[sblock=Nacay]
Nacay's muscles strain as he pushes against the door. The ancient wood creaks, bends, then finally gives way with a loud SNAP. The doors swing open.
Nacay finds himself in a large room, light dimly filtering in from above. The room is entirely empty, except for a raised platform in the middle. On the platform are seven thrones, arranged in a semicircle, so that the two on the ends face each other. Those two seem to be made of brass, then the next two are silver, the next two are gold, and the one in the middle, the most ornate, is platinum. The room is pristine, wth no dust and nothing out of place, and the thrones themselves shine and seem to have no blemish. Someone apparently takes good care of this room.
Nacay can feel the pulsing of energy stronger here, but still somewhat feint.[/sblock]