Beneath Dweomerheart (Surraruthru, Tryll, 87 days left)

[Anastasia]

The portal glows a warm purple and the voice intones, "Enter."

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru strides in.

[Anastasia]

You appear in a parlor. Rather elegant and tasteful, decorated in rich woods and stone. Each of you sits in a chair sized for you and eminently comfortable. The same voice speaks, "To earn admittance to the salon, you must prove your group's intellect and debating ability. A series of questions for all of you to debate will be provided momentarily."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Would I be correct in assuming you are already aware we have a letter of recommendation from Elder Magi Tepen?"

[Anastasia]

A pause, "I am not," The voice says, "Produce the letter, please."

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru does so, pulling it out of his haversack, unfolding it and resting it on the arm of the chair.

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh starts looking around while still clinging to the back of Surraruthru's neck. "Where is that voice coming from?"

[Anastasia]

It seems to be coming from all around you.

The letter lifts up into the air and vanishes. Several long moments later, "Ah, you're here for the testing grounds?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Indeed. Bel has walked our prime. We need to improve before we face him. The wealth from it is also something we need."

[Anastasia]

"I see, I see. Are you ready to begin now?" The voice asks.

[Iron Dragoon]

"I am. Everyone else?"

[Anastasia]

Nods all around.

Waiting on Tryll there.

[Yuthirin]

"We're set!" Calleigh nods. "Ready to go!"

[Anastasia]

The room shifts around you, becoming plain and with a single carved circle inlaid into the floor. "That will teleport you in. Once in, you won't be able to leave except if you find one of these circles."

It's a plain circle made of bright red paint that glows faintly, going from bright red to dull gray and then back again.

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru takes a moment to study the circle, trying to work out the spell contained within and if he can replicate it...