Chapter Six: The Muster of Caltlikrath

The smith hesitates, but leans back. "Go, then! Hurry!"

A loud crack sounds from above as fire consumes one of the large beams supporting the octagonal roof.

Everybody in the basement -- Felor, Leth, and Mordred -- please make a DEX saving throw.

Christ on a bike

The stairs had started burning and are probably gone or at least unusable by now.

Rolling for Mordred...

Edit: The smoking beam plunges down into the basement and lands butt-end first on Aeron in a burst of sparks and splintering wood. As the rest of the beam tips over it catches Felor as he rushes to help Mordred out of the way.

Edit 2: Felor sees only darkness and floating stars before him as the beam lays him flat.

Felor, make a CON save.

All other party members may take an action now.

Domarc lowers himself down, letting himself drop the last few feet. The basement is choked with smoke. Several small fires are burning on the ground and the beam that just fell lays across the floor, cracked and smoldering. Something foul is hissing and burning at the far end of it; at the near end, a coughing Mordred is crouched next to Felor, who may be unconscious. Domarc can hear Leth nearby but cannot see him or the priest.

Felor is dazed, but remains conscious.

Everyone who wants to leave the basement, make an Athletics check to climb up the rope.

Felor is the first up, grasping Zangua's hand at the top of the ledge. The blacksmith grabs him by the arm and hauls him up, leaving Felor to stagger away from the burning building and toward the crowd of onlookers. He lifts his head to the steel gray sky and tries to draw a breath as he silently offers thanks to Fjorgyn. Almost immediately, he doubles over coughing, but soon the fresh air will have him set to rights.

Domarc, Leth and Mordred are still down in the basement and can make Athletics checks to climb out.