D.O.R.K gives herself but a passing once over, only to gesture loosely in Mullo's direction. "I believe we are both in need of repairs. But, it will probably be best if you start with her, as she has suffered far more significantly." She replied to Ebonitus. "Someone should call or retrieve Harshnag as well. Though he has guided us here, I do not doubt that he would still be interested in further investigating this place himself, if not learning more about his people plight." Her gaze than goes to the door's general direction. "Also, he could perhaps open the door far more efficiently than any of us." 

D.O.R.K. holds Dawnbringer's hilt aloft and requests her to illuminate but ..............................

NOTHING happens!

What D.O.R.K. hears in her mind?

Ilezenya will cast dancing lights and have the four orbs circle around the party to provide illumination for those without the ability to see in the darkness. He then proceeds to investigate the barbarians and their gear. When the group is ready, he will head towards the large, frozen doors.

Mullo's breathing slows, and she looks around, ignoring for now the conversation centered on her healing. Dreading what she's going to find, she steps over the prone forms of the barbarians to check on her fellow shaman.

(Gonna assume what's in the spoiler is accurate. So with that in mind.)

D.O.R.K leaves Mullo to her grief, returning her attention again to the hilt. "Are you alright, Dawnbringer? Is it something about this place? Or-..." She halted there for a moment, meaning to allow the hilt to gather its thoughts. If after a minute or so more of silence, she puts it away again uttering, "Very well then. Rest at ease. And know if some disrespect was shown, it was not intentional." Her piece said, the construct only lingers long enough for any divine repairs Ebonitus or the rest wished to dispense, then made her way back to Harshnag to deliver the good news, if noone beat her to the punchy.

Devin approaches the others, the Dancing Lights certainly helping him see in the dark.  Through all of that he had maintained his concentration on the Arcane eye though he feared he had lost track of time and was not sure how much more of the original hour he had left.  While he moved the Eye around the room he informed the others what he saw.

While bending down and checking the dead for valuables he spoke,

"I fear we will need Harshnag to get these doors open.  They are frozen shut tight with ice and we will not have the strength to open it ourselves.  As for the inside I haven't seen any foes yet but I am still searching."

Looking to D,

"No matter.  You had a good strategy and telling me would have ruined it.  Well played.  We defended ourselves well enough."

And....

Ebonitus approaches the giant doors. A quick perusal shows they are made of granite and each door is 30 feet high and 15 feet wide. They are carved with scenes of giants battling dragons.

Mullo finds that the Shaman is well and truly dead. Clutching in her hands is her sacred bundle.

What’s in the bundle (Mullo only)

 As Illezenya examines the bodies of the dead barbarians he discovers that Wormtongue is wearing a breastplate that appears to have been made from a single White dragon scale.

Illezenya and Devin can see that D.O,R.K. seems to be having an argument with herself.

What’s happening (D.O.R.K. only)

D.O.R.K pauses for maybe a moment or two, before her eye lenses seems to glitch between several colors as she stared at the hilt. "You misinterpret my intent, and misread the situation. You have also inconveniently forgotten or have chosen to ignore prior plans discussed among the party regarding the rules of engagement for the previous encounter. This is understandable, but your concern is misplaced. I could explain this in further detail, but... it appears that I have erred in my agreement, and did not fully take into account your perspective on matters of combat scenarios... Just as I had failed my brother." The last part she whispered and look askance for just a moment.  After a moment's pause, her gaze returns to the hilt. "If I should survive this next leg of the journey, I will see to it that you are returned to the appropriate temple, so that you may find a more compatible 'partner' for you. Until then, I will no longer request your assistance." With that, she slides the hilt further into place, and takes out a torch to light up in Dawnbringer's place. 

The conversation continues

D.O.R.K. argues his case as she recalls best

Voices in her mind (D.O.R.K. only)

Ilezenya removes the dragons-scale breastplate armor from Wormtongue, inspecting it closely. He then holds it out to the party and says, "A powerful piece of armor is any of you are in need.  It may imbue some resistance to cold, since it seems to be crafted from a white dragon scale. Any takers?"

D.O.R.K looks to Ilezenya, but stopped short of answer before turning again to the hilt and continuing to respond to it, if though in a far more neutral tone that bordered on the exhausted. And all the while seeming to not care of the others reactions or perspective in the moment. "You have edited your recollection. I specifically said, 'Spare the shaman, if possible'. When they chose to further illuminate the area, thus further undoing our one advantage in the encounter, their removal was immediately necessary. I have already given my reasoning for not going into further detail during the battle, as I had previously made clear. But you are upset at the moment, so I understand such details were overlooked." She replied.

"Secondly, I believe it is important to clarify that Lukian is not the brother I was referring to, but rather Torunn. Both of which I have failed grievously... But thank you for reminding me. I should no longer be referring to Torunn as my brother at any juncture, as I no longer have the right." She admitted, sounding perhaps disturbingly sincere and grateful. "I must say that I underestimated your knowledge of M-... the goddess. But to add to your previous point, I am well aware that is what I am. It is why I can only offer at best advice, and why I'm not fit for any leadership position, who otherwise by right can command a course of action. But I understand how my words could be misinterpreted during the conflict now, and will endeavor to avoid such misunderstanding. Thank you again, Dawnbringer. You have been most helpful. But please, do not think of me as anything but as you have already rightly stated me to be in the past. Though it is an inglorious position by most perspective, even the defeated have their uses to the goddess. And that is enough for me."

Dawnbringer gets in the last word

Just when D.O.R.K. thought the argument was over she hears

Voices in her mind (D.O.R.K. only)

Devin kneels next to Ilezenya and inspects the breastplate.  "Such resistance would be a boon if it were true.  If there is no other interested I will take the armor."

D.O.R.K glances over to the bodies and considers the question. But as her attention is naturally drawn to the group as they went about their various business, the construct shook simply her head 'no'. Hopeful in that being the end of further questioning, D.O.R.K briefly adds, "I believe given the connection these people have to Mullo, I would advise leaving the decision to her, regarding what is to be done with the armor. " She looks to Mullo. "Once she is ready. Now, if you would excuse me. I shall return shortly." The construct turns on her heel at that point, and jogs back to the entryway to inform Harshnag of the news, as well as request assistance with the door.

Mullo ties the bundle to her side and stands, looking up at the doors. "The cold will preserve these bodies until they can be committed to cairns," she says loudly enough for the others to hear, though she isn't actually looking at any of them. When her name is spoken by Dork in reference to the armor, she looks over at those around it. "I have no use for armor. It slows me down. As we are the victors, the spoils are ours," she says almost angrily.

She moves to a place where there is no blood and sits down, taking one of the longer strands from her clothes and forming it into a circle on the ground in front of her. She reaches around and removes from a small pouch in the small of her back several bleached bones carved with runes and inlaid with gems. She holds the bones out in the palms of her open hands above the circle, closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath. "I beseech Uthgar, the Battle Father, and Tempus, the Lord of Battles. Please reveal to me whether passing through the doors before us will result in danger or safety." Opening her eyes, she pulls her hands apart, letting the bones fall into the circle.

Casting augury as a ritual

Mullo casts the bones and they fall in such a way that indicates passing through the doors will result in 

Mullo only can read the final result

Since she's casting this as a ritual, it takes 11 minutes, so I'll wait to chime in.

Standing up with the armor he takes the time to switch it out with his leather while he waits for Mullo's ritual to complete.

When he hears Mullo's words and request he quips to Ebonitus and Ilezenya.  "I can tell you that without a ritual.  It's danger.  Everywhere we go it's been danger.  Now we are breaking into an ancient giant fortress during the smashing of the Ordning?  Danger for certain."

Ebonitus inspects the doors, to see if he can find a mechanism for opening them. He also looks at the floor near the doors to see if they open outwards or inwards.

Investigation: 18

"Perhaps if we could heat these doors? My spells are mostly radiant, not elemental..." Ilezenya offers when he gets to the doors. "Or we could explore more of the ledges and where they go..." he adds, pointing up to where he had visited earlier.