"This is the blade..?" Briant observes; reaching to touch it lightly in your grip, though he does not take it. "Old... No crossguard on the hilt, see? Just a banded hilt. I wonder-"

Thump.

Thump thump thump!

Urgent, angry banging on the door.

"WaaaAAAgh uz nuk nuatuu! Waaagh!"

"Blood of gods," Briant hisses and draws his own sword, snatching for his shield from the ground. "Bella, stay back - back with Cleménce!"

Crunch!

The ethereal blue corner of a monstrous great axe pierces through the chapel's door, throwing splinters of wood inward. Briant readies himself - it seems the door won't hold for long....

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(1d10+3)[5] Ghost Orcs
(1d10+4)[6] Briant and Bella