Mary over-summer downtime, 2007

(Very early one morning you are woken by the pyramid emitting a
wailing screech. Bright lights swirl across it surface. Not sure what
is happening you reach out and touch it. Your mind is instantaneously
filled with a riot of colour. Distant screams come from far off. Then
void. A never ending darkness. The image swirls again. You find
yourself in the Wessex Arms. A kender kneels before you a sword held
in offering towards you. His mouth is moving, but you hear no noise.
Suddenly he jumps up, sliding the sword between your ribs. Pain.
Violet flames consume your vision. Manical laughter fills the air.
Void. Emerald sparks tear accross the landscape. You are back in the
Wessex Arms. A man lies dead before you. The kender draws the sword
from his chest. You fill with panic. Terror. You raise your hand to
cast some incantation. Pain shoots a long your spine. You spin round.
A terrible decaying figure smashes you once more with a hammer. You
fall. A rain of blows from the hammer and the sword as the pain
overwhelms you. You scream. You are back in your room, the pyramid
lies silent and dark on the floor.)

(The pyramid is silent when you indicate your wish to communicate
through it. No amount of magic will compel it to work, or Unity to
answer you. As you give up in despair, you hear a quiet sound from the
pyramid - a rasping as if of someone sharpening a blade. There seems
to be no way to turn it off, but it fades after a while. The following
is a sample of the sounds that have emitted from the pyramid at random
occasions during the summer. An ear-rending whine, then a rushing
sound as if falling. A crash, as of stone on metal. A voice, speaking
a guttural language you do not recognise, far-off and at the edge of
hearing. Another voice, speaking what is clearly a human language that
is not Common, slowly and clearly but muffled. The sound of a tempest,
complete with driving rain and the occasional far-off clap of thunder.
A conversation, as if on the far side of a wall - definitely in Common
but you cannot make out more than the odd word - "... your fault...
nothing you can... didn't even... never saw... take it back!". A
silvery voice raised in achingly beautiful song. The crackle and roar
of flames. Whispering when you are trying to sleep.)