"My god, it's full of stars..."
he leads the way into the corridor and down some winding steps. it's like going into a basement only... alot more oppressive feeling. Less than a minute and they enter a room with the tingle of Sanctuary. the room is empty of everything. surrounded by stone, the light from the lamp doesn't seem enough to reach the walls and there's no seeing the ceiling, although technically they should be right under the library. there's also a cool feeling here, like it's got the wind of some lonely hilltop blowing through and yet the air doesn't move. There's also.... a sound. Like the sound a cokebottle makes when you blow across it. Only this is a really huge coke bottle of the universe type sound.
The cavernous space of the spell room is as chill and quiet... upon first stepping inside, it would seem to be nothingness, blackness without limit-- no light reaches the walls or ceiling, all that can be seen is the stone floor, a small pool of light spreading across a design that has been outlined darkly over the floor. It feels as if the air is moving, a hollow sound rushing through the room like wind in a cave.
On the floor is a symbol painted in what else, old blood looks like. This is the Spell casting room. No paradox can intrude, to it's safe to practice magic or summon spirits.
