Faedryl Melad
Drow Hexblade/Evoker
AC: 12 HP: 22/22
PP: 12 PIv: 14 PIs: 12 Sanity: 11
Conditions: --
Concentrating: Create Bonfire
Eighth Day, Escape

Was this going well? Was it going poorly? She couldn't tell, lacking any real experience in the flow of battle or combat beyond short sparring matches and tiny skirmishes. This was...hectic. Panicked. But then it probably should be. She ignores Duskryn's comment. He chose neutrality, like a coward. His principles and convictions were lacking, and he's suffer for them but they had more important matters to attend to. Faedryl darts out of the prison again, assessing the situation. One down, good. The new quaggoth prisoner seemed to be pulling his weight dutifully, charging forwards towards the armoury. Two in the way. She chooses to focus on the far target. The one closer had others who could strike at it. She loosens her jaw and the flow of magic surges up around her throat. From her lips comes not a word, but the distinct, instantly recognisable sound of a bell clanging, as if her mouth had become metal, her tongue a clanger. With one last look at a spider climbing the wall she sends a mental push to try to keep it out of their way, before slipping back into the prison, away from the encroaching foes. She is delicate, after all.

Spoiler: Actions
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Move: Out of the cell, then back inside for cover after spells are cast.
Bonus Action: Telekinetic Shove the spider on the wall to the group's southwest.. It needs to beat a DC14 strength save (1d20)[20] (+modifiers) or be shoved 5' away from Faedryl, so further along the wall away from the group. Might make a difference for distance, possibly not. Sadly she can't push it off the wall.
Action: Cast Toll the Dead on Kronryn. Gotta beat a DC14 Wis save (1d20)[5](+modifiers) or take (1d12)[7] Necrotic damage.