Dawn
"I still have the key for the library, this will be the best way to get passed that barrier... The effect of this won't start immediately.."

*He spoke, as he wanted to get through here his own way he knows. Clearly filled with regret, the party might sense it. Unlocking as he entered in the library, walking through the narrow corridor to steps. The dark gas filled the room seen, before now a devote and an invader rose. Strangely only hostile to the party, the orc rushing up while the devotee started to shoot ice shards at the group. Erandur unsheathing a Glass mace from somewhere hidden and started returning fire bolts at the devotee*

"Hurry! One of you get the Orc!"
Susan
"If you say so," She muttered under her breath before following Erandur through the door. The dark gas felt like what she had sensed, only multiplied tenfold. Black, tarry. Like it was simultaneously hard to breath but wanted to leach into every bit of your being.

Once the fight started, Mirihil reached for her sword and unsheathed it before disappearing in a flash of black and red. She reappeared straight in front of the charging Orc, slicing him from groin to chin with an upwards vertical strike of her blade. She let her sword arm fall but kept the other raised in the air, tightening it into a fist before dragging downwards onto the mage. A bolt of lightning leapt down from the air above, striking the devotee.
Brady
"You two are making me feel woefully unprepared." He says in a sarcastic tone, throwing a dart at the mage, aiming for one of the spellcaster's hands, "Casting spells left and right while I watch and throw darts." He moves quickly in a serpentine pattern, his blade lingering behind and buckler leading the charge. As he closes the distance toward the mage he lunges, then attacks with a flurry of stabs, each stab absorbing stamina from the mage, fueling his attacks