Chapter 1: Year 1281, Summer

Maladrin only has the barest instant to look at Revelry calmly stepping in front of him before he finds himself wrapped up in Tolwir's flying leap. While he somehow manages to finagle his way to standing still, his arms are tightly bound by his side. As he opens his mouth to speak, the cool edge of Stitch's dagger presses firmly against his throat. The faintly acrid scent of ammonia wafts up as his eyes stretch wide at the sudden burst of protectiveness.

What have I done!? The spell, something about it went wrong. It was supposed to bring a demon into the classroom where we could question it, learn from it. She must have done something to interrupt the casting, too close to the circle or something of that nature. There's no way I could have possibly erred in the incantation! I've studied it for years! he says, the words coming faster and higher in his panic.

Through what you can now see is a window about six feet up on the wall, a bolt of lightning flashes across the sky, though it's different from any lightning you've seen. Rather than a spiky branch, this spirals inward like a shell. No thunder follows the burst of light.

Marie-Louise, as you look through the corpses on the ground, you don't find overly much. Some clearly had rings at one point, but something about the spellcast seems to have melted the metal into their flesh, merging it with their bodies.

As your eyes all start better adapting to the lighting here, you can see a door to the north. It's unremarkable, save for gemstone set into it about 5 feet off the floor. About ten inches across, it's been carved and worked into a lidless eye staring in at you.

Alright fine. I have absolutely no idea where we are, and would rather not stay longer than necessary. You brought us here, so we might need you to get us back. Tolwir pulls out his badge and flashes it at Maladrin. But consider yourself under arrest. At the very least, you'll be coming with me for questioning. Even if something out of your control happened to kill all the students, you attempted to murder this sweet little girl. Between you and me though, I'll forget that happened if you help us all get out of here.
Tolwir looks at ML Now honey, would you be so kind as to retrieve my bag over there? It's heavy, but I need the cord for something.

As you continue your investigations of the room, you notice that it appears that things which weren't permanently affixed in the classroom came with you. There are tattered notes, a few books, satchels of the various students, etc. The desks must have been affixed somehow, as they didn't come along. Those of you that have taken classes at the University recognize that many classrooms that expect high level casting will do this to keep things in place with force magic is used. If any of you had a backpack or chest in the room with you, rejoice, for your things are with you!

Marie-Louise, when you look at the eye, you get a funny feeling in the back of your head. When you spent time in the library, you saw a similar design sketched out in one in the diary of the crazy man. It didn't have an explanation, but it was crudely drawn out.

You manage to effectively bind Maladrin, your task made much easier by the flabbergasted sputtering he seems to be doing at Marie-Louise's conversation in his head. You catch mere snippets of words, nothing even so well formed as a name came across his lips.