You all breath a sigh of relief.

Not a veteran of many battles, Rorn instead breathes two sighs of relief.  Then a third.  Finally he creeps forward to inspect a shattered shard and he grins at Roland.

"Well struck ... is everyone alright?!"

He then looks around the ice chamber.  Was the Fiend a solitary beast, or had it come into being with friends?

Perplexed, Garl retrieves the rope and nurses his wounds.  He suggests stopping for a meal.

Rorn can't find any shard anymore. Apparently they disappeared or evporated too quickly for him to find.
As you look at the flat, semi-translucent surface at the bottom of the cave, the Threshold, you can easily gues that at the other side of that screen, or gate, there are many more Ice Fiends coming and going and, occasionally trying to look through or to push on the other side of that flat surface.
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On the farthest wall of the cave you see a strange, flat formation and in your heads the word that immediately comes up is: The Threshold!

you can easily gues that at the other side of that screen, or gate, there are many more Ice Fiends coming and going and, occasionally trying to look through or to push on the other side of that flat surface.

How could the elf eat at a time like this?!  Rorn doesn't want to look away from the Threshold, but he can't.  Was there another world beyond there?  Was it a two-way door or was like ice on top of a lake ... you fell through sometimes but things rarely poked up.

The youngster stands guard while they work on their next move.  If more Ice Fiends are going to appear he will give a clear warning so that they can smash it quickly.

Garl will attempt a magic lore roll.  Can he think of a way to close this rift?

01:36, Today: Garl Ligoosh rolled 9 using 2d6.  Magic lore.
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First of all you need to be very careful not to touch with bare hands the Gate, as you risk passing to "the other side", whatever nightmare dimension the Ice Fiends come from.
In order to destroy the Threshold you realize that you have to use a powerful magical item against it. Perhaps there are various options of items that can do the trick.

you realize that you have to use a powerful magical item against it

Rorn nods along. Magic to fight magic, right, right.

Well, clearly it had to be the super sword.  "I mean, why else would the Fiends target Sir G and turn him evil?" the hunter reasons.

Or maybe it was the mace?  Rorn offers the silver-headed skull basher to Sir R.  "Here, just in case."

Is slashing the Threshold with the sword or mashing it with the mace failed, well, then it goes beyond Rorn's imagination.  Pour some wine on it??

"Oh wait, the blue gem!!"

Thusly:

If the weapons fail, and Garl agrees, Rorn will run back and fetch (gulp!!) the gem, sprinting back to the group so that they can use it against the Threshold ... maybe it needed to be crushed into shards too!

Sir Roland eyes Garl, dubious: "I think you should have the last word about magic issues, amongst us..."

“We must use a powerful magic item to close this portal to another world.  And be careful not to touch it with your bare hands!  Sadly, there is little further insight I can provide.  Nothing in my studies prepared me for something like this.”

First of all, Sir Roland, following the suggestions by Garl and Rorn, touches the Threshold with the top of the silver mace, holding it in a way to ensure he can never touch the flat, semi-translucent surface of the gate.
The mace quickly sticks to the surface of the Threshold and is sucked into it. Sir Roland tries making some resistance, but the mace doesn't yield and is sfitly incorporated into the surface, while, on the other side, you see a lot of movement.
Eventually Sir Roland leaves the mace and it goes right to the other side, where youc an't see it clearly anymore.
You have the impression that, after this operation, the Threshold became a little thinner and perhaps more transparent then before.

Sir Roland, despite the cold, is sweating: "Maybe it wasn't powerful enough? What shall we try next?"

You have the impression that, after this operation, the Threshold became a little thinner and perhaps more transparent then before.

Well, it was disheartening to see all the silver sucked away just like that.  But maybe it had been a worthy sacrifice.  "Did that just work a little?!" Rorn babbles.

"Uhhh ... try ... maybe the magic sword?" he then finally suggests, although he is loathe to do so.  Losing that blade too might leave them without a serious weapon to fight more monsters with.

Sir Roland nods, with a deep sight, and, cautiously, reluctantly, he brings the hilt of Sir Gallaham's sword in contact with the surface of the Threshold. He can hear his heart beating.
In a similar way to the silver mace, the magic sword is absorbed in the Threshold and Sir Roland, with a deeper sigh, swiftly retracts his hand at the very last moment, while the sword is sucked into the translucent wall.
This time, however, the semi-translucent wall quickly becomes more and more opaque and, apparently, thicker. The foul creatures on the other side seem to be suddenly upset, but soon you can't see them anymore.
The fading runes of power seem to suddenly become brighter and icy spikes grow from that side of the cave towards the exit.

How quickly are the spikes growing? Do we have to get out of their way? If so, Galendra will carefully move toward the entrance of the cave avoiding any growing ice spikes.

icy spikes grow from that side of the cave towards the exit.

"But it was supposed to be over," Rorn whines when he sees the uber sword get swallowed up but no shortage of frosty threats from the ice palace ... it just seemed to get worse and worse.

Like Galendra, he feels a strong urge to flee.  A short dash, and back out, into the familiar world of trees and campfires, village life and a simple hunter's fate.

"C'mon," Rorn says to Sir G and Garl.  "Before it's too late.  I just hope that statue lets us pass."

[OOC just in case I was unclear:
the Threshold is in the part of the cave further away from the entrance
the crystal spikes are growing from the area of the Threshold towards the exit
the growth of the spikes is fairly quick, but not quicker than you can walk]
[Private to Garl Ligoosh: Knowing magic effects, you guess the spikes are part of the original enchantments and aimed at keeping people away.]

“We should either try one more item, or flee,” Garl suggests.  “Is there anything we haven’t tried?”

"Rorn mentioned the Blue Gem that the demoness statue was clutching in her hands near the entrance, but I don't think we can actually reach the Threshold again..."

“Is there anything we haven’t tried?”

Rorn can't think of anything else on hand that was a weapon - of course they were carrying a lot of things all told but somehow he didn't think boar meat or shiny river stones were going to do much.

"What else is magic?!" Rorn asks, eyeing the way out back towards the statue and getting really freaked out by the spikes.

If Sir R or Garl said to fetch the gem, then Rorn would risk it at a run, never slowing down until he'd thrown it at The Threshold like an egg.

Galendra looks at her fish charm bracelet. Is it made of silver?

Addressing Galendra: "Well... we already tried silver, but it didnt work..."

Message for Garl.
[Private to Garl Ligoosh: Overall it looks to you that the effect may be the right one: these spikes will keep curious people away from the Threshold. Perhaps something that Sor Gallaham failed to do.]
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“Perhaps we are overthinking this,” Garl suggests.  “After all, these spikes should serve to keep visitors away from the threshhold.”

"The magic runes are glowing brighter, that I guess indicates they are more powerful... OK, let's get out of here...."

Rorn leads the way out!!

You shut the external gates of the Crystal Caves behind you and you can see that the faded runes on the outer surface progressively glow clearer and brighter, sign that the magic was reinstated. You all breath a sigh of relief.
Now you can regroup and go back to Tyntern to report about what happened to Sir Gallaham and what kind of risk the whole continent just run.

[OOC continue here: link to a message in this game ]
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