The Archmage sighed, and placed his hand in an arcane sigil on the far wall. instantly he plane-shifted, appearing in the center of a massive octagonal room, capped in a dome over 100ft above the floor, the room was 60ft across, with four alcoves off the straight side of teh octagon, the ones that would've formed a square had the gone on. each alcove was the size of a large room and floor-level, and filled with various Items. One was outfitted as an alchemy/enchanting lab, another contained a large bed and several screens, and some cupboards full of food that would never run out. one corner was blocked off with screens, it was where the archmage's bathroom was, complete with a large tub and toilet that used magic to make waste vanish. the living alcove was separated from the main room by screens with an opening in the middle. The third alcove was sealed off by a thick magic-resistant black-steel wall with a vault door, and the fourth alcove contained comfortable seating furniture and a large oaken writing desk, with some shelving units displaying trophies from The Archmage's previous life before the Kings and Queens. The four walls without alcoves were filled with bookshelves that went up to the base of the dome, and a perpetual ray of light shone down in the center of the room where the archmage was. Eight various summoning circles surrounded the center-point of the room, for summoning demons of various strengths and types, all traced in permanent metals for binding that demon. Above the alcove's arched entrances, shelves containing all kinds of magical equipment and reagents for spell-casting. Weary and still mourning his brothers, the Archmage sighed and shuffled over to his living alcove, where he lay down and slept. If someone touched the door to his room in the hideout, he would be instantly teleported to his cot in that room, which he'd warded so the only way for someone besides him to enter was the door.
