The Warriors Creed
We will wait. And watch. And protect.
And serve as rst warning on the eve of humanity’s destruction.
Then, and only then, Atlantis will rise.
For we are the Warriors of Poseidon, and the mark of the Trident we bear
serves as witness to our sacred duty to safeguard mankind.
The trademarked symbol of the Warriors of Poseidon, branded to the skin of each warrior at his
ceremony of dedication to the service of Poseidon, oers testimony to his vow to protect humankind.
The circle represents all the peoples of the world. Intersecting it is the pyramid of knowledge
deeded to them by the ancients. The silhouette of Poseidon’s Trident bisects them both.
The History
Capitol city of Atlantis, 9600 BC
It was the time before the Cataclysm, forced upon Atlanteans by the greed of humanity. In Poseidon’s Temple,
in the soul of the seven isles of Atlantis, a group of warriors met with the sea god’s high priest. He divided them
into seven groups of seven and assigned each a sacred duty and an object of power - a magic-imbued gemstone.
Some were to sink to the bottom of the world, shielded from prying eyes and envious lusts by the waters that
nurtured them. Others were to join the lands of humans at assigned locations - all high grounds that would
protect the lineage in the event of severe ooding.
All would wait. And watch. And protect.
And serve as rst warning on the eve of humanity’s destruction.
Then, and only then, Atlantis would rise. For they were the Warriors of Poseidon, and the mark of the Trident
they bore served as witness to their sacred duty to safeguard mankind.
Whether they liked it or not.
The Warriors
Conlan, HigH PrinCe
of atlantis
Read Conlan’s story in Atlantis
Rising. Tortured for years by
Anubisa, the evil goddess of
vampires, Conlan believes his soul
is blackened beyond redemption.
But a human empath might just
redeem his heart.
Ven, Conlan’s brotHer,
titled tHe King’s
VengeanCe
Chief protector of his brother, the
high prince, and leader of Conlan’s
elite guard, the Seven. Read Ven’s
story in Atlantis Awakening.
alariC, HigH Priest
to Poseidon
Feared by all, Alaric’s power is
unmatched in the history of Atlantis.
Doomed to remain alone for all of
the centuries of his existence or lose
his power and his position, Alaric is
chief counsel to Prince Conlan.
JustiCe
Member of the Seven, never seen
without the sword that hangs in its
sheath on his back or his waist-length
braid of blue hair. A erce loner and
one who possibly has his own agenda.
Atlantis Unleashed
brennan
Cursed to live his life without
emotion, Brennan sees no point to
his continued existence but for his
duty. Soon, even duty may not be
enough. Atlantis Redeemed
bastien
Thought of as an amiable giant,
the nearly seven-foot tall warrior
hides his bleak despair under a mask
of calm good humor. Forced to
commit unspeakable acts in the name
of protecting humanity, he is drawn
beyond hope of resisting to a half-
breed shape-shifter who may be his
bitterest enemy. Read Bastien’s story
in Wild Hearts in Atlantis, in the
anthology Wild Thing
denal
Youngest of the Seven, his
charm turns to grim resolve when
a vampire attack literally changes
his life forever.
alexios
Captured by Anubisa in the same
battle during which she imprisoned
Conlan, this warrior bears the scars
of her torture on his once-beautiful
face and body. And he carries even
worse scars on his soul . . .
Atlantis Unmasked
CHristoPHe
His erce ability to channel
the magic of Atlantis made him a
candidate for Poseidon’s priesthood.
But his renegade personality turned
him from Temple acolyte to warrior.
Now he’s a deadly wild card in the
battle to save the world from the
dark forces that assail it.
Atlantis Betrayed
Read the Perennial Appeal of Lost Civilizations
– by Alyssa Day
What is it about a lost civilization? Is it the possibility of the riches and glory of long-buried treasure
– King Solomon’s mines, the fabled treasure of the Knights Templar, any Egyptian tomb breathlessly
opened by an archaeologist? Is it the voyeuristic appeal of peeking into a community long-dead, long-
gone, unknown to anybody alive today? Or is it both of those things and more: the idea of, to borrow
a phrase, truly going where no one has gone before – to walk streets that haven’t been walked in
thousands of years?
All of these reasons, and more, were behind my decision to write about the lost continent of Atlantis.
I’m famous (infamous?) in my family for having a long history of what you might call . . . impractical . . .
goals. When I was six, I announced over the course of the year that I was going to grow up to: become
a werewolf, write books, and discover Atlantis.
So far, I’ve achieved two out of three.
To me, creating a world in my head, peopling it with fascinating characters, developing rules that make
it work in harmony (or cause fascinating conict when broken!) is the most exciting way to “discover”
a new world – or a lost civilization. It’s funny, but when writing this I realized that the creation of
MySpace must have been a lot like my process for creating a novel, if you go by the above criteria! (And
won’t the cyber-archaeologists have fun, eleven thousand years from now, wondering what to make of
the ceremonial caste system in MySpace? “Were the citizens with the most Friends cyber royalty?”
“Hmmm . . .”)
But leaving the bewilderment of future scientists aside, I guess I’d add that any creation of ction,
especially once based on such a large body of myth as is Atlantis, works best if the underpinnings
are grounded rmly in established fact. Supernatural warriors sworn to Poseidon’s service? Great!
Battling vampires and shapeshifters? Fine, ne, but let me know that the author has at least read the
Plato that started it all. Show me the historical characters who really existed throughout the timeline
of the creation. Don’t expect me, as a reader, to suspend disbelief too far.
As I said while watching one of the many movies based on Dracula, “Hey, I’ll believe in vampires, but
don’t expect me to believe they had WonderBras back then in Romania.”
So I work hard in my ction to show something you might not expect: the truth. The truth of human
emotion. The truth of what I believe might have been behind the lost continent of Atlantis – that it
sent ambassadors out to the wide world before it was destroyed in whatever cataclysm drove it beneath
the sea. That culture and knowledge and learning saved from that ancient civilization may be the
basis of eerily similar rituals and symbols found scattered in diverse cultures throughout the world.
That maybe, just maybe, somewhere deep beneath the sea lies an immense treasure waiting to be
discovered. A civilization waiting to be unearthed. Like that other famous adventurer in ction once
said to a lost boy who refused to grow up: “I believe. I believe. I believe.”
Best wishes in your own adventures,
Alyssa
