Board Thread:Role Playing/@comment-5647250-20180202025017

(Since things are a bit slow for me lately, I'm plugging in another rp. I'm a bit restless, what with a few of my 1 on 1 roleplays being halted, since the other person either forgot, or couldn't think of how to continue. Anyways, here's the start. This isn't high priority, but it might get interesting if enough of us get into it.)

(The Atlantic ocean is shaking; waters rise and massive waves roll out. Beneath Atlantis, in a ruined chamber, the earth wrests with itself. Deep down, a ritual is being held.

Zenith, his staff against a broken pillar, is meditating. Incense fills the damp crater. He sits before a statue of his Aunt, the spirit who was borne from the great city of Atlantis. She has been sleeping since its destruction, but her soul is broken.

The statue cracks a sliver; light peers out from within.

This time, it almost feels as though the entire planet shudders.) 