[ The Doctor proclaimed as the damp corridor they had been traveling along opened into the fork he had mentioned seeing earlier. To the right was a thick wooden door from which several boards had already been shattered. It was barred by a simple length of rope which had been wrapped around the door handle and the frame of might might have once been a prison door but was now only am empty iron frame left behind to rust. Burnt arms twisted their way out of the gaps and the wailing intensified as the blood that coursed through those two men's veins just outside of the burned undead one's prison could almost be smelled by those that desired to bathe in it. Behind them was the path they had just come from, the flames from the torches of the approaching guards were now some what more distant but once again threateningly growing brighter as that party approached. And then there was the left route. An open tunnel that snaked on into the darkness and from which the smoke seemed to billow the most strongly. Here too was an old iron grate of the kind that were used to seal off portals during sieges. It was large, heavy, and pinioned to the ceiling by a rusted pulley and level system. ]
The others must have gone this way. If you do wish to help them it might be a wise idea to see if we can shift that grate.
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[ The Doctor proclaimed as the damp corridor they had been traveling along opened into the fork he had mentioned seeing earlier.
To the right was a thick wooden door from which several boards had already been shattered. It was barred by a simple length of rope which had been wrapped around the door handle and the frame of might might have once been a prison door but was now only am empty iron frame left behind to rust. Burnt arms twisted their way out of the gaps and the wailing intensified as the blood that coursed through those two men's veins just outside of the burned undead one's prison could almost be smelled by those that desired to bathe in it.
Behind them was the path they had just come from, the flames from the torches of the approaching guards were now some what more distant but once again threateningly growing brighter as that party approached.
And then there was the left route. An open tunnel that snaked on into the darkness and from which the smoke seemed to billow the most strongly. Here too was an old iron grate of the kind that were used to seal off portals during sieges. It was large, heavy, and pinioned to the ceiling by a rusted pulley and level system. ]
The others must have gone this way. If you do wish to help them it might be a wise idea to see if we can shift that grate.