Hoard of the Dragon Queen [IC. 2014 rules]

Once the group has managed to get entry w/o the Church's residents being unhappy, Montar will advance to the front door and try to stabilize it with his strength.

There is a short moment of silence before something shuffles behind the door and it creaks open, barely an inch. The ashen face of a dwarven woman appears in the space. She hesitates for a moment before the door is opened wider. Next to the dwarf stands a calm half-elf dressed in priest's garb. 

"Perhaps Chauntea has heard my prayers then," the half-elf says once he's had a chance to study Tam's face and has decided she doesn't appear to be a raider. "But I am not sure how quickly we can move..." 

He steps to the side and motions behind him to the entirety of the temple. It is full of people, at least fifty by the looks of it. Most of them are completely terrified and near panic, praying and clutching holy symbols and each other in desperate attempt for comfort.

Tam looks over the people. They needed to move quickly. They only had a few minutes before the patrol would come back around. 

"We've taken care of the group in the back," Tam explains. " There is another group patrolling the perimeter that we need to get past. Perhaps we could make some kind of distraction with the group in the front, drawing the patrol's attention as well. Is there any way out onto the roof?"

Draylin maintains his post, trusting his more well spoken friends to convince the church goers to move with all haste.  

***Perception from peeking out the door to look for any approaching enemies:  12 ***

Montar rushes into the room and makes his way quickly to the front doors that are suffering the battering. He tries to assess (via expertise with mason's and smith's tools) how long the doors have, and tries to reinforce them using those same skills and any materials in the room. (the first roll is for smith and the second for mason) 17, 28

Montar notices a few cracks in the heavy wooden doors and the hinges getting slightly bent from the pressure of the ram. The dwarf quickly uses his hammer to fix the metal and hammers down any nails sticking, then breaks a nearby wooden bench, using the planks to reinforce the doors. His work is exceptionally sturdy and the frame looks to be braced so well it might now be the strongest part of the wall. 

Meanwhile, Draylin hears the mob nearing the back entrance again.

The priest nods at Tam. "Perhaps the plan for distraction is not too bad."

Draylin

The monk closed the door, let's out a sharp whistle towards the chapel and gathered heroes and parishioners.  With a few quick strikes, his flint and steel produce a spark and the torches sputters then begins to burn.  He then hustles to get the burn pile going, hoping to add even more smoke to the area and prevent the mob from seeing the door at all.

Sticking his head back into the building, he calls out, "Time is short, we must act now!  I can try to distract them and lead them away, or we can disguise as the cultists out back and hope they go by."  

Draylin felt the adrenaline surge, his fist clenching and relaxing, his breath coming faster.  His mind raced to come up with ideas, but all he could see was sand falling too quickly through the hourglass.  

Montar breathes deeply, calmed by his singular focus on his craftsmanship. Pleased with his handiwork on the front door and drawing additional confidence from his success, he addresses the assembled. "I think the door should hold a wee bit longer now. I suggest everyone move toward the back door. When the patrol has come and gone again, then we make our exit. We just need to trust that Draylin and Thistlewick's diversions have worked. In case they have not, though, get behind me and I will try to protect you."

Tam frets. Will their distraction be enough to fool the patrol? If not, they might have to fight their way out. She readies a bolt and looks around at those gathered, ready to move when call on.