Chapter One - The Adventure Begins

" By Pelor's light!"

Rand runs up the stairs in a panic stopping just behind the skulk trying to take advantage of Toes position.

Jaqir moves up only so far as to see the closest enemy to their group. With a smile, he begins uttering some magical words and a ball of ice slowly spins in his hand for an instant before flaring into a ball of flame. With a thrust of his hand, a tight beam of searing air and embers blasts towards the creature.

Casting ray of frost as a fire spell, using my Bloodline Arcana. Ranged touch attack.
AC: 13 | HP: 9/9
F: 2/R: 3/W: 2 | DR: 5/fire
1st 5/5 (DC16/17)

Alerted by the sound of rushing footsteps behind him, Fhenryl stops in his tracks and pivots into a half-crouch to face the incoming strike of another creature, barely deflecting the short, vicious-looking blade of the blue-skinned thug with a hasty strike of his hammer. The two weapons give out a loud 'clang' as they bounce off each-other.

With a roar of anger, and using the weight of his own weapon, he then extends its swing into a full spin, expecting to ram the tapered end of the hammer right into the Skulk's shoulder, but swears under his breath as the stone wedge only meets thin air, widely missing the mark with a great swooshing sound, as its target lithely side-steps the counter-attack and keeps hovering just out of reach, looking for an angle to get past Fhenryl's guard.

The two adversaries take a moment to take each-other's measure, their bodies tensing up for the oncoming showdown.

"Take them alive ! Remember we need answers !", the ranger shouts at his companions, before his eyes settle on the humanoid facing him, hardening in a cold, steely glare: "Not you, though, Rhur'kaash*. Backstabbers and cowards don't find mercy, where I'm from..." he growls menacingly. *Rhur'kaash: a small forest lizard, usually blue or purple in color. They are reknown to be very fond of stealing birds eggs and by extension their name is used to design someone of low morals, like a burglar or a thief.

Rand makes a quick nod to Fhenryle,

" Oh the nine HELLS!"

Rands let's the head of his mace drop and rest on the top of his hand while the pummel sticks out from the bottom of his fist.

" Say good night."

Rand taking his mace in hand does a backhanded swing with the pummel protruding out. With a backhanded swing, he aims to hit the back of the skulks head!

Jaqir growls as the blast shoots off course. Another muttered word and another ray of searing heat explodes forward from his hand towards the nearest target.

Casting ray of frost as a fire spell, using my Bloodline Arcana. Ranged touch attack.
AC: 13 | HP: 9/9
F: 2/R: 3/W: 2 | DR: 5/fire
1st 5/5 (DC16/17)

Elveron having taken a slice to the face and knowing they need these things alive, swings his flail in a low arc and tries to take out his oponents legs.

Taking advantage of the skulk's confusion, seeing the creature being assailed from all sides, Fhenryl swipes his hammer towards its face, just as it's squaring off against Rand's parrying blow.