"The continent of Atlantis was an island, which lay before the Great Flood in the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean. So great an area of land, that from her western shores, those beautiful sailors journeyed to the South and the North Americas with ease, in their ships with painted sails. To the East, Africa was her neighbor, across a short strait of sea miles. The great Egyptian age is but a remnant of the Atlantean culture. The antediluvian kings colonised the world. All the Gods who play in the mythological dramas, in all legends, from all lands, were, from fair Atlantis. Knowing her fate, Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth. On board were the Twelve; the poet, the physician, the farmer, the scientist, the magician, and the other so-called Gods of our legends. Though Gods they were.And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind, let us rejoice and let us sing and dance and ring in the new. Hail Atlantis!"
— Donovan, Atlantis
Here's Sophia's shining city. Not the paradise she imagined, that's for sure. Amazing how the place is still humming, maintaining the air pressure for untold centuries...
Numerous subaquatic civilizations now bear this sobriquet, each one having vague resemblance to facts submitted by Plato. One Atlantean Realm requires the traveler to use Matter magic to breathe the water; a second is defended by telepathic dolphin mages empowered by sacred alien crystals; a third is guarded by the ancestors of Atlantean kings, who sustain the ancient populace by magical jewelry worn by the nobility. No one has been to Atlantis twice, however, so verifying such stories is nearly impossible. Perhaps these tales are merely the result of insanity, Quiet, or waterlogged Paradox Realms.
—Mage: The Ascension - Infinite Tapestry
"But once the name of our planet was synonymous with war!" said TuMok, his eyes burning with a fervent intensity. "We sunk Atlantis beneath the waves, nuked Sodom and Gomorrah for buggering our ambassadors, crushed Lemuria beneath the steel feet of our tripods!"
— TuMok of Mars, Plan 7 of 9 from Outer Space
But these things come not into the tale of the Drowning of Númenor, of which now all is told. And even the name of that land perished, and Men spoke thereafter not of Elenna, nor of Andor the Gift that was taken away, nor of Númenórë on the confines of the world; but the exiles on the shores of the sea, if they turned towards the West in the desire of their hearts, spoke of Mar-nu Falmar that was whelmed in the waves, Akallabêth the Downfallen, Atalantë in the Eldarin tongue.
So ended the Glory of Númenor.
So ended the Glory of Númenor.
