Seek.

That's when everything went bad.

There's a tremendous roaring overhead, and all of a sudden, all the print in the room spells it out. S-E-E-K. There's a tremor, and a book falls from a shelf, the pages begin to flip from one cover rapidly to the other, and all the words are "SEEK." Only, all of a sudden, they aren't just that. Now, as the pages continue to flip, you can barely read, "SEEK the FACE of the LORD." And you get a glimpse outside, through a window, and see what's making the crashing, roaring sound above.

The Atlantic Ocean is caving in on Atlantis.

The Angel Suriel climbs as you watch, one fist cocked back for a blow to beat back the ocean, but all over Atlantis, chaos reigns. The Fountain that leads to the Angel Anada's Cityback bursts open with a dazzling display of glorious light of all colors, and is then cut off. You feel the Suriel's Realm, Atlantis, steel itself as a wave ripples out from his ruined temple to the edges where the waters arc upwards, back to the ocean--the Realm has been closed. The ocean is no longer collapsing--but all along the walls of water, shockwaves ripple up and down with the impact of someone trying to break their way in.

"Roger Comstock, Marquis of Discovery, this is the Angel Gabriel," a dark, rich voice, obviously used to talking to mortals enters your mind. "You should leave your Chancel, if you can. Meet me in...Iowa...City."

Roger bows in reverence automatically as he replies, "If I can, I will meet you there, Lord Gabriel." In another, slightly more familiar tone of reverence, he prays, "My Lord Suriel, Gabriel has asked that I meet him outside the Realm, if I can."

The Angel above Atlantis yells, "WHAT!?" and dives to Roger's mansion, into Roger's mansion, making another Angel-sized hole. "What about Gabriel?"

As the Noble and his Imperator discuss the causes of the curent catastrophe, the folk of Atlantis hurry about, preparing for assault. They scurry, but in a somewhat resigned fashion--as if to say "I knew this would happen again." Palace Guards are fanning out into the city, seeing to the safety of the populace. One guard notices an older gentleman attempting to herd crabs into an open area--the guard shouts, stopping a wall of water from smashing and scattering the flock and it's master.

In front of Comus, Lord of Misrule and power of Masks, the scones fall to the tremors, scattering. They seem to spell out "SEEK the FACE of the LORD."

The Angel Suriel turns in exasperation from Roger, and focuses, spreading his hands out over Atlantis--and suddenly, everything is different. The island/continent/city now circles an expanse of dark, violet water--a path into the human subconcious--which itself surrounds the old ruined temple that serves as the Angel's home.

"Oh, crap," the Angel Suriel sighs.

The ruins promtply explode, to reveal radiant, silvery light streaming from the face of another Angel. His presence brings to mind a Heavenly choir of voices in sixteen-part harmony. His wings are shelter in the middle of the turmoil, the sword in his hand is sleek and sturdy, obviously meticulously made from the best alloys known to Heaven, science turned deadly.

"Phanuel."

((Excerpt, with corrections and liberties, from tonight's Nobilis session. Enjoy. ~j))