Sedreth Fulminos enters the fray in the ruined cathedral of Demnios Trostha

"What have we here? Looks like someone else is interested in you, thief." Fulminos strode through the rubble with a fireball in his hand, eyes black with rage.

"Avaunt, scholar. The apprentice and what he took from you are now mine." Ascarn's voice issued from his armor, hollow and menacing.

"Help me overcome the blackguard and I'll give you back the tome." Adyma offered, crouched low like a predator, looking back and forth between them.

Fulminos was quiet for a moment. "Accorded." He said and hurled the fireball at Ascarn, it exploded around him, collapsing rubble, but the black knight threw off a heavy stone and charged, his wicked blade arcing through the air.

Fulminos drew a silver quarterstaff from his robes and parried, musical tones singing out from the impact.

Adyma attacked from behind, his slender dagger searching for seams in the armor, biting into the back of Ascarn's knee.

The black knight hissed, roared and back swung his hilt savagely, knocking Adyma a hard blow.