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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Morgan nodded as Exodus spoke, curious about the other loners he spoke of. It was true enough, he supposed. He had encountered a lot of new wolf scents, though they had been old enough or combined enough for him to not be able to give them a number. That was a good thing, he thought, though he did wonder why it was they had chosen to live their lives like that. Weren’t the packs any good? Poor prey selection? Social taboo? His eyes moved with each thought, his face a busy display of consideration and pondering alike. As much as he intended to keep things to himself, Morgan’s face was what often gave him away.

He didn’t miss the light in Exodus’ own eyes at the mention of a daughter. In fact, it had been what had taken Morgan well and truly back to their conversation. He gave a gruff noise at the mention of those dangerous wolves hunting in the free lands. "Hunt?” His tone was sharp, but not at all confused. He wanted confirmation. Aye, he’d heard of wolves like that in his comings and goings but he’d not yet had the displeasure of encountering one up close and personal. Such wolves were often marked in one way or another and he’d done all he could to avoid them during his life. Morgan had no interest in having himself chewed up by wolves with a taste for their own kind, and just as little interest in being the one to chase them off too.

But he also couldn’t help himself, an eager mind too willing to move topic to topic where it could. Exodus had a daughter, did he? In truth, it wasn’t too surprising. He was a brute of a thing, looks-wise at least, who seemed friendly enough. Hell, even a bastard like Morgan might have had a daughter or seven running around somewhere in the world. But his brow had jerked up at the mention of teaching her defense. "Aye, so you teach her to fight?” Ella hadn’t learned all that much in the realms of fighting beyond the...well, instinctual variety that their kind often relied on. She had better sense to run with those long legs of hers but the fates had cursed her with an attitude unwilling to do just that. "And how do ya’ teach her, your Lucia, the cleverness to keep her out of defending herself?” He asked in earnest but his tone gave away the hint of something else – he couldn‘t help but consider some kind of exchange. His suspicion remained, to be sure, but he’d have been a fool to not see the opportunity in front of him. An older man like himself with a daughter all the same. Maybe they’d be clever enough to teach one another something and their daughters the same, hm? Ah, he might have been getting himself into more trouble than he expected but then again, that was bound to happen, right? He might as well be the one to choose the trouble they got into.

"So happens my own daughter’s gone off roaming, as they do when their paws get itchy from listening to us has-beens,” he said with a jerk of his lip, a flash of a sardonic grin, "you’ll have to...excuse my suspicions, Exodus. It ain’t an easy path from any place to Moladion.” It felt strange to use the man’s name and Moladion’s own too, but Morgan had decided. If he and Ella were going to make it out of Moladion alive, then he’d have to be willing to make some risky choices.

morgan.
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