Jametor's first ray hits the wall, but the second leaves a nasty scar on its target. The scorched drow snarls and draws his rapier, advancing on the party with his comrades. The two well-armed dark elves across the table from him begin chanting, while the drow in the back yells an arcane phrase and makes a throwing motion with one hand, sending a tiny red bead flying toward the group of intruders!
"Argh! That's why I should never let you lead! Don't you ever look?"
Randall dives to the side and rolls around behind the drow facing Njord.
Asht'el is not quick enough to avoid the arcane blast, but his natural resistance to fire protects him some.
Fíriel takes the full force of the magical fire. Reeling from the pain, she tries to concentrate enough to weave a spell of her own in return.
The drow in the corner cries out as he's struck by Fíriel's magic, while the one in front of Randall sees the halfling coming and blocks him, taking the opportunity to jab at him with his rapier, but he's unable to connect this time.
Ashtel raises his right hand, his fingers pointing upwards and wriggling like a nest of serpents. In response, a field of rubbery black tentacles burrow up from the floor around the drow caster and reach for him! Asht'el then moves quickly back and to one side, to avoid any more fiery blasts.
The spellcaster winces as he's grabbed by the strong tentacles. "Kill them!" he cries, as he struggles against the magic holding him.
Njord manages to avoid the brunt of the magical flames and quickly recovers. The big man growls and turns his blade on one of the front drow.
Jametor pulls a potion from his pack and drinks it.
The second drow stabs at the halfling as he passes, but Randall manages to get into position across from Njord anyway. The momentary distraction is long enough for Njord's first strike to hit home and cause its target to yell in pain.
The three front drow retaliate, while the caster tries to escape from the nasty vine-things. The last one, standing in the middle of the room near the table, takes a step forward and begins to chant loudly. Suddenly the magical energies next to Asht'el coalesce into the shape of a flail and swing at him!
Njord deftly parries the drows attacks before striking back again.
The big ulfen's burns slowly mend under the power of his ursine blood.
Njord's first blow slices his fire-scorched enemy into two equal sections, and before the top half has hit the ground the big Ulfen's sword leaves a nasty gash in the second drow as well.
Asht'el hurries torward Jametor, drawing a wand from his belt as he moves. When he reaches the injured elf, he taps him with the wand, causing a surge of dark healing energies.
Jametor nods at his Ifrit friend and he then turns his gaze to the retreating drow. He then flings a bead toward the other end of the room.
As the bead finally reaches the drow, it explodes not in a ball of fire, but of ice.
The spellcaster manages to dodge the worst of the ice (despite being slowly squeezed to death by magic tentacles), but the chanting elf in the middle of the room is not so lucky. "Kill the hated scum!" he cries in Undercommon, glaring at Jametor.
Fíriel draws a wand and calls more magic to strike the chanting drow.
Randall steps to the side and aims his dagger at the drow's liver, eliciting a gasp and a cry of pain.
A moment later his target slumps to the ground, the bleeding having taken its toll. The be-tentacled spellcaster in the back is just about to craft another spell when the lingering acid from Fíriel's magic eats its way through his skin and into his heart, and he too slumps to the ground in the embrace of Asht'el's tentacles.
The remaining pair of drow set their faces grimly and attack, the magical flail pursuing Asht'el and swinging at him while the elves group up and chant all the more! Suddenly a loud burst of sound explodes among the clustered heroes, threatening to deafen them!
Njord grunts in pain as he's buffeted by the sonic attack but keeps his bearings. With a roar he rushes forward to cut the remaining drow down.
Asht'el grimaces as the magical flail strikes him, then clamps his hands over his ears as the burst of sound explodes. Fortunately, he's quick enough to avoid the worst effects of the sound burst, but he's a bit the worse for wear.
He steps away from the summoned flail and points two fingers at one of the remaining drow and sends two searing blasts of fire at him.
Fíriel cries out and brings her hands to her ears as she tries to recover from the awful sound.
The drow struck by Njord sneers at the Ulfen and prepares to strike back, while the other sways a bit as he absorbs the full force of Asht'el's magic.
Randall stops in mid-step as he's turning to face the remaining threat, as though frozen in place.
The drow next to Njord swings at him with his flail, while the other chants another spell and reaches out to touch his comrade's shoulder before moving back. Asht'el's friendly flail continues to swing at him.
Randall shakes off the effect of the spell, but tries to let the enemy believe he's still under the grip of the spell while he thinks quickly.
Hoping he has fooled the spellcaster into thinking he's no longer a threat, Randall ducks down and hustles along the (left) side of the table, using it for cover, before diving under to come up and (hopefully) drive his dagger into his new target.
After getting hit again by the damn thing, Asht'el dodges away from the flail and moves through the doorway, determined to put an end to these drow. He fires another pair of fiery blasts, one at each of the remaining dark elves.
Jametor moves into the room after shaking off the effects of the sound spell.
He barks an arcane phrase and points his finger at the drow on Njord and a ray of flame shoots from his hand, he then points at the drow that Randall is attacking.
Njord parry's the drow's weak attack and answers with two brutal blows of his own.
Randall's dagger finishes off the rear drow while Asht'el and Jametor each send punishing flames to slam into the other one. He sneers at Njord as he easily dodges the Ulfen's blade, and swings his own in response. The magical flail, meanwhile, continues pursuing Asht'el.
Jametor again points his finger at the drow and a ray of frost shoots from it.
Asht'el continues to try to move away from the summoned flail, this time hustling over to stand by Jametor and saying, "Would you get this thing away from me!" As he moves, he taps himself with the healing wand still held in his hand.
Njord laughs as the drow continues to evade him. "You can't dodge forever!"