Beyond the valve-like door we found ourselves in a stone corridor some eight feet wide, ten feet tall and twenty-five feet long. Spaced along it's length were softly glowing crystals that gave off about as much light as candles.
At the far end of the corridor was a steel door. After Fraiya had checked it for traps War-Forged opened it to reveal a large, some twenty-feet by forty feet, and airy chamber. The room had a rather pleasant, fresh odour and was dominated by a sizable, water -filled basin. As we watched a shirt was lifted out of the soapy water by invisible hands, wrung dry, folded and then placed on a pile of clean washing in one corner of the room. This was almost certainly an Unseen Servant spell at work but either it had been made permanent by the use of powerful magic or Whitehearth wasn't as deserted as we had believed.
Leaving the unseen servant to it's work we returned to the hub-room and War-Forged inserted the Key Charm into a blue hole at the other side of the console. To the sound of clanking machinery the room rotated through one-hundred-and-eighty degrees. When the hatch opened it revealed a corridor pretty much identical to the one we had just left. This time the door at the far end opened on to a library and we were a little taken aback to find someone there; slumped forward across one of two reading decks was a dark-haired woman in robes. From her posture she was almost certainly dead, something that War-Forged confirmed as he went in to check on her. Toryil looked her over, he
At the far end of the corridor was a steel door. After Fraiya had checked it for traps War-Forged opened it to reveal a large, some twenty-feet by forty feet, and airy chamber. The room had a rather pleasant, fresh odour and was dominated by a sizable, water -filled basin. As we watched a shirt was lifted out of the soapy water by invisible hands, wrung dry, folded and then placed on a pile of clean washing in one corner of the room. This was almost certainly an Unseen Servant spell at work but either it had been made permanent by the use of powerful magic or Whitehearth wasn't as deserted as we had believed.
Leaving the unseen servant to it's work we returned to the hub-room and War-Forged inserted the Key Charm into a blue hole at the other side of the console. To the sound of clanking machinery the room rotated through one-hundred-and-eighty degrees. When the hatch opened it revealed a corridor pretty much identical to the one we had just left. This time the door at the far end opened on to a library and we were a little taken aback to find someone there; slumped forward across one of two reading decks was a dark-haired woman in robes. From her posture she was almost certainly dead, something that War-Forged confirmed as he went in to check on her. Toryil looked her over, he
