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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The men that she’d come from weren’t the most reliable of creatures. They were a little explosive, a little… well, they were time bombs. Makism had a murderous temper and a part of him that was so against change… well, Maks could have changed in an instant. Quinn was simply different. Odd. Strange. He’d had a chemical imbalance in his brain that drove him to sleep with his brother when they were younger. Love of a brotherly variety was something that Tarquin was never a stranger to. It was something else entirely when he was on top of the man. Hush… she didn’t know a lot about Hush, but something about the girl’s mother had to have been an equalizing factor. Please, dear lord, let there be an equalizing factor.

Cersei had requested she move, so the girl easily made her way to the next nearest large rock. It was a light movement, soft on her feet. At least the girl had some graces to her, despite looking underfed. There was a wagging to her tail, eyes playing on the creature’s face. She’d moved, and then she’d waited. Yes, wagging tail, gentle gaze—the Russian dancer could do that. “Delya.” The girl said it the way daddy did, heavy in the Russian accent and lilting slightly. Dad had the lilt, daddy had the heavy accent… right. They were a weird color.

“Yeah… um… watch carefully.” the girl didn’t know how to teach, but she’d surely learn soon enough. The creature exaggerated as she rocked back on her haunches and sprang forward, reaching out to grab the next boulder and cling to the rocky surface, landing lightly on her feet. “You’ve got to have a good build up, okay? Like, really good, gather yourself up and just… sproing.” The Russian dancer’s eyes glimmered for a long moment, glinting lowly as she turned and waited for Cersei to meet her on the next slab.
delya

hound’s

tarquin x makism x hush




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