A place for writers to sit back, brush of the cobwebs with a lazy paw, and relax with a cup of elderberry wine as they listen to the dreams of past warriors, tales of ghosts from past redwallers, and long forgotten mysteries of long forgotten souls. Above all it is a place of mystique and battles, myth and lore.

A feeling of weightlessness comes over you, slowly, you rise to you're paws and begin to make your way down a long gothic corridor lined with stones pillars and huge flickering candletsticks which cast eerie patters on the dusty stone floor you trod. As you brush past an ancient cobweb you come across a door, which you open. A small mouse is standing there, who greets you, "Welcome, to the realm of dreams" You leave, however, that spectral creature and continue past the tall pillars, reaching up to a cieling you cannot see. In an archway, another ghostly creature greets you, "Come and hear the tales of the ghosts from far gone antiquity." You turn, only to be met by another of the hall's strange inhabitants, "Or is what you crave a mystery, a puzzlement to your brain?" " Battles,warriors and combat is perhaps for what you yearn?" A voice floats to your ears, and you whirl to see a spectral creature baring a beautiful sword, and sitting atop a carved throne. You turn again, looking at the figures that line the hall looming over you, and what choice shall you make. When you persieve a small glow of light gliding towards you, and a musical tinkling, "What you really want to see is the fantasy stories first though, right?" Around and around, turning to peer at the figures, though slower and slower, getting dizzy, overwhelmed...

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