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?
IP: 173.94.167.169

THIS IS KILL OR BE KILLED
tag: loki
notes: she's not much of a conversationalist lol
She knows that he is here somewhere but pinpointing the strangerís location was proving to be more difficult than she first thought. It became clear that he was not on the same level as her as she searched her surroundings for any sign of the male. Unless he was somehow invisible. Or maybe she was imagining things againÖ

Her black hackles remain on end as she realizes that there are ledges to the side of the waterfall that feed the pool. The otherís words are lost to her ears and receive no response from her until moments later. Her teal and black eyes ascend the rocks adjacent to the waterfall until they fall upon the shadowy figure of the stranger lounging above it. He appears calm and relaxed but his presence only serves to startle her into a more menacing expression. Her teeth are bared and her ears lay back as she watches him with caution. She is weak by no means but she hasnít survived this long by trusting everyone she has met. This one was no exception to the rule.

His scent is carried down again with the mist of the waterfall and she catches the slightest whiff of the marshland on his coat. Iromanians could never be trusted. He doesnít seem daring enough to come down to her so she is happy to go on with her life as it were but something tells her not to take her eye off of him. Not even for a second. She may not be able to hear him, and that surely gives him an advantage, but she isnít one to go down quiet if he thinks that she is an easy fight. She sends a warning bark to him above the cacophony of the falls as her tail sways rigidly and high in the air. She was not entirely feral-minded but growing up with ReaverÖ well, words were never her strong suit.
robb stark


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