Round 846

Merrin staggers forward through the rushing water, her small frame barely keeping both herself and Varikka upright. The current tugs at her legs like a thousand tiny hands trying to pull her under, but she grits her teeth and presses on, using every ounce of her rogue's agility to maintain balance. The stone door looms ahead, its ancient runes glistening wet in the torchlight. Merrin reaches out with one hand, fingers brushing against the cold, slick surface as she calls out to Elric. "Here! Help us open this thing before The Guardian reaches us!" She can feel Varikka's weight leaning heavily against her shoulder, the dwarf woman's injured ankle making each step a obvious struggle. The sound of heavy footsteps grows louder with each passing second, echoing ominously off the stone walls surrounding them.