The door pt2

The group impatiently waited whilst Tumbor examined the door and its surroundings, the rain and lack of shelter making them irritable.

“You can’t open it can you?” said Melvin mockingly.

“Not with all the constant interupting, no.”

“Can either of you two use your magic?” asked Melvin, turning his attention to the twins.

“Give him time,” replied Yulien. “I have faith in him.”

Fraevon and Jax exchanged glances, each seemingly surprised by the cleric’s last statement, for as much as the dwarf was a friend and a trusted one at that, he was also cantankerous, stubborn and possibly that last you would put your faith in.

Rohlen stood and made his way over to the door, as crackles of arcane energy danced around his fingers. As he approached, Tumbor found the missing part of the puzzle he’d been staring at.

“Ha!” he bellowed. “Every door has a handle.”

As he was just about to take a hold, a fiery plume screamed within inches of his head and slammed into the door in a huge explosion of flame.

“Wait!!” screamed Tumbor raising both hands to Rohlen. “I’ve found the way in.”

“So too have I.”

Everybody turned their attention to where the door once was, only to see a gaping hole, flames flickering around the edges. Beyond, a gloomy passageway disappeared into the darkness.

“I had it,” grumbled Tumbor.

“You were taking too long,” replied Rohlen, turning his attention to a delighted Melvin clapping and cheering by himself.

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The door

All eyes were expectantly upon Tumbor, though he seemed ignorant as to why.

“What?” he said, quizzically.

“Well I found it,” said Fraevon, pointing to the door. “Now it is your turn.”

“My turn?”

Jax sighed heavily and slumped down against the rock face fearing this may take some time. Rohlen, Yulien and Melvin joined him.

“Your turn to open the door!” replied the Elf, a tone of exasperation in his voice.

“And why exactly, would you think I’d know how to do that?”

“Because you’re a dwarf!”

Tumbor stroked his beard, rain water dripping from the ends, as he pondered the Elf’s logic.

“So you think, just because I’m a dwarf, I should know how to open another dwarf’s door! That’s bordering on blasphemy.”

“Can you open the door or not?” asked Rohlen, pondering as to whether he had a spell that could remove the door without bring most of the mountain with it.

“I don’t know,” replied Tumbor.

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“Just as I said I don’t know,” said the dwarf innocently as he wandered slowly up to the almost hidden door. “I’ve not had a proper look.”

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Pushing on pt2

The ledge was littered with an assortment of humanoid and animal bones, as well torn garments and broken weapons, none of which were salvageable, much to Tumbor’s disgust.

Fraevon scouted the path ahead as the rest of the group pulled themselves up the rope climb, with Jax bringing up the rear.

“Do we leave the rope?” asked Rohlen, standing at the point where he had tethered it.

“No,” replied Jax. “Why give those that may follow us an easy climb. Besides, we may have use for it further on.”

Rohlen gathered the rope and handed back to him.

“I doubt many, save a dwarf, would venture this path.”

“Perhaps, but let us not take the chance.”

The path onward was less conspicuous than previous, often seeming to end, only to continue several feet away. It was also becoming much steeper with every passing minute.

Fraevon had stopped up ahead, though without an arrow notched within his bow. As they approached him waiting there, he pointed seemingly to the rock face itself.

“Why is he pointing at the rock?” asked a confused Melvin. “We’ve seen loads of it already.”

“Yes, but none that hide a doorway,” said Tumbor in astonishment. “I’m impressed the Elf even saw it.”

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Pushing onward

The false heat from Rohlen’s magical flame felt real enough, as they all sat around the camp fire warming themselves whilst eating breakfast. They were still all soaked from the relentless rain, but it was now a warm kind of wet, and that seemed to make it somewhat more bearable.

“Do you feel up to trying your original plan dear friend?” Jax enquired of Rohlen. “I would wager you will encounter no more flying trolls this time.”

“Indeed. Garnish me a rope and I shall tether it so that you may all climb the ledge.”

With rope in hand, Rohlen began the same magical incantation that saw him levitate once before. Steadily he began floating upwards, coming to rest above the camp upon the overhanging ledge.

“Do you see anything to secure the rope with?” shouted Jax, the rest of the group looking on in anticipation.

A minute or two later, the end of the rope was hurled over, followed by the semi smiling face of the mage.

“It is done.”

Jax looked at Tumbor.

“Why me?” asked the dwarf, still stuffing his face with whatever meat he could find left on the bones of breakfast.

“Will as due respect….”

“Heaviest first,” jibed Melvin.

“Is that so,” snarled Tumbor to his feet, eyes glaring at the outspoken thief.

“I will go first,” said Fraevon, slinging his bow over his shoulder. “I can scout the way ahead whilst you bicker about who follows in what order.”

“So be it,” replied Jax.

“Aye. Sound plan,” said Tumbor still chewing.

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Rohlen wakes

Rohlen woke, somewhat groggy and bruised from his altercation with the troll, and through bleary eyes, looked around his surroundings. They had not yet found a way to scale to the ledge.

The remnants of the fire was nothing more than dull glowing embers, and the rain had began finding ways in through the makeshift canopy. Everybody slept soundly, even Melvin, though unlike the others, he was in a seated position away from the group.

‘Fallen asleep on watch again,’ he thought. Thankfully this time, without consequence.

A black charred mass was the only other significant feature of note. Rohlen cursed the deceased beast as his joints ached whilst attempting to stand. He thought it best to rouse the sleeping thief before others found out about his repeated failings.

“Wake up,” he said quietly, nudging Melvin with his foot.

“I am!” was the reply, with more than a hint of shocked surprise.

“Hmmm,” said Rohlen suspiciously. “Then make yourself useful and gather more wood, there’s breakfast to be had.”

With a gentle wave of a hand in the direction of the campfire, flames burst forth from the glowing embers and began to consume what wood remained piled upon them.

There was movement from the shelter,

“Did someone mention breakfast?” asked Tumbor wiping drool from his beard.

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