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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come rain on my parade ayita

There were more eyes on her than usual. Some of those new eyes, however, were very much alive. Beltane had no doubt that the likes of Blackthorne would find her again, even if he had been caught in the web of a woman at the river. She could not say why Blackthorne had returned, or what it meant for Iromar, but she suspected they would know soon enough. He had an energy that did not handle being contained, after all. Even as she ventured through the crags, she could still hear him lingering in the background noise of the world. Even the dead, she seemed to think, were unsettled by his return.

She had been away from Iromar for some time, a fact she only seemed to realize when she noted the changing leaves on what few trees leaned and lingered over the streams that converged to meet Ruieze Lake. It had not been for any particular reason, only that she had felt her paws grow itchy and cold with a need to explore or roam. She had been born with vagrant's blood, and blood was difficult to forget.

The waterfall would have usually been rushing by, a flurry of white water crashing down the dark stones of the crags below. Yet, it only trickled now, a reminder of the sumemr that had been. Like a whisper, it crept down the rockface and pooled at the bottom in semi-stagnant water, dark with algae. It was there that she had found her place to rest, her toes teasing the water's edge as her head rested atop them. The clouds above cast delicate shadows on the water, playing alongside the afternoon sun and her eyes followed the dancing light across the water. One ear forward, her deadened ear back. Even in stillness, she seemed to shimmer, as if she was not entirely there, but part-mirage, part-ghost. Her skin prickled and twitched, and the rocks below her felt barely-there. Too peculiar, she felt, to return home.

"Oh? She suddenly said with mild surprise, though it could not be said to whom she spoke: to the dark, bloody-red leaf that had fallen from a tree and into the pool she watched over, or to the stranger who had grown curious enough to approach.

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