Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 261==

I guess we were followed, either that or one of the scouts heard our celebration.  A group of 30 or so barbarians set up outside of our crypt base, archers holding the door.  The first few swordsmen they sent in died fast.  Any time we peered around a corner, their archers would try and hit us, so we had a standoff.  So things go quiet and we start wondering what they're doing.  Alex sticks his ipod around the corner and snaps a photo.  They're building a bonfire at the entrance.  I don't think this place has vents, and certainly no other exit.  Then they start the fire.  With the bonfire blocking the entrance, their archers can't draw a good bead on us.  Alex pops around the corner and hits the bonfire with some ice magic and puts it out.  They try again, and Alex puts it out again. This goes on for an hour.  Finally they clear the now mostly frozen wood out and decide to do a charge.  The crypt isn't really that wide, they can get two in at a time.  Mike and Alex step out and unleash everything.  Marcus starts playing some empowerment song, Avery throws around some defensive blessings and I do my best to fuck up the minds of those that aren't caught up in the blasts.  We put down about half of them before they decide to retreat and get more people.  Our fight filled the crypt up with smoke and we were having trouble breathing, so we pack up and leave as well.  We're camped out in the foothills right now.  I guess we got their attention.