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6525: Guerilla

Calamity had finally made her way into the heart of Atlantis through the spines, brambles, and other odd foliage within the dome. A few guards sat at the entrance, Euoplocephalus donned in strange objects. One, a grey and black ankylosaur with strange brass augments over the front of his spine and covering over the face, kept watch with a brownish one with fluff and a white streak on the nose, who donned a leaf-colored cover over the back. There looked to be hum...

Neyrelle had spent the better half of (what she was pretty sure was the day) scouting about Atlantis for passageway into the Queen’s treasury. She had made it this far alone and relying on her clever confidence, but now it seemed almost impossible to make it any further without some assistance. At the very least she would need someone to watch her back when she snuck into the treasury to get what she could before the entirety of Atlantis was filled with seawat...

"Stop or face the consequences!" A splitting cry echoed out across the jungle of Atlantis.    The quick stomps of a running creature, followed by many more signifying a chase of sorts. The culprit? A young albertoosaurus, dawning an orange and black pattern named Nasaku. The chasers? A pair of iguanodons, one black and grey by the name of Guerilla, the other a white feathered coat called Agnus.    "I didn't do anything!" The alberto yelped, th...

Ghost is terrified. It’s… Unusual. He’s so used to going about his life with dulled senses and emotions, meandering through the islands wherever his feet took him. But since the islands had begun changing, the variety of visions he experienced at night had become pinpointed on one incident, one group, and he was drawn towards it.   It’d started with the small creatures that looked like him, but smaller...

“It’s so pretty…” Eira’s voice was quiet in Doe’s ear, words whispered softly under the layers of rumbles and chatter which filled their surroundings with a dense layer of noise.The throne room before them was indeed beautiful, golden light filtering through cracked stained glass. The stained glass formed figures she didn’t recognize, strange creatures which stood on hindlegs. Some sported wings which spr...

It was the seventh day in their sad little room before good news finally came. Mary and Mintee were curled up as usual, Bassoon in the beams overhead. Over the days they had been locked up, they had managed to slowly earn more and more of the Atlanteans trust- and they had, in return, been slowly allowed to make their room more and more comfortable. They had a bed now, made of various harmless plant material that they had gathered and that the scouts had gifted ...

It was night in the jungle- night in Atlantis. Scouts and guards alike hurried inside the walls, unnerved and not willing to stay outside. There had been rumors going around of intruders from the outside, angry about the invasion of their home and willingness for revenge. Rumor had it that one member had been caught and imprisoned by the court- and while that filled some with relief, many were doubtful. Unease and mistrust had been growing in the halls of Atlant...