Not Done!

ur brave heroes crept stealthily down the musty corridor, through cobwebs and past the bones of previous hopeful heroes, and stopped before The Door.

The Door, I say, because it deserved capital letters. It was encrusted with carvings: the carvings had carvings. Battle scenes, dragons, flowers, all picked out with precious metals and semiprecious stones. A large imposing handle was embedded in the center of the door. A large metal ring, set inside a gaping maw, filled with row after row of razor-sharp teeth.

After working their heroic magic, and determining that the door was untrapped, and that the maw was just to intimidate the uninitiated, the burly warrior stepped forward, grasped the ring, and drew the door open. A blast of rank air rewarded the fighting man for his efforts. He collapsed to the stone floor, fighting for breath.

Within, an ancient crone stood, overlooking the efforts of two gnomes who were digging at the far wall. Piles of rubble lay about the room, and the crone turned to the invading heroes.

"Go back!" she croaked, "There is nothing for you here! We are still working on this wing of the dungeon. Erm... I believe if you take the last left, you'll find some lovely trolls with some loot. Go on with you!"