by Reuben Strom, Rowena Knill, Nikki Brown, Phillip Brown

The vision's gone--the inland sea yet stretches broad,

And laps and purls and curls where Helios once was praised

In vasty nave and corridor. There is a still

That untold ages breed; a mighty, solemn hush

Of angels sobbing for the People that is Dead

• Robert Elliott Gonzales “A Vision of Atlantis”

The sunken Kingdom of Atlantis. Its name is whispered as a tale of woe and warning by the surface-folk, a lesson in humility. Yet the proud bloodlines did not perish when the city collapsed. They live still, beneath the waves, hidden from prying surface eyes. The question of how they came to survive the drowning of their great city has thus far gone unanswered. Was it divine intervention? Or merely mortal will and wit? Regardless of how it happened, the people of Atlantis survive to this day - plotting and jockeying against one another for power and prestige, carving out holdings and founding dynasties. Those of noble blood have learned to manifest potent abilities, while the commoners are forced to serve.

It is the anniversary of Atlantis' fall into the depths, and as tradition dictates, the King has opened the doors to his royal halls for all the nobility to gather and feast. Those of the noble houses are happy to attend, using the festival as an excuse to meet with friends and avenge themselves upon enemies. There is resentment brewing amongst some of the commoners though, and the Royal Oracles foretell of change borne upon the tides. Will the proud rise to greater power? Or will they and all of Atlantis fall deeper still, swallowed up by a blacker fate than the ocean floor?