Round 4

As the violet glow from the gate flared suddenly, a crackling surge of cold magic shot outward in a jagged burst, sending each skeleton shuddering into 2d6 bludgeoning damage and toppling to the stone floor with a deafening crash. The runes pulsed brighter still, then hissed as a hidden pressure plate released a shockwave of violet energy that knocked every party member back five feet from the gate, sending Merrin scrambling to her feet. Halie moved up beside Varrika, her heavy mace held ready in both hands, silver holy symbol clasped between her fingers, while Jeane raised one hand, tracing ancient sigils in the air with glowing red traceries that pushed back the sickly glow.