One thing: Creamor took a step back, so that now there is a space between him and the fire
(I plan to use Wing Buffet the next round, if the creature takes a 5ft. step to follow me and shove it back into the fire)

Question on the Spell: "Death Knell"
Do (draft)animals count as allies for the purpose of this spell?
How about innocent bystanders?

Similarly the Feat "Dark Ritual" allows to coup de grace NPCs for temporary spellpoints. Would you allow animal sacrifices? (I mean a slaughtered goat is a staple for every dark wizard/shaman, but if you start to kill a bag of rats...)

Creamor cried out in sudden pain, as the mist cut through his skin and once again took his life force. Rage overcame his thinking, ignoring the seeping blood that sizzled as it fell in to the fire. No, this time he wouldn't let it happen. With a sudden movement he moved his upper body quickly over the flames, so that the sucking misty tentacle was dislodged. Then he retaliated with all he had...

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Flurry attack
1d20+7=23, 1d20+7=9, 1d20+7=12
Only the bite hits
1d8+3=5
Taking 1d4 damage from bleed: 1d4=2

Since I still have +2 Fort from food, +1 from class and +1 from Con, I'll spend an action die to resist more Con drain. 1d4=2
16= No Con drain

Again he bit, clawed and lashed with his tail, but only his teeth seemed to be able to find purchase in the mist.

A small part of him was still analyzing the situation rationally. The mist was specifically after his blood, the smart option was not to give it any more of it. With every last ounce of will power he overcame his urge to attack further and took a step backwards behind Grumble Jack.

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0 AD/2 AD
CON 12/14
Vitality 11/20
Wounds 12/12

Status: Bleeding

I swear invisible castle hates me...
Now playing: The darkness within

The whole experience had been... frustrating. Creamor knew he had now the physiology and brain structure of a black Abishai and yet he had held back all violent impulses that his lizard brain was constantly sending him. But now the vampiric mist was in position and he didn't have to retreat anymore.

Like the whip he held in his hand, his tail snapped forward and made a soft crack as it drove through the mist into the floor.
Frustrated he instinctively went for a bite while also swiping his horn spines uselessly over the mist.
To late he noticed, that he still had the small sphere in his mouth.
For a moment everything was black and white again. Hastily he closed his mouth and said: "Oh, pardon me, I didn't mean to... Shit. I swallowed it, didn't I..."

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Flurry action:
Tail slap 1d20+7=11
Bite 1d20+7=8
Gore 1d20+7=11
All misses and a possible Fumble

In that case I'll take the spot next to Grumble Jack.

Almost. Creamor wants to be behind the oil, so that the mist will be forced to hover over it. So I'd say Creamor is one square to the north.

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Ok, then I'll reverse the order.

Although he was reluctant to brake rank, Creamor needed no second invitation. The damned orb did silence him pretty effective, and he was anxious to get rid of it.
He reached again in his sack and produced the last of his oil flasks, giving it to the plant woman.

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1st half action Handle Item

Then he disengaged with a jump at he wall and over the oil spill.

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2nd half action Acrobatic check:1d20+7=16

Unsurprisingly, I do not like that... 
I'd say it's time for Janus to save the day...

I'll change it to Lars' torch.
So... did the burning oil hit the thing under the floor?

My next proficiency definitely has to go into Hurl.

A question about the room:
Am I correct in assuming that the holes in the floor are only in the four center squares, or do they extent over the whole room?

F	S	S	S	S	S	S
E	S	S	S	S	S	S
D	S	S	H	H	S	S
C	S	S	H	H	S	S
B	S	S	S	S	S	S
A	S	S	S	S	S	S
0	1	2	3	4	5	6

Either way, Creamor, standing on A3 aimed for C3 and actually hit A5... I suck

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Now severely limited in his ability to speak, Creamor had to rely on his partners to understand his intent. Rising his own shield, he reached into his sack and produced another pint of oil. Setting the wick alight on Lars' torch, he tossed the flask in the general direction of the little pedestal.

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1st half action: Handle item
2nd half action: attack pedestal:
Throw 10ft: 1d20-2=5
Missed the sqare, Deviation:1d8=4
1d2=2
Damage: 2d6=11

With an audible WHOOSH the flask exploded about 10 feet to his right, narrowly missing Aiden

That would be the sequel to heart of darkness,
the stomach of darkness  

I actually thought about that first, but wasn't sure how big that sphere is.
The only other place would be where the sun doesn't shine, but trust me: You don't want to go there...