The keep was a cold, forbidding place, its white stone walls having existed for many decades without disturbance. Only a precious few could claim to have seen the beautiful inner courtyards, fewer still could say they had seen the elusive Lady Wyheree, Mistress of the Manor, for she was usually secluded in her study, teaching herself new spells, her ultimate goal to reach the demi-plane of ice. This day, Wyheree was bent over a particularly dusty tome, only lifting her eyes from the pages to trace a spell in the air, testing the limits of her magical abilities. Her dark eyes quickly scanned the difficult phasing spell, a stray wisp of raven hair not even noticed as she breathed, "At long last, this is the spell - the one to cross planes!" In her excitement, she read the ancient text aloud, and was pleased to see the room mist around her, bending into the demi-plane of Ice. But, as the last crucial words were intoned, a loud crash resounded in the study, and Wyheree's careful concentration ws broken. Her study spun white, then red, then finally returned to normal, only Wyheree was nowhere to be found.

A knight popped his head into the study, calling "Wyheree? Sorry about that. I tripped over....Wyh' Where'd you go' Wyheree!" The knight scrambled around the study, searching every corner for her, without success. Then he spotted the book. Cursing under his breath, he scanned the spell, then left to call together those he knew were her only hope of returning home...