This room is forbidden.

But anyway. The vast chamber is filled with various magical items, artefacts, and all this neat stuff you'd just love to get your mitts on. They're mostly rare. Mostly being about 95% of them.

::Melinda walks slowly around the vast chamber, eyeing all the magical relics and artefacts that present themselves to her. She smiles, running around now and playing. It's fun. Something pretty catches her eye; a large urn resting on top of a pedestal. The young witchlighter walks up to it and picks it up. She looks inside. Aw, it's empty. Booooring. The Charmed One lifts the urn above her head to put it back onto the pedestal, but loses her footing and stumbles to the side. The urn goes flying and smashes on the ground by her feet.::

[When the urn shatters, beams of light shoot from it and brighten the room to an incredible level, so intense a whining sound screams through Melinda's ears.]

::Melinda staggers back, covering her eyes with her arms to try to block out the light.::

[Power suddenly pours from the light. It is The Power of the Gods, and they have now emerged to enter bodies and live as mortals once more.

Melinda, the god that has entered you is Zeus, King of the Gods. You can bring storms, earthquakes and can shoot lightning bolts by channelling them from the sky. You are a tempestuous god, jealous and driven by wants and desires. Your transportation is lightning.]

::Melinda gets up slowly from where she'd fallen. Well. She really didn't see that one coming. Her eyes flash with lightning as she stares around the room. She feels... powerful. It's a good feeling. She wants to get outside. She disappears in a flash of lightning back to Earth, to the cliffs at the beach.::

::Leo and Woody enter, already sickened with a strong sense that they're not allowed to enter this room. This quickens their search, and it's not long before they find the broken urn. They stop and stare at it. Leo says nothing. What is there to say? Somebody has released the gods.::

"This just gets better and better."

"What are you doing in this sacred room?"

::A booming voice resounds behind the trespassers.::

::They turn around. Both whitelighters subconsciously straighten up, but Woody is the first to speak.::

"Somebody has broken the Urn of the Gods."

::She steps aside to prove it.::

::The man steps closer, his eyes falling on the shattered remains of what was a beautiful vase.::

"Who did this?"

"We don't know, but that's besides the point in any case. There are gods on the rampage that shouldn't be down there."

::The Elder nods slightly, then motions with his hands. The fragments of the urn lift into the air, sweeping together and hovering at chest height.::

"Your charges must locate them and give them back to the urn. Remember, the relinquishing must be willed and desired by the host. I will get the Forger to repair this as quickly as he can."

::The Elder turns, about to leave. But then he glances back.::

"And hurry, before they get too powerful."

::Woody nods once. Both she and Leo orb to the school's kitchen.::

::The Elder swiftly exits.::

::An Elder enters the room with the Urn of the Gods and replaces it on the podium which it traditionally rests on. He glances around and sighs quietly, then appoints two whitelighters as guards, which will rotate as duties call, so that this doesn't happen again. With that done, she leaves.::