Shadow's Test of High Sorcery - Day Three
7th Day of Hiddumont, 348 AC The night passes quietly in peaceful comfort. The next morning in the Tower of Wayerth is quiet and a sense of tension hangs in the air. None of the other Aspirants are anywhere to be found, perhaps having already started their tests. As the long, isolated hours pass, the sun rises and falls. Shadow takes a walk around the empty moonlit courtyard. Fittingly enough, as he declared for the Order of Red Robes, the red moon Nuitari is full high above, bathing the world in crimson light. Coming back from the walk, he glances into the grand hall where the leaders of the Conclave gather. The Hall of Mages is an immense obsidian chamber with a 60' ceiling. Twenty chairs sit in shadows, while one central chair gives off a cold, white glow - the hall's only light source. All twenty-one chairs face the north wall. The longer he looks into the room, the larger it seems. Having spent his formative years leaving in the vast cavern that houses the drow city of ...