Muttering eldritch syllables and trying his hardest not to yawn mid-spell (which would be very bad indeed), Mola hefts his staff and points it at the door. "As much as I like the view from back here, lady, you might want to back away from the door. Same goes for the rest of you - up against the walls if we can."<br/><br/>Assuming the others comply, the warlock's eyes go white again as he points his staff towards the portal that will shortly be bursting open with demons. The space immediately in front of the door warps and twists, sinking into a half-sphere of utter darkness that fills a good portion of the room. The hemispherical void exudes an icy chill, and sibilant voices whispering nonsense in a thousand languages echo softly from its edges.<br/><br/>"It'll slow them down, and hurt them. Take the heads of anyone who makes it through to our side."<br/><br/>Mola's blind-eyed raven flutters up through the hatch as well, settling behind its master.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Casting Hunger of Hadar as indicated. It'll last for 1 minute if I can maintain concentration.<br/></div></div>