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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we were born sick,
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She seemed enthralled, fascinated even, and he felt suddenly small beneath her gaze. Yet, it was a comfortable small, and not as if her presence was a looming omen that harrowed his destruction; instead, he felt small in a sense that he no longer seemed to carry his own weight like a burden. Or perhaps, and he thought the thought with a morbid sense of humor, he really had rotted out from inside. Maybe he had become hollow inside, collapsed inwards on himself, a tumbleweed of a wolf ready to take off in the wind. He gave a dry laugh beneath his breath, amused by himself, and she didn't seem to mind. Then again, why would she? Wraith had seen many unhinged wolves in his life - had even been born to two of them - and she seemed within their calibre. Why did he think a little of Paldor when he met her eyes? Or was it the turned back ear, pushed down to close off some unheard sound?

"You're right," his breath was surprisingly assertive and he spoke with a stout nod of his head and a drawn out shrug of 'whatever.' "I can feel...it. Coming soon. Probably." He looked away from her for a moment as she bit down on her lips to silence herself; he looked out into the shadows and moonlight once more with a hm of consideration. It wasn't so bad to be sick, anyway. He could feel the rattle at the end of each breath, a quiet plea from his own body to let it rest.

"What am I?" He repeated the question to her, wanting her to answer as well, as he turned back towards her with a heavy sigh. "Wolf, son. Iromar. Taviora. Asteraia. Here. Born, soon...dead. Many...nothing. What is anybody?" He laughed again, dry and hollow like a rattle in itself. Why did such ramblings seem to amuse her so much? And why now? Shouldn't he have been given the opportunity to meet somebody like her when he had been healthy and young, able to actually be anything more than skin and bone? Fate was cruel even if it did always offer them a pleasant way out.

"My name...is Wraith," he said it like a whisper, unaccustomed to even saying his own name, "and soon...I will...be one."

sixteen year old wolf of nowhere, son of paldor and ruvindra
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