(Posting Miro to keep it rolling. I won't skip anyone if I think it will disadvantage them or impact the outcome.)
The trip to door '1' proves uneventful and Argent finds that the door doesn't respond to his prodding at it. It does have a rather sturdy looking iron handle and is of a half decent quality, given that it's not falling apart and soft with mildew.
(That sounds just fine. Think I would probably just follow anyways. hehe)
Miroslaw moves closer to the door, moving his left hand up to the door handle. His right hand sat in the hilt of his sword over his shoulder. His heart was racing at the prospect of what may lay in wait on the other side of the door. He gave the door handle a try, very gently, to see if it was locked or not. If it were not, he would, without hesitation, push the door open.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
The door is indeed very locked. Turning it both ways reveals that it is not giving in the slightest and the door holds fast in it's frame. It is quiet enough that you cannot detect any noise on the other side of the door, or anywhere else for that matter - beyond ambient noise you expect.
Seeing how Miro was not able to open the door, Zarr looks back at his map.
There is no way around to enter this room. Should we both try to knock it down, or skip it? Locked doors only mean that someone is behind it or hiding something, in my opinion.
He turned his back on the door and the two soren standing behind him to watch the hall beyond and guard against anything that may be attracted by their conversation.
"If you two think you can take it, I'm all for it."
I was born, shortsword in my hand.
Behind a shield, I'll make my final stand.
Miroslaw takes a step back, trying to give Zarr room. He said in a whisper, "I agree, but its a pretty sturdy looking door. You are welcome to try." He had no interest in breaking his shoulder before any real progress was made, but Zarr looked stronger than him anyways.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
Zarr nodded to Miro as he prepared to smash the door down as he took a few steps back to get some room. Placing his axes back on his back, he cracked his neck to the left and then to the right. He took in a few deep breathes and then he rushes the door using all of his force on his shoulder onto the door to try and break it down.
Whilst Zarr doesn't quite have enough room for a few steps, he applies his considerable raw strength to breaking the door down, which he does successfully. The wood splinters and cracks, the hinges groan and whilst the door doesn't fall in, it's left in a shambles which can easily be pulled apart. Dust fills the air about them and clouds any view into this room, though there seems to be some little light.
As the dust stirs, all three can hear an audible gasp and the sudden rattling of chain.
Miroslaw was truly impressed by Zarr's strength. He was as strong as he looked. Miroslaw was skeptical that his own strength would have been able to do such a toll on the door.
As soon as he perceived the gasps, Miroslaw draws his sword, assuming whatever was gasping was dangerous. He remained completely silent, waiting for the dust to settle and reveal whatever lay in wait.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
Argent would continue to cover their backs as he allowed the Soren to enter the room ahead of him. He was still concerned over the attention the noise they were making could bring. He would back in as they entered the room, keeping his back to theirs. Should there be any sounds of fighting, he would of course turn to face it.
I was born, shortsword in my hand.
Behind a shield, I'll make my final stand.
Zarr feels the door break as he forced the door open with his shoulder. He waves his hand over his face as he squinted his eyes to to blow some of the dust away. Upon hearing the sound of rattling chain, he reaches for his axes and prepares for an attack.
Oy! Who's there?
He steps forward hoping to get a better view of what was moving, being that the light was dim in the room.
A cough, followed by an unmistakably feminine voice rings out in the dark.
"Well I might ask you the same. Be a doll and lend a lady a hand?"
None of our adventurers could see a great deal in the dark, but as their eyes adjust and the slight light from the stairs washes into the room some, they can make out a wall of sorts in the center of floor, meeting the ceiling. The rattle of chains again, coming from the other side of the wall also matches the source of the voice.
It's difficult to make out any other details in the low light, but both Sorens can at least stand upright in this room.
At first he figured the woman could be a prisoner chained so she would not escape, but then he wasn't too sure afterwards. He remained where he stood and awaited to see if one of his companions might free her instead.
Zarr Dragant, my lady.
Zarr began to check the rest of the room to see if he could see anything or anybody else with whatever visibilty he had.