Tamerlaine wrote:Deccon and Asil brace the door, muscles knotting and breathing hard through clenched teeth. Yet for their efforts the door does not budge.
I forgot to mention for Deccon to use his STR modifier for a total of -2 toward the roll, but it would not have made a difference.
"Oh, fer the love of...," growls the dwarf who had been pulling on his beard while watching. "Stand aside ye useless tallfolk and let me have a go."
Bors slaps his gauntleted hands together and throws himself at the door.
Bors Open Doors: [1d6-1] = 1-1 = 0
I don't know how to write it so that it would just say 1 and not 0. If anyone does know, please PM me.
There's a groan of wood, the protesting squeal of rusted metal and suddenly the door reluctantly gives way.
Bors steps back, looks at both Deccon and Asil before shaking his head.
Torchlight spills into the oddly shaped chamber beyond. Mosaics and moldering tapestries adorn the walls, all showing what appears to be the life of a once simple acolyte with rather large buggy eyes who earned sainthood for bringing in a ship to safety during a dark storm by bringing forth a ray of light that pierced the dark roiling clouds. Within the chamber is an ornately carved scarcophagus. To the south and southwest are two doors much like the one Bors just opened.
klarkash-ton wrote:"What is this place Brother Loren, some kind of elaborate tomb?" says Deccon backing toward the entrance door with his sword raised.
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