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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Tyrion

Tyrion has not at the point of struggling against the wind, but it buffeted enough to cause him to stumble. His old bones were not meant for being out in most weather these days. Gentle spring days, those were by far his favorite. But no old boy, you just had to go for a walk he chided himself mentally. The thought brought a scowl across his features as he followed Myrria as quickly as he could. Thankfully, the woman seemed to know where she was going.

He was hesitant for a moment, but it was a very fleeting feeling as his mis-matched eyes watched her duck into the den after even she was moved by the harsh winds. Tyrion was quickly inside behind her. He scented the air within briefly. Whoever called this place him was long gone. That was a relief given their situation. He would much rather not have to choose between an aggressive stranger's fangs and the oncoming tornado outside. Even though they made it out of harms way, the wind grew louder.

Instinctively, Tyrion pressed against the wall of the abandoned den. For once in his life, he was not attempting to invade a woman's space (with permission, of course. Always with permission). Now was the time to hunker down and wait the several long moments for the storm before he could properly introduce himself and thank Myrria. After all, the golden blonde elder may well have gotten stuck out there if she hadn't come along. Today may well just have been his lucky day.

MALE TWENTY-THREE - IMPRINTLESS - LOVELESS - SPIRANE
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