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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Old habits die hard - or sometimes not at all. Myrria carried with her two dark, possibly unforgivable, habits. When one is sated the other wanes, but never can she be rid of both at the same time. She wanders haphazardly across the debris from a catastrophic storm that had come and gone. Every now and then she stumbles, weaving in a drunken manner with eyes wide and open to the world around her (and other worlds in her mind).

The typical scenery of the crags is morphed and obscure. Each fallen tree is a netherbeastís carcass, broken appendages and black blood staining the earth. Every rock and boulder is a swirling mass of dark energy threatening to engulf her whole. So she avoids them mostly, jumping away from their grasp rather clumsily as she staggers about.

She aimlessly wanders toward one of the smaller pools within the trees of the bluff and comes to a wavering halt when she sees her reflection. Apprehension at the sight of what stares back at her takes over first as she dithers in place, her eyes glued to the surface of the water. The reflection was distorted by the movement of the water, shifting and transforming her features into a gnarled smile with jagged monstrously large teeth. She wasnítÖ normal. Thereís no way she really looked like this. She kept telling herself it wasnít true, but deep in her gut this was how she felt. This was how she saw herself. A diseased monster. Shameful. Forsaken.

She screams with a wild snarl and strikes the water with open jaws, doing nothing more than disturbing the pool and drenching herself in the process. But the image is gone for now. Thatís all that matters.

MONTY


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