Exploring the Shattered Matrix

A surge of energy temporarily blinds you. As you blink back your sight you see a dim, overgrown, and dilapidated chamber. You stand in the middle on this channel on a square of times. A grey stone box covered in runic etchings encases black and white tiles that forms a checker pattern. You feel old traces of magic from the tile floor that hint of greater power. The tiles feel receptive to magical senses, as if awaiting a command.

Appearing in the middle of the tiles you blink back your sight you see a dim, overgrown, and dilapidated chamber.

The runes are clearly Arcane in nature but they're function is unclear.

The tile grid is the only relatively clear area in the room. Though no plants grow through it a few have tendrils that over grew over it they have been shorn clearly though and now weep where they once had stems. The sound of a forest can be faintly heard outside. The only sounds you hear inside are the rustle of leaves and a few insects.

Though the plants now cover much of the room it looks fairly simple. The room is about twice as big as the tiles with several open doorways. A few rotting and crumbling doors partially full a few of the doorways. Through one doorway you see sunlight streaming in through an arches.

Moving off the cleared tiles you crunch across the leaf strewn floor down the hall and cautiously peer outside. You see tall trees, plant covered ruins of a large city. Though you hear forrest sounds, birds, wind in the leaves, insects buzzing, it all seems oddly muted. As you listen you feel oddly oppressed almost as if you are sad and don't know why.

Your arrival obviously had some sort of affect on the tiles and thing on it. Based on your observations this is not likely to have been done recently or the plants would have grown to mostly avoid it. Skeeve and Gardakhan arrange the tiles together and soon have it prepared fo a quick get away should the need arise.

Gardakan focuses a moment and reaches out to any receptive spirits nearby. . . .
Soon a wisp of spiritual consciousness appears in front of him. The spirit has long lost all semblance of its former existence and is now simply a floating orb. It reaches out a ethereal tendril and upon contact with the shaman transfers a series of images accompanied by emotions.

The looking down the connected corridors building appears quite extensive. Walking a short ways down each you note that light spills into several of the rooms. You also find several staircases, two leading up and one down. (no sign of any creatures, or spider web). As you explore you occasionally hear a soft hissing noise but you can not isolate its source.