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Yon expires. Stupid gnolls.

Hex, seeing the dwarf stabilise rushes over to the elf and begins to bandage his wounds. Cursing the loss of the cleric that could have perhaps cured the spellblade who might have then put the gnolls to sleep with his magic the little minor trickster begins to sweat as the situation looks grim indeed.

"Is there anything in here we can use to bar the door yes yes yes? Any oil flasks we may have that we could use to set alight if the creatures begin to break the door down? Are the other doors locked hmmm?"

Abijah keeps the door pressed shut. Looking to the others, he says, "You folk. Have spikes? Or lock? To... what is the word... the door? Keep it shut?"

Morris looks towards the others as he nervously drops his backpack.
What the hell just happened? {Rummaging through his pack} I don't have spikes. Anyone have spikes?!

"We could erect a barrier or some cover using the table or the cabinet, turn them over and make a stand, fire missiles from behind them if my colour spray doesn't work, yes yes? Who has ranged weapons still left?" the frantic halfling yells.

Abijah Dun: "I have arrows. And bow." Pointing to his wounded leg with his chin, he adds, "Dog men gave me a new arrow."

To Hex, he says, "Small man. Dwarf will live?"

The multi-coloured halfling shrugs as he works on Osprey. "If any of us do, and the gods are kind there is hope yes yes indeedy."

Morris races around the room, as quickly as he is able, examining the doors to the east and north.

In Pursuit of Prey: Round 6

Abijah continues to secure the door against the ruthless gnolls; however, the scarred solider is not sure how long he will be able to maintain his hold.

The door frame cracks loudly, and the sound of splintering wood prompts Morris to rush over to the doors to the east and north. He finds them both to be unlocked and throws them open wide. Without the assistance of a light source, the mage sees only a few feet of corridor stretching into darkness.

Map: Hex selflessly tends to Osprey’s wounds, and the unconscious spellblade is stabilized. The halfling then turns his attention to the party’s dire situation and wisely suggests some possible tactics; however, his advice seems to go unheeded.

The gnolls continue to pound relentlessly at the weakening door.

Actions?

Wil continues to stand over Kragg. He'll quickly try to staunch his wounds if he can before heaving him up over his shoulder to follow along on any grim path that is left open to them....

Abijah Dun grunts, "Door crack—can not hold it long!" Indicating the cabinet, he calls out, "Wood box! Move to door! Block door!"

Hex calls to Morris, to help the warrior with the cabinet. Once both fallen are bandaged and stable the illusionist rummages around in the elf and dwarfs pouches and packs for a flask of oil. "Wil, light a torch or candle would you and get ready yes yes yes."

Once the halfling finds a flask he will rush towards the splintering doorway, and carefully but forcefully begin splashing it under the doorway.

Once that is done he will stand back and hope the monk will light the oil.

Wil seeing a counter attack being readied puts Kragg down and scrambles to light a torch to light the oil...

Abijah Dun tries to angle his body like a buttress against the door, both to leverage gis weight against the door, and to keep his feet away from the flaming oil.

Distracted from his present tactic (running around like a chicken, trying doors), Morris heaves himself into the table. He will attempt to move it towards the door.

In Pursuit of Prey: Round 7

BOOM!

The door jolts as the gnolls continue trying to bash their way in.

Abijah’s shoulder momentarily bounces off the door, and it opens a few inches before he can quickly slam it shut again.The warrior strains against the brute force as he feels his hold slipping. He desperately calls out to the others to move the cabinet to help serve as a barricade.

Hex rummages through Osprey’s pack and locates a flask of oil. The tiny illusionist makes for the door, pours the accelerant underneath, and stands back while Wil applies the flame from his torch.

WHOOSH!

The oil audibly ignites and is followed by a chorus of ghastly screams and howls. The door itself bursts into flames, and Abijah quickly backs away before he too is engulfed.

Morris attempts to overturn the stone table in center of the room, but it proves too heavy for the mage to budge.

The pounding at the door ceases as the overwhelming smell of burning hair and flesh fills the air.

Actions?

Abijah Dun leaps back from the door and readies his bardiche, in case any fiery gnolls burst through the flaming door. To the others, ha calls, "Good, small man! Good fire!

"Dog men may be dead, may be not. If not, fall back to next door. Move hurt ones. Spell man, what is book? Worth to take?"

Hexalon leaps back as Wil applies the torch, and then hands the monk his sling and pouch of bullets. "In case they come through," the robed halfling says to the monk.

He will search for a place to take cover from the doorway, somewhere that will offer him some protection against arrow fire, within 20 feet of the door if possible. Daggers ready to throw if one of the gnolls comes in.

"Now would be a good time for your fire manipulation spell Morris, can you make it bigger and hotter?"

Wil grabs the sling and stones to make ready for an attack. He'll also try to flip the stone table as Morris was attempting to provide some cover...

Morris nods to Hex and positions himself next to Abijah at the door, twisting his hand like a nob as he places his head to the door he casts Affect Normal Fires.