Franzke stood back. The wizard couldn't help but feel proud of the work he'd finally finished. The door was a work of art; its frame was paneled in ornate oakwood, carved by elvish artisans and imported from Faelandia. The door itself was partly made of glass - which was sublty tinted aubergine. Dwarf glassblowers had ensured him that it was a "one of a kind" piece, the likes of which had never been seen before. The door was gifted with arcane powers, just now imbued in the ritual Franzke had performed with the aid of Herbert the cultist. The wizard made a mental note to eventually retrieve Herbert's soul from the lower planes. At last his "Abracadabrium" was protected from unwanted intruders; his tomes of hermetic knowledge were safe! He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, and moved to pass through the door. The door however, had other ideas. Instinct: to bar entry.

• Go for the head.
• Divide and conquer.