Story I: The Rift

Ameera's words seem to have an effect on the armored skeleton, whose bones rattle as it freezes and then suddenly stands straight. Its stance relaxes before it suddenly seizes up and groans, as though in pain, turning and running back down the hallway that its come from. Not long after, however, you can hear its armor scraping the sides of the hall as it returns to where it once was. As it comes forth from the shadows of the hall, it is cackling madly, a haunting, chilling chord that seems to resonate with your inner fears.

Everyone make DC 13 Wisdom Saves or suffer Disadvantage on all attack rolls this turn.

Erran and Devanis both use this opportunity to break away from the restless dead that harass them and make for the door. Erran gets there first, slipping through the doorway with only a bit of a struggle, leaving Devanis to wait on the more dangerous side.

The wight and the wisp seem no less willing to relent, and they turn on the Dwarf who has approached them. Baric stabs the wight through the arm with his rapier, keeping him at bay by keeping his limb stuck on the end of his blade. The wisp, however, seems to take advantage of Baric's focus, wrapping two tendrils over the Dwarf's shoulders (1 Cold Damage).

Pyrrah, during all of this, is dealing with a very poorly timed broken bowstring, which came loose from its fastening and needs to be retied. Perhaps it was loosened when she wedged through the doorway.

Ameera's attack causes the wisp to burst into a cascade of light, clearing the path for Baric. As the skeleton, wight approach, Baric slips by them and makes his way for the exit. Devanis, with Baric at his back, push into the gap in the door and manage to force their way through to the other side. With the whole party into the next chamber, Ameera and Pyrrah attempt to push the heavy door closed, the wood and iron grinding and squealing as it resists the movement.

Each of you takes a moment to look over the room you have just entered. It is a wide room, and you seem to have entered in on the middle of it. It seems to be about 20 feet deep, and perhaps two or three times as wide. There are pieces of art---portrait paintings, mostly---hanging on the walls, though you cannot discern their details with all of the chaos going on. There is also a divider in the middle of the room; a chest-high stone wall that stretches down from the furthest end to end, with a 5 foot gap on either end to pass around it. There are two doors here, one on each of the furthest sides.

All manner of rubble lies about that could be used to block the door from being opened, including wooden beams (with no clue as to their original purpose) and stone blocks.

Before the door is completely shut, the wight manages to get close enough to shove his arm through, just in time for it to catch in the doorway. It becomes mangled, though the fingers still grasp and move, clawing aimlessly for anything it can reach. There is a thump and a pressure behind the door as more weight is put to it in an attempt to open it wider.

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Ameera looks about for a beam that might work. She finds one after several valuable seconds and points it out. As the door begins to push into the room, Erran runs up to lend his strength to it, crushing the wight's arm against the frame before it splits and the bones snap. The broken, bloody limb falls to the floor, grasping and clutching at the air as the door slams shut. There is still substantial force behind it as the restless dead try to force it open once more. During this time, Pyrrah is able to get her bow restrung.

Devanis drags the heavy, wooden beam into place, but wedging it into the door may take some stronger effort...