Immersive Ink

waysoftheearth wrote:
As the wizard lisps and hisses out the draconic phrases his eyes are lit by a copper-fire and a scarcely visible, disembodied hand appears in the air before him. It floats into the gloom toward the door, and as Ulric mimes the action of grasping the door handle, the ghostly apparition does like-wise, wrapping itself about the handle.

Ulric acts out the turning of the handle and pulling the door inward, but the schlemiel seems unable to turn the handle -- the door seems stuck.

tombowings wrote:
"Get ready with that incantation, Elf," whispers Pellenwin, walking up to the door and giving it a god yank. "Magic isn't always a cure for muscle."

waysoftheearth wrote:
Where the schlemiel is too feeble, Pelenwin tests his ample arm. He gives the door a sound tug but only succeeds in dislodging dust. Then he uses both hands and yanks hard upon the door with all his weight and at last the door comes free with a sharp, rusty moan.

A gush of crisp, fresh air washes over the company, especially those at the front. Pelenwin and Highbough are both nearly overcome by the simple joy of clean air -- which they thought they might never breath again.

Beyond the dungeon, the air is still chill and damp from an overnight rain. It is now quiet, still and semi-dark for is it only now pre-dawn...

(Continued in (014) The Ravine)