On the Other Side of the Door

Nicolai crossed to one side of the door. He drew his shortsword. He wasn’t about to argue about who opens the doors around here. Although it might have be a good idea to wait for Miklos and Maruc to return before banging about, he thought.

Feldard had no such compunctions about waiting for reinforcements. He approached the door and peered through the slight opening, using the partially closed door as a shield against the rogues lantern light, to see into the room. He only paused a moment, just long enough to determine if there were others within or not, then opened the door wide heading in. The others followed.

* * * * *

“Halav is bountiful, his will be done.” The priest finished his liturgy and tucked his holy symbol back beneath is tunic.

He stood up and stretched, yawned in fact. Retrieving his water flask he drank a little and splashed some on his face. He glanced over to Miklos. The young mage looked pale and tired. He probably would take the same view of Maruc himself. He looked at his shield and flail with a sinking feeling.

“Come Miklos, let us follow our impatient friends.” he said picking his combat gear up at last, he grunted with the effort and waited for the Mage to ready himself.

Miklos jolted himself awake. Truth to tell he had nodded off waiting for the priest to finish. He had already got his gear together and was leaning against the wall went sleep overcame him. “What? Yes the others… where?”

“Down here.” Maruc indicated the panel that was wedged ajar. He produced one of the lightstones that Miklos had given him and shone it down into the eastern vault. “No bodies. Thats encouraging.” He descended into the vault and waited for Miklos at the bottom.

Miklos also splashed water on his face and ate a small lump of cheese and bread before picking himself up and crossing to the vault entrance. He peered down and waved at Maruc and climbed down the ladder. “Quite.” he said. “No Bodies. Well there’s only one way on, after you old chap.”

Maruc lead the way through the stairwell doorway and cautiously climbed the stairs. He glanced back to see Miklos bobbing up and down impatient to get on. He paused to listen. Muffled voices. Familiar voices, Maruc relaxed and climbed to the blast hole. “Interesting.” he said.

“Hmm.” Miklos elbowed past to get some room. He scanned the hole. “Too precise for alchemical explosion. Magical discharge in my opinion although there are neater methods and magic. Not important though. Onward!” Miklos crawled through the hole.

“After you old boy,” mimicked Maruc as he followed him through.

The two followed the path of their companions who had just recently crawled through the rubble of the blown out room. They caught sight of their friends who were on the other side of the exit door. Apparently, they were contemplating their next move.

Feldard, Hasan, Saeth and Nicolai were out in a hallway. All was quiet, save for the sound of the cleric’s armor clinking off the rocks of the room from which they had just emerged. Outside the door they had found a hallway. The passage north was blocked by ruins of the tower’s collapse, as was a passage that led to the east. For as far as their vision could see, the passage south seemed clear. Additionally, across from them was a badly damaged door, which appeared on the verge of falling off its hinges.

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  1. Hasan

    Hasan admired the ferocity of the rubble to the north and east, idly contemplating the terrible force necessary to create such a mess. Knowing that the casting down of tower had been the doing of Elyas was a sobering realization, as Hasan knew much seperated himself from such power. The young elf hoped fervantly that the party could swiftly find the missing elf maidens and return above, safely avoiding an enemy of the sort that could challenge Elyas himself. Still, though he knew little of its capacities, fingering the ring given him by Elrond, that was passed down from Elyas long ago, gave a bit of comfort.

    “Through the door then, yes? I hope there’s no need for a speedy retreat,” Hasan noted, remarking at the cleric’s ponderous, clamorous progress through the small entryway.

  2. Saeth Tegau

    Saeth craned her neck trying to peek through the cracks in the dilapidated portal. Her ears strained to hear anything from the far side. Hearing nothing, she gave a curt nod of assent to the other elf.

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