Your eyes adjust after the jarring teleportation and you find yourself in an open-walled pavilion which stands atop a 100-foot tall watchtower. The low ceiling rests on top of a ring of brass pillars shaped in the likeness of humans whose necks have been broken by the ceiling’s weight.
|The squares surrounding are a spiral stairs |
leading down around the base of the watchtower.
Nearby, a 10-foot diameter standing circle of stone rises in the center of the pavilion. Intersecting geometric forms and glittering constellations have been embossed onto its surface.
A slightly raised floor tile in the southern quarter of the pavilion is inlaid with mosaic tiles that form an inverted trident. The tile casts off violet sparks of magic.
|Four slots are set within the circular slab.|