Just as Brondin climbs through the trapdoor, he hears the moaning coming from outside. He stops as if rooted in place; the body he's carrying slumps to the ground forgotten.
Brondin's eyes cloud over and turn white.
In his mind's eye, a scene comes into focus, a vision from his nightmares. Hordes of undead and all sorts of aberrant creatures taking the field of battle, almost like an ocean of writhing bodies, surging forward to engulf anything in their path. Suddenly, a rune begins to takes shape, flares and sharpens its clarity, dominating Brondin's attention.
By the Forge Father's beard!
His eyes return to their normal state.
Released from his own nightmare, he snaps back to reality and into another nightmare. He shouts down the trapdoor to the others still gathered there,
"Beware, Khyber has released its minions! We're under attack! Foul undead, more than I can count. Get up here an' help me close these doors!"
Brondin's craghammer starts to glow with a soft light, emanating from a new rune, a twin of the rune from his vision. Spurred into action, Brondin races through the defiled temple towards the main doors, arms and legs pumping, driving the dwarf to incredible speeds (for a dwarf). He reaches the doors and grunts with effort as he tries to shoulder them closed.
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Oh, snap, GM says there's nowhere to run. It looks like we're fortifying this temple.
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