The guild members look to argue, but quickly do what their told after they realize how dangerous the next few moments are about to become and that it would be better if they were temporarily away. It is good to see them cooperate for once.
Daylily gives a mighty roar and slams the door handle with a mighty swing. But he nearly hurts himself as his weapon bounces back. Relic tries the same, kicking into the door, but it doesn't budge.
With a wry grin, Quioan takes Daylily's weapon and destroys the handle and connecting lock. The door swings open to show a large pile of books and tools burning in the center of the parlor room. The room takes up most of the downstairs, and is 25 feet square.
The wizardly Lord Feador is near the flames with a wet cloth around his nose. He looks haggard, as if he has not slept or eaten properly in the last few days. Still he lowers the cloth and grimly smiles at you. "At last you are hear, but much too late to save Frickard's work! I looked at the chaos his invention would bring! The people would turn against their nobles, believing themselves our equals. Estates would run red with blood. Castles torn down. The people would delude themselves into raising the most violent of men as their leaders, and in chaos they would not find peace but instead turn to slaughter one another in numbers never dreamed of. The people need guidance, not delusions. I am ready to die today, but some will understand and see me as a hero. Come, let us finish what you have come here to do! Let me show you how a hero dies!"
The crazed villian begins to weave a spell.
OOC: Roll for initiative and any necessary combat rolls. You are all crowded at the entrance to the house, and Lord Feador is 15 feet away.
