After Atlantis
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jla_watchtowerWith Fate's agreeing to escape the Witch Queen, rather than to fight, the heroes dive through the portal, following the object of their quest ... an amulet that could balance the forces of chaos within the sorceror.
One moment, they're at the bottom of the ocean, protected from the depths by only magic. Suddenly, they find themselves in a verdant field under a bright, blue sky and shining sun. In the distance looms a city ... familiar, yet different. The air is fresh and clean, cool against the heroes' skins.
"Welcome, says a caped man with long, brown hair. "Welcome to Atlantis. Please forgive the manner in which I brought you here."
The man smiles, and though he looks young, there's also something impossibly old about him. "My name is Arion."
One moment, they're at the bottom of the ocean, protected from the depths by only magic. Suddenly, they find themselves in a verdant field under a bright, blue sky and shining sun. In the distance looms a city ... familiar, yet different. The air is fresh and clean, cool against the heroes' skins.
"Welcome, says a caped man with long, brown hair. "Welcome to Atlantis. Please forgive the manner in which I brought you here."
The man smiles, and though he looks young, there's also something impossibly old about him. "My name is Arion."
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