Snapshot of AedmarThey could not tell exactly what time it was, as the main source of light in the Hall of Attainment came from the mystical focal point on the lower level, round which they had all nestled with their scrolls and inkwells - and it kept emitting the same shimmering blue glow both day and night.Snapshot of Aedmar by Norroen-Stjarna
But, huddled on the edge of the round magical well, squinting down at the ink-splattered parchment, almost without looking up, they were still able to register the sounds that came from the scholars' rooms - muffled, almost dream-like, like echoes from a distant plane of Oblivion. Voices, shuffling footsteps, the bubbling of the communal alchemy lab, the soft hiss of spells being cast... And as minutes crawled by, trickling together into hours, those ambient noises gradually, one by one, faded into silence.
This had to mean that everyone had gone to sleep. That somewhere out there, where the crisp, fresh breath of eternal winter swept over the jagged shore, and where the icy, foaming waves of the S