Closed RP w/ @crimsonbeowolf
After perhaps a week of being in Vacuo, a cry went up from the outer edge of the caldera. High in the sky, a small fleet of Atlesian airships was limping its way towards the city. After a moment to call for some clearance, the airships finally came to a stop, docking at the small skyport on the upper ridge, and survivors from Atlas arrived.
The once powerful kingdom, now a tenth of its size and a twentieth of its might. Perhaps most evident of this was the general, Ironwood, looking defeated and broken, head bowed as he was wheeled off the main airship by Winter. His wounds from the final destruction of Atlas—and from the attack by RWBY—so severe he couldn’t walk.











