Lanliss lays a hand on the wooden door. If the spell can sift through the branches and leaves of the densest woods, then why not through the planks of a wooden door, he conjectures.

<casts Sleep through the door>

Roak grits his teeth and keeps pulling....

There was only so much room to tug on the door, and besides that Vsaati wasn't especially excited about meeting such a deadly creature face to face (literally).  Instead she readied her bow and watched through her peripheral vision the crack where the door was slightly ajar.

She hoped if she had to loose an arrow it would fly clear of any of her companions...

Voran kept pulling as well, hoping the beasts inside would give up sooner than later.

There is a brief period right after Lanliss finishes his spell when the party members have the impression that the pulling on the door from the other side slackens somewhat, then both of the creatures beyond can be heard to shout in anger and their furious attempt to get at our heroes intensifies again.

Fortunately for those holding onto the door from this side, there are enough hands pulling from here that they pair of medusas are unable to get the door open.

Roak keeps pulling on the door until the medusas give up!

"Does anyone have a better plan than pulling on this door until they fall asleep naturally?" asks Elboc.

"If i think of one I will let you know."  Sherborne shakes his head.

In a moment of inattention, perhaps while conversing, the ring slips from enough hands that the door moves inward just a bit, and then is stopped short by the haft of Albricht's warhammer, jammed through the pull-ring and braced against the door and the surrounding wall.

The dwarf nearly patted himself on the back as he stood there pleased with himself. After a few moments however, the grin faded to be replaced by a scowl.

"Now how do I get my hammer back?"

Lanliss pulls out his Wand of Paralyzation.

"I don't think this will work through the door... I already wasted one spell on these ladies..."

A tiny lantern lights up inside Lanliss's head.

"If only we had a BLIND YET POWERFUL SHAPESHIFTER to help clear this room!"

Albricht nodded so hard it looked like his aged neck might have come undone inside somewhere.

"Aye! For once an elf has an idea worth pursuing! Goody-bear can prove himself right here! See! Elf-magic does have its uses!"

The thought of throwing the werebear in with the snake-women by the scruff of its neck and then witnessing the subsequent chaos, warmed the dwarf from the inside out.

"We better have the counterspell ready for when he's done. Once that's in place we can run back and find our fuzzy friends. The messenger definitely should NOT be you, Dwarf."

Roak grunts as he pulls on the door. "Fine. We go back and try to convince the blind were-bear to help us once these thrice-damened medusas stop trying to kill us."

He does, in fact, keep securing the door until he is good and confident that the medusas are trying to get out to kill him.

Lanliss blinks, trying to parse the halfling logic.

"If the medusae WEREN'T trying to kill us then we WOULDN'T need the bear's help!

After several minutes, the attempts to open the door from the other side slow, become sporadic, and then stop.  Roak stays to be sure, and about ten minutes after he had thought they were finally done, there is a cautious attempt at the door, as if those on the other side were trying to test it without being noticed.  The attempt ends just as soon as the door comes tight up against the haft of Albricht's hammer, and then all is quiet again.

"Would a rope keep if shut and let Albricht get back his hammer? Maybe we can leave them like that and come back in a couple of weeks to see if they've died of thirst." asks Elboc.

"These aren't undead that just stand in one room for all eternity. I must assume they have more than one door in and out of their chamber. They may have fled deeper into the dungeon and getting reinforcements, or they might know some secret passages and circling back behind us for all we know."

Elboc eyes the pull-ring in the door and finds only the pull-ring in the door to the room with the ladder in reach, or anywhere near.  A quick estimate shows that about 120 feet of rope would be needed, and would result in the doors to both rooms not being openable.

Lanliss offers his 50' of rope for the cause.

Voran is willing to donate his 50' as well, if someone is willing to donate their 20'.

Sherborne offers his as well.

Roak takes and ties the three lengths together and finds a place to affix the rope, then, testing the rope and holding a torch in his free hand, climbs down!

Albricht shuffled over to the ropes and inspected the work of Roak, not trusting the halfling any more, and knowing that dwarf-knots were far superior to those of any other race, save perhaps goblin-kind... however their knot philosophy was more of the 'if you can't tie a knot, tie a lot' persuasion.

Once satisfied, Albricht joined the others, but arrears due to a previous altercation with certain werebears.


OOC: Checking Roak's knots for integrity...