Brock Marsh Runoff wrote:SEARCHERS
"We can try to get that coffer in front of the door, too. Holds plenty enough coin--might make a good enough barricade. Then we should try looking for other ways out. I don't like the idea of getting coated with slime, but that chute might be our last resort if all else fails..."
The adjacent room fills with the noise of stamping, squealing, grunting Orogs.
Everyone hears it through the closed door. The children begin weeping.
The party has just enough time to wedge the bent iron bed-frame bed-frame into the stone arch of the doorway. Sparks fly where the wrought iron scrapes against the masonry. The frame makes a hollow thud as it impacts the inner side of the battered door panel
(the party knocked that door in, but did not demolish it like the front doors), bracing the door from swinging in on its hinges.
The panel rattles against the frame. It shakes. The frame groans as something strikes the door from the opposite side and shoves hard.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Renn's men grab choice jewels from the big coffer and then cram its bulk into the base of the frame, for added stability.
The force slamming the door on the far side splits the panel in half. Splinters fall through gaps in the frame.
The children crawl into the waste chute, gripping the rim with their fingers, prepared to slide down if the horrors break into the chamber.
Sir Boarhort, sweat dripping from his face, leans into the frame.
"It won't hold much longer!"
Others aid the fat knight.
But the door panel begins falling away in hunks of busted wood, the gaps revealing the leering faces or orogs massed on the far side. The creatures grind against the falling wreck of the door, grunting with sick pleasure despite long splinters driven into their hands and snouts.
Sir Boarhort, Renn, Roald, and the others can push back against the heavy iron barricade, a few men against many monsters. With each surging rush, the orogs drive the barricade inward another inch. Soon,
very soon, the frame will crumple or the men will tire and then...
The Bard of the Sielwode cries out, "Hurry! I found a door!"
Anyone looking back sees her standing in the far corner of the room, before a vertical gap in the masonry. A torn, pinkish wall hanging lies on the floor near her feet.