May 3, 1106 CR, Afternoon
beneath Stonegate
The adventurers pile out of the secret passage, and move back into the hall, fully prepared to meet a wave of walking carrion. The double doors stand closed, with only an ominous silence behind them.
The adventurer's stand, ready for the battle, for several minutes. The doors don't open. There is no wave of undead horror, no assault by the forces of Malice. Just the door, and the silence.
Pauly's defensive shield is re-energized, and he is ready with his ectoplasm.
Just as they are convinced that nothing is going to happen, at least right now, there is a creaking of the door, and a clunking as the heavy bar clatters to the floor.
The doors are hauled inward, and open.
Revealing an short antechamber, 20' wide(E-W), and 30' long(N-S) with a 10' wide open doorway on the far side, and a single door on the east wall, about halfway down. The large opening seems wreathed in shifting shadows, though there are several figures dimly visible beyond.
Only two walking dead are immediately visible, the pair that opened the doors, and they make no move to attack the group.
A voice comes from the shadows, faintly mocking, a cold evil apparent in every syllable. "So you are the best that the city of Stonegate, bastion of the north, could manage? This may be easier then I thought."