A cold, empty room in dark the entire day.
Lit with large stained glass windows.
The color is lost in the large chamber.
Why is the room like this?
Is it sacred?
Did something horrible happen here?
Why?
Unanswered questions drifting lazily
through the dust motes in the air.
Don't step on the floor in the winter, unless the room is lit with fire.
It can get rather chilly.
Mages don't stand a chance against this room.
It scared them just as it scares anyone else.
Weapons don't help in this room;
only willpower can save you.
If you scream, you're out.
"Mother Goddess, prepare me, make me good enough to enter," is a prayer that escapes the lips of all who attempt to enter.
Raging destruction! Mass death! Terrifying injury! Messages kept, to be told to the occupant. Thin veils, ripped with fingernails. The sacred room is again empty, until the next person enters.
If the next person enters.
"Mother Goddess, prepare me, make me good enough to enter," is a prayer that escapes the lips of all who attempt to enter.
Raging destruction! Mass death! Terrifying injury! Messages kept, to be told to the occupant. Thin veils, ripped with fingernails. The sacred room is again empty, until the next person enters.
If the next person enters.