Shadowgate

Lifting the buckler firmly in your fist, your face contorts with pain from the heat. With a mad dash you sprint, or what would be a sprint if not for the hulking slab of steel on your back.

You slam against the door as an inferno lashes through the chamber. Adrenaline pumps through you as you haul the door open with a trembling arm. Flame tickles your legs as you fall to your salvation.