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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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-- say you'll remember me φ

heaven can't help me now

In her dreams she could see her father. On occasion since her return to the land Heyel would visit her, most nights he was nothing more than a mirage. All night she could run and run and never manage to catch him, but this time had been different, tonight however had been different, she had talked to Heyel, felt his warm loving embrace. He wasn't mad, he was understanding, listening to her problems and trying to console her he had been as perfect as always. Her father reminded her she was stronger than this, that this pain was only temporary, she was a gift to this earth from the gods and they would not let her be unhappy long.

All too early she was pulled from the marvelous dream world and back to the harsh reality that she faced,. Teal and black eyes pop open anger instantly overtaking them as they narrow in the direction the call had come from. Sure whoever it was did not mean to wake her probably had no idea she'd even been sleeping nearby but she did not care if her entitled mind the foolish peasant should have known her glorious self was nearby. You didn't disturb gods.

Aaliyah pulls herself up too her paws intent on finding out what exactly the nature of this call had been, wondering why a male was so eager to gather even more peasants together. The masked angel moves with a refined silent grace across the crags to linger on the outskirts of those underwhelming, peasants already gathered. Without even breathing the scents she knows some are related to her the bold angel colors standing out amongst the drab boring ones. It is them she focuses on trying to pick out their scents amidst all the others, a child of Isola and one of Azrael.

Thoughts becoming quickly lost into the past the obsidian and russet masked angel sits away from all the others content for now too watch her niece and nephew a small smile on her features as she remembers their parents when they were young.

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