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All hell had broken loose. That much was obvious.
Their worst fears had been realized. All those hallucinations had achieved corporeal form, were walking among them, and doing more than simply frighten them. Nightmares and dark secrets had become reality.
They needed to plan, they needed to recover, they needed to gather, to assess their situation, to determine a way to help and defend and to fight. New Atlantis was the simplest, most immediate solution. The shields were sufficient, so Arthur had been told, to hold off any threat for a period of time. He did not understand what sort of magic was at work in them, but he was thankful for it nonetheless. Moving south had been difficult, but not impossible. Most of the creatures they encountered, though horrible, could be felled with swords and guns and other weapons. Additionally, some seemed distracted, only focused on a certain mission. Arthur did not allow anyone under his watch to hesitate long enough to find out what that goal was.
Once settled in New Atlantis, the shield working except for brief moments to allow stragglers to enter under its protection, Arthur made himself well known, did not hide, and searched out other men and women of authority. He could not be worried for those he loved right now. Most he kept close to him were more than capable of taking care of themselves, and he was still technically a council member. Not that he would have allowed his lack of station to deter him from being of aide should this travesty have occurred a few weeks later. The doctors who were present seemed to have organized themselves which was a great blessing. Arthur often said he had no skill for politics; he had even less for medicine. Looking for members of the IPD, of the council, of the kitchen, of arms or military experience, Arthur started to plot in his head, tried to figure how long they would be able to stay hidden here, how and when they should strike back, how to organize and calm the people, how to see to those still outside the shield.
It was a daunting task, but he did not let any emotions break his stoic facade.
[As promised, New Atlantis gathering post. For IPD and Council and everyone else to plan out what they want to do, people to report in as to who is missing, etc, etc. Also, I figure, for people to reunite with concerned loved ones. Have at.]
Their worst fears had been realized. All those hallucinations had achieved corporeal form, were walking among them, and doing more than simply frighten them. Nightmares and dark secrets had become reality.
They needed to plan, they needed to recover, they needed to gather, to assess their situation, to determine a way to help and defend and to fight. New Atlantis was the simplest, most immediate solution. The shields were sufficient, so Arthur had been told, to hold off any threat for a period of time. He did not understand what sort of magic was at work in them, but he was thankful for it nonetheless. Moving south had been difficult, but not impossible. Most of the creatures they encountered, though horrible, could be felled with swords and guns and other weapons. Additionally, some seemed distracted, only focused on a certain mission. Arthur did not allow anyone under his watch to hesitate long enough to find out what that goal was.
Once settled in New Atlantis, the shield working except for brief moments to allow stragglers to enter under its protection, Arthur made himself well known, did not hide, and searched out other men and women of authority. He could not be worried for those he loved right now. Most he kept close to him were more than capable of taking care of themselves, and he was still technically a council member. Not that he would have allowed his lack of station to deter him from being of aide should this travesty have occurred a few weeks later. The doctors who were present seemed to have organized themselves which was a great blessing. Arthur often said he had no skill for politics; he had even less for medicine. Looking for members of the IPD, of the council, of the kitchen, of arms or military experience, Arthur started to plot in his head, tried to figure how long they would be able to stay hidden here, how and when they should strike back, how to organize and calm the people, how to see to those still outside the shield.
It was a daunting task, but he did not let any emotions break his stoic facade.
[As promised, New Atlantis gathering post. For IPD and Council and everyone else to plan out what they want to do, people to report in as to who is missing, etc, etc. Also, I figure, for people to reunite with concerned loved ones. Have at.]