Susil Crags

Disaster has struck!
The Crags are a series of rocky formations with small caves and crevices throughout. Many of the lower-lying areas of the Crags have been flooded, however, with water pouring in from the Northern stretches of Moladion. Some paths have been completely submerged, and some are nothing more than a few rocky peaks sticking out of the water. The water is fairly slow moving but begins to pick speed up towards the Grotto, becoming a series of intense rapids and waterfalls as it nears the Grotto's entrance.

The area itself is still traversible. However, it can be risky. Large amounts of debris can enter the waterway, creating bridges at times but also creating dams that break and cause ocassional flash-flooding. Be careful, travelers! One wrong step and you could end up finding out where the water goes.

Note: Susil Crags will return to normal once 25 posts have been completed (or at Staff discretion). During this time, new threads will receive a 'Surprise','Disaster', and prizes.

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AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO WANTS TO DIE YOUNG?
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THIS IS KILL OR BE KILLED
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Her absence had not been noted by anyone for she had no one left to notice. Widow had been gone in the wind for so long now; along with their mother. Reaver was god knows where. And Gehenna… well, she’s been laying low since then.

She knows that Asteraia has changed many times since she was an heir to the throne and so she will stay far from the place. But leaving Moladion was never a solid option for her. She needed to find her father and she needed to know why everyone abandoned this place… abandoned her. Sitting and sulking about it in the darkness of her den would do nothing to help her cause.

It’s midday when the nephilim femme leaves her comfortable abode. The dreary gray of winter has washed over the land and the first chill has settled as frost on the grasses that surround the crags. Her paws crunch through the frozen grass as she makes her way around the base of the crags to seek a better place to ascend. The sounds of her surroundings do not touch her ears and so she navigates to the crystalline pool by smell alone. The crisp smell of water is difficult to miss among the rocky terrain of the crags, there is little else here to deter her sense.

She finds the small reservoir easily enough and begins to lap from its shallows without care for much else. Until the scent of another wolf hits her head on. She lifts her head from the water and searches the area but sees no one. Her hackles raise in defense as she scans all around her in search for the other.
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robb stark


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