Helmut hands the mirror to Highbough who almost snatches it then impatiently directs Desmond/Mondes, Ulric, Josiane, Wen, Armando, Helmut, and Ashtad to stand shoulder to shoulder in a line, as if to defend the magical portal from himself. Then the aged Elf turns his back to both them and the strange device...
For a moment all is cool and still. Only the melancholy torch light flickers, and The Ring is but an ominous shadow at the end of the broad hall. Then Highbough raises the mirror in front of him...
...a faint, audible buzz comes to everyone's ears; then rushes up like an impossible wind!
Highbough's eyes burn copper-bright in the roar, to match the burning Ring he sees reflected. 'Tis a bright inferno! A swirling cosmos of light; an incandescent vortex tunneling to infinity. The runes are fiery markers for stars; Astraea and Estrella and Izar and other unknowable lights in the unfathomable network of the heavens.
the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern
; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch