Echoes in the Darkness [IC]

You stand, poised to move forward, on a wide ledge before the Gates of Ghostal. The massive iron doors of the Gates, each twenty feet tall and ten feet across, stand ajar. Each of you easily could slip between the gap of the doors. But ... something gives you pause.

Before you enter, as a flurry of snow swirls around you, you gather your courage and reflect upon your purpose.

Why have you come to retrieve the talisman called Eightstrong? What else do you hope to find within the Halls called Ghostal?

Webster had always been one to chase rumours. Of far-off battles, treasures, secrets, or great beasts that still stalked the earth. He never looked to attain, to challenge, only to witness, preferring to record his many journeys in a journal that he hoped would one day wind up in a library somewhere. On his way to find a fountain in the hills that (allegedly) granted wishes to wayfarers, he was made privy to the tales of the Eightstrong. Something about this treasure struck him in his heart. It was not one to witness, it was one to possess.

Standing now at the Gates of Ghostal, he feels the drumming deep within his chest, the draw of legend. Pulling his cloak up and holding it below his chin, he stares into the darkness between the iron doors. Inside, myth. Outside, only a chapter book of wanderings.

You all hear it. A distant bellowing, high up on the mountain. The sound of a frostwyrm, readying itself for ... something. People usually avoid the creatures, they are big fast and vicious.

Webster looks around at the assembled group, waiting for someone to hold a light aloft. Inside his cloak, he places a hand on the horn dangling from his belt, a trophy from his travels. He mutters to himself, "Here's hoping I never have to sound this for aid."

Webster stares at the carvings, and admires the architecture. Noticing Rijo moving off to the left, he looks back to the group.

He whispers, "I'll keep an eye on the right side," and draws his crossbow.

Moving to the left, Rijo sees that the torchlight diffuses around the edges of the opening. It seems like there is a big space with a diagonal wall going to the left and a straight wall going ahead on the right side, so that the space gets wider further from where Rijo stands. One or more pillars stand about ten feet away from the left wall. The space has a ceiling about twelve feet high that is supported by stone beams going from the left hand wall to the tops of the pillar(s); to the right of that ceiling Rijo cannot see how high is the roof of the space. He notices that the right hand wall seems lower further ahead, but there is no visible ceiling above it.

Moving to the right, Webster sees a big space with a diagonal wall going to the right and a straight wall going ahead on the left side, so that the space is wider further from where he stands. The straight wall gets lower further from where Webster stands. There is no ceiling near the straight wall. There are pillars near the right wall, and they support stone beams that hold up a ceiling about twelve feet high.

To the left and to the right, the space is open beyond the range of torchlight.