2: Valley of Dead Unicorns

Oof, Eric asserted as the mage tried to instill fear into the group. Luckily, he is holding his shield to help take some of the blow of this spell

Diana stretched in front of the door, flexing her lithe form into a Parivrtta Trikonasana pose. She exhaled, as she studied her extended hand's blue skin and coal black nails. "That hag really brought out my witchy side."

Diana now wore her hair in a messy bun, streaming black strands wrapped with crimson cords. The blast of arcane energy had molted her clothing into a high-collar vestment with a purple sash crossed with more cords. She had tucked her adjustable staff into the obi after the fight. Though not slashed across the face, her transformed visage bore curious star-patterned blood stripes that shown through her vibrant makeup. She wore an over-the-ear pearl earpiece that had extended an all-glass monocle over her eye, on which faint motes of starlight formed floating script.

"Just before we blow through this beautifully embossed door, anyone care to remind me who might be lurking on the other side?"

Bobby hefts the weight of Thunder Club upon his shoulder and stands with feet apart studying the door. His empty hand scratches at his newly-grown, full beard. It looked strange upon a face that remained largely boyish in spite of the many years since he could lay claim to such an age.

His clothing remains scant - fur-lined shorts, held up by thin bands of leather, crossing over his chest and over his shoulders. Boots to match, and a horned helm adorned with a brilliant red gemstone at its center.

"Whatever lies beyond this door, it's already as good as smashed. Let's get to it so we can go find someplace to get some rest." He takes a deep breath, searching inside for a source of anger, something he can latch onto and use to fuel himself in the fight to come.

"Friend couatl, I will need your services one more time. When we enter, make your way wihout being seen to where Kossar might be held, and see if you can figure out how he might be released." Hank spoke with his summons as respectfully as he would with any other being.

To the others, "I will create a wall of light as near to Kelek's vision as possible when these doors are opened, to keep him from using his spells against us for as long as possible."

Eric clutches his Shield ready for danger and prepares an Aura of Warding for what appears to be a rather large battle ahead

Bobby takes a deep breath, his grip upon Thunder Club tightening as he feels the rage boiling just beneath the surface. He smiles as the various beneficial effects of his friends envelop him. He feels like he could take on the world.

Presto puts a hand on the door, ready for it to open.

"As long as there is no one inside that we need to protect, I can try to hurt anything in there while we wait comfortably. Bobby, do you think you can hold this door closed? Whatever's in there won't want to hang around, and they'll be trying to break through this door. If you can give me long enough to take a breath, I can try to lock the door from this side."

Bobby looks a little disheartened at the thought of forgoing a direct fight, but nods. "You got it, Presto." He cracks his knuckles, ready to rage and hold the door closed with all his might. "I could also, uh, glue it closed?" He pulls out a vial of milky white substance - sovereign glue. "Though, I think it takes a minute to dry."

In a strange moment of interpersonal insight, Presto hesitates.

"Would you prefer to do the honors? It's been a long day, I don't mind if you'd rather...?"

He motions in the air like he's smacking something with a large club.

"Whichever works is my preference," replied the not-yet unseen Diana languidly. "I could wall the doors closed while you drain their vitality--or we can punch our way through this problem."

A smile spreads on Bobby's face and he rests the head of Thunderclub in his opposite hand. "Yeah?" he asks, "I can bash the door in?"

Sheila quietly informs her friends of the presences she has seen on the other side of the door and what she knows of them. She produces a runic key from within the folds of her cloak and approaches the door. She carefully weaves her arcane magic and unravels the wards, then uses the key to quietly unlock the door.