Ignore the Bell Guess Roll, I just realized both are C spells, and thus now that they're all flying, they would have had to let go of FF. Either way, had that NOT been the case, FF was cast before globe, and after darkness so in that case bell wouldn't have known. 

Bell kicks the rapier, but much like kicking a ball ,it doesn't always go exactly where you intend to kick it, and it instead flies about five feet farther to the left of her intended position, however, she would still be able to get near the drow to collect her blade without costing Fallan her SA it simply alters her position a little in the grand scheme. 
As she moves forward, she speaks the command to make even more missiles fire at one of the still levitating drow. And despite the admittedly high constitution of these drow, he too fails, and falls slowly to the ground, though for now, remaining 10 feet above it.

Fallan feels a moonlike healing enter her body, as Rose sends the axe flying at the drow, managing to nick his ear off.

Fallan, feeling slightly less dead, Summons a second weapon to her hand as she lashes out with the one she already has. 

 Root continues to snooze in the sky in the blackened arms of his lover. (50 feet)

The skydiving drow who had previously been much higher, as if in sudden realization that if he was going to do it.. now would be the best time before he got too close to the ground... as he unstoppers a cork, and pours the contents within Roots maw, before simply.. letting him go.... Eíchate tin efkairía na paradotheíte. Échete móno ton eaftó sas na katigorísete, Iblith!

If Rose looked up at the shout, she would see Root rapidly descending to the earth, with only twenty feet left to go. (next player turn)

The drow surrounded by the three allies feels one of the angels ire as it stares him down, attempting to 'purify' him. And the man turns into a glowing, purple light before his body turns to ashes, leaving only his apparel and such behind.

The two who were still floating growled in frustration, the one who was 'slowfalling' did as well, he looked behind him at some dark spot that couldn't quite be seen from the angle Rose was at, and it was clear he was considering something unpleasant, before snarling and raising his crossbow, aiming at Rose. The bolt nearly hits her but is off by inches.

The other two take aim at Bell, who 'seems' to be disarmed, and in hopes of taking out the '***** with the wand' and while one misses quite a bit, one hit, but failed to pierce the armor, directly where her neck was exposed only an inch higher before splintering.

For Rose:

 Sitrep: 2 drow dead, Root is falling, and a liquid had been poured down his throat before ('potion' was action, letting go was free action) one drow will be on the ground (the one who was on the boulder previously) while the two at the far end of the 'road' are still floating twenty feet. Fallan now has both blades.

Action: Magic Missile 8

Bell raises the wand and sends Magic Missile at the Drow who dropped Root, then tosses the wand towards Rose.  “Heads up!” Bell calls to the Cleric.  The Satyr waits until Fallan attacks, and then breaks away to move to near where Root will land, picking up her Rapier on the way.

Dex to catch? 1

Rose drops her hammer and turns to catch whatever it is coming her way a little too slowly as all she manages to do is fail spectacularly somehow. Rose curses and picks the wand up off the ground before commanding Selûnes Axe to strike at the grow near the ground. Rose would also move closer to said drow to try and catch him within the Radius of spiritual guardians. Assuming she can she then turns to fire magic missiles at one of the flying drow.

Action: magic missiles flying drow

Ba: attack the ground drow Attack: 9 Damage: 8

Movement. Close to grounded drow for 3d8 damage on the start of his turn.

1st lvl magic missile 9

Fallan, being no mathematician, considers for a moment the possibility of trying to catch the falling Dragonborn. But while math wasn't her strong suit, she understood the physics of a larger, heavier, scaled fighter crushing a smaller halfling. So instead, she steps back a pace or two and proceeds to hurl both glowing blades at the drow that dared to drop her friend like a bad sausage.

"Oh, no you don't!" She yells at the drow, knowing it probably doesn't understand. But, if only to motivate herself she continues with her rant before hurling both blades at Root's drow.. "If he's coming down, so are you, buster!"

 Bell sends another volley of black missiles soaring at the casually floating drow who had retrieved his crossbow he'd had to hook to his belt during his scuffle with Root, preparing himself to join the fight while he still had some advantage. Grunting in minor pain, like that of being punched at worst when the bolts finishes their tiny barrage. 

Meanwhile, Rose trips over air apparently as she stumbles and rolls on the ground before getting back up with a very bruised nose, blood trickling out of one nostril, wand in hand, and letting another small volley at the same man, hitting only slightly harder than before. And distracted as she was by the throbbing pain in her face, she misfires her axe as the drow doesn't even have to move for the axe to miss.

 Fallan channels all her Hobbit Fury, and throws her two blades with deadly precision, but suddenly thinking of food, loses mental focus and the daggers disappear before ever hitting their target! As all her bravado goes to waste.

Having reloaded and only slightly more damaged than before, he takes aim at the heavily armored Bell below, but fails to hit her.

One of the drow, now grounded again, like the one being abused near Rose and Bell and Fallan, moves farther away, figuring 'if i'm half-blinded anyway..' and takes a shot at Rose but not before having been targeted by the angelic being, causing him to fumble with his weapon as a glint of momentary fear fills his eyes. Unfortunately, being blinded, and already out of normal range, he can't be at much more of a disadvantage.

The two others were out of range of Rose's spell, and the one she's just hit with it had moved farther away but not near his allies.

The last two send bolts at Rose, hoping to end her tyranny... but the light will never cease, apparently. Though it is only now that you all notice the globe has been slowly moving upwards towards Root, and now seems to be slowly following him down... like the sun setting.

 Trying to position herself to be nearby Root when he lands. Somehow, Root lands with far less of an impact than one would expect, but his rolling fall had ended up landing more on his feet by accident than anything else, despite this, Root had already suffered enough damage that instead of waking, roots body lie still as death, but something else seemed worse with him, as a rainbow colored glow emanated from within his body, along with the smell of slight charring escaping from Root's throat.

Party is up. Root is 'dead' and has taken unknown damage from within. One drow is on the ground. The highest drow is 40 feet.  Two drow are floating a distance away.

Bell quickly takes a knee and casts cure wounds at a second level on Root.

Rose uses the wand to send another set of magic missiles hurling towards the most injured drow in the air while shouting to Fallan Take care of the one on the ground for me Fal! Won't be able to use the axe this time! With that Rose also speaks a word of healing to help Root get back on his feet.

Ba: 6 healing word.

Action, magic missles: 13

 Taking her eyes off the floating drow that had dropped Root, and seeing Root getting ministered to by Bell after his fall, the halfling still wants to try to toss a blade at the uppermost drow. However, after hearing tactical direction from Rose, she nods her head and turns to attack the grounded dark elf. Disappointed at the seeming ineffectiveness of her psychic blades, she draws her steel shortsword and runs at the target given by Rose. At the same time, she fills her free hand with another glowing blade, to see if the combination of physical and psychic weaponry would bring the drow low sooner. 

"You can try to run, you bastard, but, whether you understand me or not, you are going down, dammit!"

Free action - draw shortsword; Attack with shortsword; BA - Summon Psychic Blades.

Root is awake, and feels a charring sensation in his throat, he will take 1d4 resisted damage (so half, minimum of 1) Waiting on Root's post, but will bot later tonight if no post has happened by then.

Bell swiftly incants  a spell of healing swiftly as she see's the dragonborn fall. Feeling a rush of energy flow back into him, but in an agonizing manner as he feels the interior of this throat singing with something unnatural...  his eyes go wide, even as the second wave of healing flows through him from Rose, just before a volley of black bolts fly past his head towards one of the drow, further weakening him though these drow seem to be exceptionally tough. 

Fallan charges one of the drow on the boulder, having just barely enough movement to get there, and flails at the dark skinned devil ineffectively, if only due to the poison.

Root clutches his throat and his gut, but he can tell that whatever it is that feels like molten led inside him must somehow be fire based as he feels the familiar char of fire against flesh that his body would normally suffer no ill effects from.  Root dives for his spot in the camp, and uncorks the waterskin, pouring the entirety of its contents down his gullet.

After a moment, he no longer felt the surging, oily pain he had been feeling before.

 The drow who had been hit by the volley manages to stay afloat, leaving only one single drow still on the ground, and under attack by a rabid poodle of a hobbit. Speaking of, as Fallan valiantly misses her target, the drow attempts to knee her in the face (DAO) his foot colliding with the side of her lower-jaw.

Before he points the tip of his crossbow at her chest, and though the bolt strikes homew and causes pain, her bout with the venom seems to have helped her resist it even more now.

The other two see that, atleast for the moment, they are safe, but also see that Fallan is attacking their downed ally, and take aim. One bolt skittering off her armor, while the other manages to nick her neck. But once more she resists the venom with a bit more fury. 

The still slowfalling drow takes aim at Rose, feeling she was the greater threat of all with her blazing chior of moonlike fire. But his bolt, much like the others, his attack fails to land, thudding nearby in the seemingly endless conflict.

Party is up. Fallan is up. Root is no longer suffering ??? damage, 2 drow are still flying, one is slowfalling for 4 more turns, one is on the ground (boulder) with Fallan.

With Root looking okay, Bell charges over to fight with Fallan, stabbing her rapier towards the Drow.

Seeing that Root got up Rose felt he would be fine and that now her attention had to be turned towards her fellow halfling. Rose fires off another round of magic missiles at the same flying drow before putting the want in her pocket and running towards Fallan and Belle, hopefully just enough to catch the drow within her holy aura. If the drow is still up Rose commands Selûnes axe to strike at the same drow, otherwise she commands it to move closer to the flying drow.

action: 10

Ba: 1+Attack: 20 Damage: 9 or movement towards the untouched flying drow if ground drow is dead.

Movement to Belle.and Fallan with the goal of catching the drow in her auro for another 3d8 radiant.

(Action magic missle damage)

 Bell rushes forth, taking two solid stabs at the drow, the first hit catching him off guard allowing the second to his almost just as effectively. However despite this he's not bleeding as profusely as one would expect from such efficient strikes. 

Meanwhile, Rose lets off one final volley at one of the still-levitating drow before moving with her special boots  the drow would find himself within the searing gaze of the angels blaze, though his more immediate concern is being hit by Rose's special axe, as it bites into his flesh causing him to hiss as the phasic blade slits his flesh along his arm. 

Root, safely 'doused' from whatever oily blaze was within him, moves to help further single out and surround the drow, but wanting to save his more powerful skills for an emergency, lets out a punch and a kick with a whoop and a yell, like Xena. Managing two relatively staggering blows, as the drow finally seems to be wavering.

Fallan, lets out a howl at the moon like an enraged squirrel foaming at the mouth smelling blood and going in for the kill. Her psychic blade fails to penetrate, but her shortsword sinks into flesh through the armor. The drow seeming like he was on his last legs, he looked like considering running for it but thought better. His eyes washing over the single healing potion he possessed but realizing that with these odds he'd be wasting his effort only to suffer a little more before death. 

Finally coming to a decision, the drow growls as he drops his crossbow, clearly no longer caring if he killed you if it would save his own life... smacking Fallan in the face with the hilt as he draws it (DAO). But even as he does, he takes a defensive stance, ready to parry, dodge, or otherwise deflect any blows (Dodging). However even as he does, he feels the judgmental gaze fall upon him, and find him unworthy as he crumples to the ground, sword in hand.

The flying drow that had held root, still slowly falling (30 feet) takes aim at the group, doubting which one was the best tareget... the satyr whore kept waking people up, the damn glowing halfling, the rabid halfling, or the somehow-still-alive dragonborn. This wasn't supposed to happen.... he thought to himself with fury rising. He was about to draw his swords, when he remembered he had been forced to let one go to pick up the dragonborn... ARGH! he screamed both internally and out loud. He swallowed hard as he knew what he was about to do would ultimately mean that he had.. failed. He pulled out a horn, that let out what could only be described as a low,  frightening hiss. 

The sound echoed like a massive spider threatening something within its web. Shouting to Rose, the only one in the group that could understand him... I may go down, but I'm taking you with me you surface dwelling scum! Iblith! Shit incarnate! And an immense sense of dread spread through you all.

Meanwhile, the other two drow seem somewhat panicked, now that the defacto-leader had blown the horn, but they knew they couldn't retreat or they may suffer the same fate that he had brought on himself. Taking aim, they fire at Rose, hoping to end her holy blaze. Both shots hit the earth near her with an immense thud,m warning of just how strong a hit she would have otherwise taken.

Party is up. One more drow down. Ominous presence is felt. Two drow still floating. Everyone is 'alive'

Bell stows her Rapier and picks up the fallen Drow's hand crossbow, grabbing however many bolts she can hold under her arm (or the quiver if it's easily taken off the Drow [Using my Action]).  "Guys... I have no idea what that horn was.  Should we just book it outta here?  They still have the advantage while they're up in the air like that."  If the others agree to run, she will move her 30ft away with them.  If they want to stay and fight, she will have the hand crossbow ready for her next turn.

 Coughing up some much needed water “Damn, Drow!” Root looks back at the others “Well I’m not to fond of being in the sky again. So if that means running the let’s move.” 

Feeling the remnants of the damned drow "poison" still in her veins, and seeing the number of places she had been punctured before so many unexpected naps, Fallan responds to Root and Bell while looking to Rose for confirmation: "That horn likely calls for reinforcements. Don't think we want to be here when that happens. At least, *I* am not up to snuff to keep fighting right now." And then with a grin that let her companions know that she was still the Fallan at heart they all knew, she added: "At least not without a good meal to fortify me better! Let's high-tail it out of here."

Rose looks to Fallan and mutters a quick spell, summoning a shimmer of magical energy to surround her. Fallan, you should be safe as long as you don't attack with that spell up. Just run, all of you. Fallan and I are a little slower but we just need to worry about getting out of here quick! Rose will use the rest of her action to Dash towards whatever area of their surroundings seems to have the least amount of drow before turning to call for her friends to follow her.

Ba: cast sanctuary on Fallan.

Action: dash.

Fallan pauses for a moment as she acclimates to the feeling of Rose's provided magical aura, but then nods at Rose and dashes after her, doing her best to keep up with her fellow halfling. "Wow! You don't have to tell ME twice. Let's MOVE!"

Everyone decides to book it, with Bell falling just behind Root, while Rose takes a massive lead, perhaps forgetting about her unique boots bringing her to the front, while fallan pulls up.  the rear. The two floating drow, and the other remaining one take aim before you all get too far, hoping to clip one and slow you all down by proxy. Though as Fallan mentions a good meal, her stomach grumbles, her body fighting off the poison making her terribly hungry.

 Three bolts land just shy of their targets, before the three drow begin pursuit, two of them having to land on the ground first, as the other simpyl gives chase.

From the shadows of the tree's a dull thud is heard as a massive body, then another land on the ground. No one except for Rose can see what they are, as the night is too dark, while the party runs 'back the way they had came' as the drow whom survived were blocking the road to Silverymoon. 

A sickly sound is heard, and moments later a mass of web hits the ground near both Bell and Rose, as the spiders are just barely thirty feet away, having been lying in wait should the other drow fail. The webbing lands on the road, creating a sticky morass behind Rose (which blocks all of you) and another near Bell (Which blocks Fallan) from taking a 'direct' run through without some risk of being trapped, forcing them to risk it, or go around the five foot phlegmy spots. (which would be 15 ft of movement speed as 5 for first angle, 10 for next. Or 10 if you angle then straight)

Rose however, also notes that atop the spiders, is a single drow rider, and he seems significantly more dangerous by himself than the entire armed group they had just faced moments ago. Even looking at him would send a shiver down Rose's spine. He too held a hand crossbow, and was lining his sights up to hit Rose.

And in some comical turn of fate, perhaps selune hiding behind the clouds assisting, the bolt gets jammed in the firing mechanism, forcing the drow to abandon the weapon as it snaps the wire as well making the drow seem significantly less 'worthy' of his aura in a single moment. The spiders however, giving chase just within running distance.

Party is up. 2 spots of spider web are on the road now, forcing everyone except Rose to either make a DC 13 ATHL check to jump over it (wasting no movement speed if sucessful), or, if failed, a DC 13 DEX check to not get 'stuck'

You can also avoid both by going around at the cost of 10-15 movement speed, depending on angle-straight, or 'angle-angle' 

The three drow you already met are in distant pursuit, two large spiders are following closely, and a 'very DaNgErOuS drow who nat 1's his first attack ever is riding one. Only Rose is aware of this.

Dashing for everyone except Rose requires a DC 10 perception check. If failed, you stumble and lose 15 feet of movement (assumed that you simply get back up, so no additional movement lost) Unless of course Rose gives everyone darkvision, in which case these 2 sentences become moot.

As the others get closer Rose grants them the benefit of her unlimited darkvision to help the others while running through the dark forest. Seeing the Drow riding the spider Rose worries about the teams ability to outrun them. To the others she calls out Just keep running and watch out for more. My spell will slow them down, I'll catch up! 

Rose will stop to face the drow rider and summon a renewed version of Selûnes axe behind him, allowing it to take a swing at the rider. Rose herself will reluctantly get close enough to catch the spider and drow in her aura, hoping to both harm and slow them down. In an effort to draw Drow attention towards her Rose shouts in the Drow tounge Bastard Drow! Selûne will see you and your precious demon queen burned! 

Ba: spiritual weapon: Attack: 23 Damage: 10

Action: Eyes of Night, Your eyes are blessed, allowing you to see through the deepest gloom. You have darkvision with no maximum range; you can see in dim light as if it were bright light and in darkness as if it were dim light.

Charisma if needed, all my charisma skills have same modifier. 11

Movement, to catch drow rider at the edge of her aura. 3d8 radiant and their speed is halved.

Oh if bless is still a thing +2 to hit with spiritual weapon