((OOC krieg the blood is not yours it is from whatever was in the other room))

You all stnad there looking at to blood, no one appears to be hurt. suddenly fear grips your stomachs and a piercing shriek enters the air.
Vael: you feel that powerful magic again but this time its weakend, dammaged, you feel it grow, before you can aleart the rest of the group the stones and rocks in the doorway slowly melt away and drain off in an unknown corner, the power drains away with it, in walks a human, tall, pale skin, black hair, fiery eyes, his body is bruised and battered, he speaks.
"Foolish mortals, you have ruined me and for that you will die"

((OOC: you each have one action to do something, i'll wait till everyone has posted))
I have fought with the shadows at the edge of your vision.I have seen the faces that laugh at you in your nightmares.And you accuse me of being a madman. What right have you to judge what is sane and what is not?