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Nervous and trembling slightly, Brunhilda cleared her throat and started speaking to the murmuring crowd, who fell silent to listen to the small oviraptor. “Topsiders, I know my kin have brought you all harm and threats and I am deeply sorry for what they have caused. I sadly had no idea what the Queen was planning and only followed orders, but now that I know the truth, I cannot stand idly by.” s...

     Rewinding back a couple days would explain Frostbite's reluctance to defying the queen's plans of overworld domination.         - - -        It had been a wonderful day so far, and though the pachy was well-used to being on her own - indeed, she would have preferred it not but a month ago - she was finding she missed the presence of the little tapejara, for today the little fellow was not to be seen. Off on a mission for the iguan...

It took more convincing than Gaol had originally anticipated, but after some arguing back and forth and explaining how important all other jobs were too in the eyes of their Queen, Gaol had managed to make Marble agree to another session of armour work. “I really can’t believe you talked me into doing this again.” Marble sighed as the iggy duo made their way towards the armory....

While unguarded, the treasury of Atlantis still had its defences in the form of its solid metal walls, double metal doors and a large lock bolting said doors shut. The plants pried jealously at the minute gaps in the metal, like they were furious to be denied entrance to any part of their domain. Every inch of Atlantis was covered in their mutant plant life, crawling into every kind of habitat that the dome supported. Still, for who knows how many years, the vau...

Marble, a dark, muted green tabby iguanodon with spikes adorning his dorsal line, had long been a jailor of Atlantis. Not that they had much issues down here, until the outsiders started pouring in, but there was the occasional rebel he had been tasked to apprehend. He had worked alongside his colleague, Gaol for quite some time. His quilled companion had a pale base coat with a much darker sable and midline, as well as some very distinguished blue dimorphic str...

As summer rolled in, the land and sea became warmer, and if given the choice, Swavelli always chose the sea. To her, warm air was oppressive; it settled on her shoulders like a great tower of stones, pinning her beneath its weight. A hot day on land meant she was doomed to sloth until a cloud came by and passed over the sun, granting her some reprieve. The ocean was another story. A warm ocean was a cuddle from Seffe’s feathered pelt, a hip-bump from ...

The night was calm as ever down in Atlantis- unnaturally still, cool but still moist with the wetness that never seemed to fade. The plant-covered gates of the queen's compound were closed down, shut for the nights- no guards remained outside, confident that nothing would be able to breach their sheer, unstoppable walls. But little did they know, something already had.   A dark shadow splattered with pale yell...

Hart was pretty tired of dealing with work. He was mostly just excited to head back to Atlantis. Between leaving with Lobo to the expedition site and the tireless work from Opal digging and finally working with and training the basics to Hippocampus he was exhausted. He just wanted to go home.. But with the seismic activity, how much longer would he even have a home? If the seawater kept coming..  He tried not to thi...