So rounded down, that 1 damage is 0 this round.

The damage was already halved, I rolled a d4 instead of a d8 for the fire damage

After that, Beshlog will go ahead and cast false life for a bit of an extra HP buff to hopefully get him to the end of the hall. He now has 5 temp hp for the next time this happens.

Okay, Beshlog keeps walking down the corridor. Rolling that CON save for him: that's a 17 so he takes half damage (this is not already halved): 7 Fire damage.

As does the group. All you succeeded on your CON saves so you take no damage. For now. Does anyone do anything or do you just want to keep walking?

Flax, now taking up the rear, keeps walking backwards. If people start burning he'll probably know about it before he himself bursts into flames.

Artan plans on walking until he bumps into Beshlog. While still keeping an eye on Salastor

You all keep walking. Beshlog succeeds with a 26, so he takes 6 (this is already halved).

As for the rest of the group, everyone but Flax succeeds. Those who succeeded take half of this, but Flax takes the full amount: 5

Beshlog keeps walking, the heat barely affecting him anymore. he strides on, until he feels his back press against something. Something hot and made of wood. A door. A door that is currently on fire.

Beshlog is going to try to break down said door by throwing his shoulder into it as quickly as he can... he's really not in the mood to hang out in this place a moment longer.

Athletics: 22

Beshlog throws his shoulder into the door and it bursts open, swinging on its hinges. He dashes forward, coughing in the smoke, and stumbles into a very strange room. A classroom. Desks are set up, and a chalkboard is at the front. Standing at the chalkboard is a cloaked figure, about the size and shape of a human male with bad posture. A aged and wizened voice floats out from under his hood as lectures the various students in the class, who all seem to be some combination of mages and warriors.

As Beshlog bursts in, the class turns at one to stare at him, and the teacher clears his throat in a vaguely familiar voice "Yes? What is it?" completely calm despiute the fact a burning goliath just busted down the door and ran into the room, a massive axe strapped to his back.

The rest of the group keeps moving. And they hear the crash of the door. They're getting close. Rolling their saves: Flax, Artan, and Ember succeed, taking half damage. Kordia takes the full damage: which is 8 Fire.

Kordia finally steps into the room... patting at her smouldering leathers as she curses six ways to Sunday.  "Who the frak burns down their hallway in their own home?"   

She keeps watching until Flax finally makes it through the doorway; noting how the big, furry cat made it with nary a singe mark.   "Bloody luck cat."

"Guys... what the Nine Hells was that all about...?"  Kordia stammers to a halt mid sentence upon taking in the classroom and it's occupants.

"What in the 9 Hells indeed" the teacher says "Now, why have you interrupted our session?"

Assuming we all made it including Salastor, Artan will ignore the teacher and instead ask Salastor "Is this your master or is this a wild goose chase to keep us busy while your master unleashes more creatures like your father on this town and beyond?" 

Kordia crossed an arm across her chest and bows briefly, "Forgive the intrusion.  This is the first instance we have had to speak to anyone that was not trying to kill us or burn us alive. "

She still takes the time to survey the room and note the actions of those 'in class'   Passive Perception: 14

"We were tasked by the council of the reclaimed city of Froshdin to travel to Rorc to meet with Veurlis Theodimir Crofdin, the mage and Bladesinger.  Upon arriving in Rorc, we were waylaid by the citizens as they seem to have been mind controlled or possessed or other wise twisted -- set upon and deposited into the tower's subbasement dungeon.  After being chased by undead and set upon by monstrosities who determined us to be 'likely snacks', we have been funneled into more and more convoluted magic and mindgames -- led by THIS person" pointedly points at Salastor - "an entirely UNhelpful  helper and guide through this place."

Finally coming up for air, Kordia waves an expansive hand about the room, " Again, I beg your indulgence for such an abrupt intrusion and hope you may help us finally meet up with Crofdin."

"Crofdin? I am he" the teacher replies after patiently waiting for Kordia to finish her monologue "Salastor, my pupil, have you not been guiding them? You know how dangerous this place is to...outsiders" his voice catches on the word, and he clears his throat. He then turns to his students "Well, it seems that I have important business to attend. Class dismissed!" 

The students rush out one of the door that leads off deeper into the complex, eager to get away. Veurlis begins to clean his desk away, motioning for you to sit. Salastor tries to join the crowd, and sneak off, but quick as lightning, Veurlis is there, and grabs him by the should roughly. "Come now, Salastor. We have many things to discuss." Veurlis snaps his fingers, and suddenly is teleported into a chair, very uncomfortable.

Veurlis returns to his desk and sits at it, his face cloaked in shadow by his hood. After a moment of silence he begins "Sent by the crown are you?" but before anyone can reply, his head turns towards Beshlog, and he gasps, then calms himself "You, goliath. What is your name?"

"Not only has Salastor not been guiding us, he also helped us escape from his murderous father in one place, only to bring us to his father in the tower who tried to kill us there instead. And in fact, one of our own sacrificed herself in order to stop him. So you are down one mind controlling minion. I hope you weren't planning on using him for evil, seeing the other creatures in your tower. Some more we had to also kill in self preservation. Honestly it isn't looking good for you at the moment with how much has tried killing us that supposedly works for you."

"To be fair, Salastor could have been motivated by the death of his father, if a reason is needed."

Kordia tries to get an inkling about this person (still uncertain it IS Crofdin)      Insight:  2

And, of course, she senses nothing out of the ordinary to arouse suspicion or concern.

Ember waits for the wizard to reply.

"My men? killing? Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! I must fix this immediately." the old man jumps up from his teacher's desk and walks to a stone on a little shelf near his desk. He pulls the stone down and begins whispering into it. A sending stone, from the looks of it.