"I am in metal armor. Let me try. Brutus, come on, one more time."
Maur takes a good look at the door, sets his shield, tucks his beard under it and runs straight into the door, turning his weapon shoulder at the last moment.
Unfortunately, he also pushed Brutus with his shield and they collided with the door in quick succession instead at the same time.
Final result was more loud than effective.
OOC:
Str check: 1D20+4+2 = [4]+4+2 = 10
I'll roll with the assumption that someone aids
"Oof!" Brutus says as his face bounces off of Maur's shield.
Meridith covers her mouth trying not to laugh. Her cousin pokes her in the ribs and shakes his head at her. She sighs and rolls her eyes and then stands and waits with her arms crossed.
Neurotic said:
"One more!" Red faced dwarf says
Second time it was much louder. Much harder. And equally effective. The door stands, unimpressed.
OOC:
Str check with aid and brute gauntlets max power: 1D20+4+2+4 = [10]+4+2+4 = 20
Edit for second roll...I realize it is low chance, but this is ridiculous. I should just smash the thing.
Brutus slams into the door with Maur... this time in perfect unison. The young half-ogre's teeth rattle more than the door's hinges, which hold under the weight of the two warriors.
"That's one damn tough door," Timmins says.
"As I said, it's obviously barred from the other side," Aureus nods in agreement.
"If it wasn't, I would have gotten it open. The lock was simple enough but the cultists don't want intruders to get in easily."
"Bashing down doors isn't exactly my forte, but I will be ready for whatever awaits." Phar readies his bow for a shot at an foe that appears.
Aureus notes her friends choice and decides to prepare her bow as well. The other adventurers set themselves for whatever might happen once the door is down.
Neurotic said:
Looking at the greave at his shoulder and deciding enough is enough, Maur goes at the door with universal dwarven key. It won't be as quick, but this door is going down.
OOC: Edit edit: hammer time
Caerth waits patiently for Maur to use his hammer on the door.
"A big bear could easily..." the powerful druid muses with a smile on his face, as he makes no move to stop the dwarf from exhausting himself.
Maur's first hammer strike cracks the wood but the metal reinforcements hold the door together. Brutus takes a swing with his axe and cuts a deep gash in the wood. Maur's second strike bends the metal holding the door and something shifts on the other side of the door.
"Hmm, the bar might be loose," Aureus wonders.
"Hit it again and aim right in the center."
Brutus nods and slams the middle section with his axe. The door splits and would be hanging off the hinges if note for the metal reinforcements.
Maur's third strike buckles the metal reinforcements and the dwarf paladin hears a satisfying snap from the other side. The metal bar breaks in half and what's left of the door either hangs awkwardly from the top hinge or falls onto the stone floor leading into the cultists' lair.
Brutus lets out a big sigh and checks his weapon. It might need some sharping but it is still solid.
Beyond the ruins of the door is 20-ft long and 10-ft. wide corridor that ends with another reinforced wooden door. A large door hole sits in the top part of the door and is reinforced with metal bands.
Brutus looks at the new door and grunts in frustration. "Not another door!"
Muar can see what looks like a crossbow aiming out of the door and manages to get his shield up just in time to deflect the bolt that is fired at him. The crossbow wielder disappears and another appears in its place. A voice rings out,
"Do not come any closer! You are trespassing on the grounds of the Temple of the Crow God! You have no right to enter this place! Leave or face the wrath of Malotoch!"
"Well, they're definitely ready for us," Timmins whispers to Caerth.
"We should be careful," Aureus says to Phar.
"That corridor could be filled with traps and there could be arrow slits not that I can see any from here."
"Maybe we should ask to speak with whoever is in charge," Meridith jokes.
"Hmm, that might buy us some time," Wieland muses.
"I was kidding!"
OOC: What do you want to do next?