Serifey supported Gunnar as Ezal said to.

Vrailin taps Gunnar on the back trying to help him breathe. `Medicine: 8 

Vrailin manages to locate some sort of obstruction in his airway, but try as he might, he could not do anything about it.

Ezal stumbles around blindly as he looks for the source of the spell.

"Come on..." Ezal muttered, walking around in the dark. Suddenly, he stopped. "Hey! Voice in the dark! I have a question for you. What's your name?" Ezal strained his ears, waiting for a response, trying to locate the source of the voice.

Perception: 6

The northern elf warns Serifey, "he had something on his throath but I cannot reach it..."

Ezal manages to hear a sudden wall of sound, like a haze. All of a sudden Gunnar stops choking and with a gasp falls on the floor. Ezal, gimme a Wisdom save.

Wisdom save: 19

"Who else thinks this was a terrible idea?"

“I do”

Ezal suddenly feels his ribs crack as well as the rest of his body as if being crushed by a massive weight. Gunnar appears normal now but Ezal is clearly straining to survive.

Ezal takes 1 necrotic damage as his bones crack and splinter.

"I one hundred percent agree," Ezal muttered, letting out a slight grunt as he toppled to the floor. Frustrated, he yelled out again, "Come on! A little spell like this is nothing!" He glanced around, attempting to see through the darkness with his darkvision.

Perception: 19

Ezal notices a small carved stone idol in the darkness.

1 necrotic damage to ezal as his bones further crack and splinter

A smile spread across Ezal's face. Even through the pain, he knew that all he had to do was see a target to attack it. "Are you really a statue? Come on, I really thought we had hit rock-bottom, but seriously, being taken down by a literal rock doesn't seem to be the way to go for me. I mean, this really gives a new meaning to putting the hurt in the dirt. Though I must say, whoever carved you must have been a yeti, because there was a distinct lack of coordination and skill used in your creation. Not to mention, I'm not even sure if you're doing too much beyond pinning me to the floor, here," Ezal let loose a string of words, laced with Vicious Mockery.

Save DC: 13

Damage on fail: 4

Vrailin, listening to Ezal and realizing that they are fighting more than a magic trap enters the room muttering something in elvish with her nothern accent.

[ WIS save: 5 ]

If she saves and can will cast a Ray of Frost towards the idol: [ Attack in case she can: 6 / damage: 5 ]

A loud shriek of terror erupts from the idol as curses cause it to explode in a shower of sparks.

It must have been a trap to keep off intruders.

"Is everything fine now? No one is dead?"

"Well," Ezal said as he stood up and dusted himself off. "I'm certainly not. Though I do have a bit of a pain in my chest from whatever that was pressing me to the floor."

"Fortunately we have managed to break the trap. " says Vrailin "Is there anything valuable here?" she ask looking for som food or another passage. 

Serifey sighs. "Let's keep going"

"Right you are freinds" Gunnar says in a almost yell while walking forward.