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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Outcast (Sol/Sidhe)

Thr Grotto was comforting. The dark depths of it wrapped around her, hiding her from the light of day, and also the light of the night. But there was something to be said about the stars... the stars and the gentle sounds of the winds and water flowing through the Crags. As much as she hated to admit it, the Pariah was starting to feel at peace here. At peace with being able to see her own shadows in the light of the day.

But it was not the day. The sun was setting over the horizon and the young woman had taken a seat on the rock she had come to claim as her own. Red eyes stared up at the darkening skies, black and white swirling in them as the stars started to spark into life. She had heard whispers that they were souls captured in the night sky and she wondered if her mother gazed down at her from the heavens. Her mother in all her hateful rage and glory. The Pariah shivered at the memory, the fear of what her mother might have done to her if she knew she was allowing herself to be seen, the memories of the woman’s last strangled breath.

Her coat was still dull, though she had begun eating again, and the markings on her face were caked in a fresh coating of dirt that had earlier been mud. Even though she still attempted to hide it, the crimson red still peaked through her mask. She sighed to herself. There was nothing she could do to hide her crime when it was so clearly written on her face. A shiver rippled through her, forcing her thin shoulders to hunch. A soft whine at the memories pressed through her lips. Forcing herself to put the memories aside, she looked back up at the stars. Her ears were flat against her skull as she studied them.

These few days in the Crags had been teaching her lessons she did not want to learn. There was more to the world around her than slinking in shadows. There was more to her than she had been told. Cursed or not, there was light to be seen. With a soft sigh some of the tension left her body, though she was still rigid. She curled up on her rock, her tail covering her muddy blood mask and she slowly allowed herself to drift in and out of sleep.


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