The Beacons of Hope

No context, live from your Leadership:

*Walks up to the dust-ridden Blackwood door, gently wiping away at the grim to reveal the numbers '213' carved upon the door's surface*

"How many days have come and gone since I've seen you, old friend?"

Upon entering the room, you are greeted by a large foyer of apparent Victorian design and a magicked piano begins to sing for you its somber melody. The song pulls at your heart-strings but also seems to fill you with a sense of determination.

The room appears aged and decrepit, though it seems to have seen some more recent up-keeping. Near one end of the room sits an ash-coloured desk, upon it is a journal wrapped in black leather which emits a faint blue glow. Beside it is an old ink and quill, the feathers of the quill appear decayed and the ink has long run dry. A vase bearing two wilted roses sits proper among the rest, their colours still show clearly even with their decrepit appearance. One a vibrant wine-red, the other a mystical midnight-blue.

Various suits of armour adorn the ancient walls, and different trophies and paintings hang above them. Of those a few notable pieces include; a white circular mask bearing an unnatural and unsettling grin, and a painting of a large pirate's ship, several people stand in-front of it but several slash marks obscure you from being able to make them out.

Other items which adorn the room include; a lone coat rack near the doorway, upon which only a single tattered red scarf rests, a vase which is sealing away a floating blood red eye of a Dragon, which seems to follow you as you move about the room, what appears to be writing on the wall of various colours that seems to have recently been scratched out and is now unreadable, and a large black greatsword that is sealed in a display case, protected by a magicked barrier. Just looking at the blade makes you feel uneasy.

In the main area of the foyer there is a fireplace that flickers to life upon catching your gaze. Several sofas and cushions are all arranged around it in a crescent formation, and a circular black rug bearing a blue rose insignia lay neatly in the center. Behind them, a large inactive portal gate rests, upon it a sign that reads "PLEASE refrain from throwing people inside".

Despite the eerieness of the room, it appears very welcoming and is always a safe place for any weary Beacon to lay and rest.