Of the many people that disappeared around the world, several would find themselves waking in room carved from stone. Tall, vaulted ceilings, smooth columns, and stone seating on tiers, all growing outward from a glowing statue in the center. There were hundreds of the stone seats, each accompanied by a stone desk with a name plate atop them. The name plants looked to be carved into pure onyx, with golden etching into them. The etching was incredibly minute and complex, it would take a researcher decades to decipher the intricacy of the runes of just one of these plates. And yet everyone who looked upon them would know them to be names. True Names.
And behind each True Name plate, was a person, many of whom looked rather surprised to be there. The majority of the seats were emptied, no name plates upon those. But there were pockets of people clustered around the room. Three of those clusters were noticeably larger than the others. The first off them contained a fair numbered of rough, scarred up men and women. Within this cluster were a couple of noticeable faces. Well, one noticeable face. Velaine Krome, with a new cheek scar for any who hadn't seen her in a while. And right next to her was another noticeable... mask. Tio Silver. And all around them both were various Yari men and women, many of whom looked rather grumpy at being there.
Another cluster was filled with a dichotomy of well dressed and well soiled individuals. Among their numbers, Alistair Venora and Fridgar, seated near to one another, though not right next to each other. Their group was full of Quacians, some known, most others not. The final of the largest clusters were a crowd of finely robed individuals, many of which were the blue Eidisi.
Between the large groupings were small pockets of the spirited away individuals. Sephira Wood was there, accompanied by several faces familiar to her. Charles Barkley and Charlie Wood were both seated on her left. Sitting behind her was the man with the forgettable face and his wife Leshlie. And they were surrounded by other Scalvorans. In total, there seemed to be a little of a hundred souls here.
And every single one of them was a mage.
Now that all of them had arrived, it would soon become evident to some that they were in a rather strange place. Those who had the ability to sense foreign locations or people would find those connections completely walled off. This same wall even cut those with blessings off from their Immortal. Every spark in the room was resonating with the glowing statue at the center, a statue that was in constant flux, changing between various humanoid forms. And with each change, a new frequency plucked at the harpstrings of the sparks in the room.
Then a robed woman stood up, one that was close to the statue. She spoke, her lips at but a whisper, yet her voice was clear in the ears of all present.
"Welcome Seekers, new and old. We have all answered the call of The Sanctuary. Such an event has not occurred in 800 arcs. We must now follow the ways of old. We require updates on the state of magic in our own respective areas. From that, we will discuss the reason we were all summoned here."
She sat down. Charles Barkley, the mouse sitting upon Charlie Wood's shoulder, whispered toward Sephira. "Maester, why are we here? We cannot leave the Vault. It is not possible."
A man in distinct finery of clothes stood up. For those who knew such thing, they would recognize his clothing and his face as distinctly Rynmeren, yet he appeared to be unknown to any. "Magic in Rynmere is dying. The boy king and his Mantis, aided by those scum from Hiladreth, have killed or ran off the majority of our mages. If something doesn't change soon, Rynmere shall be lost to magic." He sat down upon giving his brief report, allowing others to step up and give theirs.