
Rockjaw Runefinger |

No word from Roryx yet, tho it tooks like dalrin went with him
Rockjaw tells those behind him still recovering their senses as a way of status report.
just doing a little bump ^^
Rockjaw has 90ft darkvision >8) he sees EVERYTHING o.O

Maeron Thurngood |

Maeron shakes his head as he recalls Dalrin's relatively lack of scouting abilities, from what he saw during training. "How's everyone feeling? We may need to act sooner than I anticipated." He gives his bow a final check, and prepares to charge down the stairway at any sign of commotion.

Narunith Silvertree |

Narunith feels terrible and has her problems keeping it together. Her eyes are slightly swollen and reddened by an allergic reacting and her nose is stuffed up on top of the terror itself. But she wouldn't be do much honour to the Order or her family if she didn't keep it together. "Whatever the men did is horrifying, which is why I can not stray. I carry the beauty of the forests in... Atchoo!... me."
She just couldn't imagine any elf would do anything like this, hence "the men", meaning "humans". She could tolerate abattoirs, but this went well beyond that. The thought of her homeland, the lands which she represented amongst men, soothed her greatly and she forced herself to remain aware of the possible arcane aspects of their task.
She positioned herself next to the door ready to go in after their front fighters.

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Darlin and roryx both see a shaped stone entrance-way, formed in a simple upside down U shape, through it you hear a mans prattling voice as he speaks extremely quickly too quickly and quietly to comprehend much other than "no no no", "that won't do", "More of that" and a few other meaningless phrases, suddenly a thrown object flys past the doorway across to the other side of the room.
you then hear a gentle, deep laugh come from another voice in the room.
settle down Marek, it will be ready when the time comes...

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Dalrin sees a man hovering over a cauldron, tossing things beyond grotesque in it, and another man, reclining in a cushoined chair peering at the entrance.
Marek, it seems our other guests are here. You ARE ready aren't you?
the ragged looking man turns towards the reclining man then looks towards the door. I don't see anyone? You talking about those too oafs over there that tried to interrupt us last night? Marek points towards two bodies chained up on the wall, slumped over. you recognize dart and Daniel.
The pristine looking man sighs.
no, not them, Their friends that they were talking about, they tripped my alarm spell AGGES ago. really, I have been able to use every single scroll I had. well, not REALLY but anyway, come in fellows, you ARE here to stop us right?
he then stands and a giant putrid construct forms into being next to him.
Lets dance shall we!?
Marek initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
wizards initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Maeron Thurngood |

At Dalrin's call, Maeron charges forth, hoping it is not to late and he did not make a mistake in suggesting for scouting recon first. "Come! We must not let them bear the brunt of what they face alone!"
Initiative: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Rockjaw Runefinger |

Thas tha signal folks. Steel your stomaches an on ya feet. Lets GO BY TUNDAR!!
With that Rockjaw steels his own stomach then breaks off into a full run, feet stomping, straight down the hallway, straight though the archway and after that, well hes not yet sure where hes going after that :)
THOMP! THOMP! THOMP!
Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 7

Narunith Silvertree |

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Narunith's heart starts racing as battle is imminent. Nevertheless she lifts her sword and gets ready to cast a spell, the lives of her comrades may depend on her now and she must stand her ground.
"Remember Therie's gifts." she calls out, sounding a bit distant. It may be better to let Therie use her alchemy before everyone charges.

Roryx |

Apologies for the delayed posting people - work picked up a notch (or two) during last week, the we had the company's Christmas party, etc. Dalrin, my plan was only to scout and double back with the intel. But I guess this will have to do ;)
rorek, if I understand correctly we are only peering through the door, and not through it yet, correct?
Initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Roryx, holding his bardiche in a single hand, activates the wrist sheath, immediately retrieving the magical wand into his hand, and promptly activating it - "We should wait for the others Dalrin" - he urges, stepping back, ready to strike at whatever comes through the door.
Swift Action: Retrieving the wand of Shield from the Wrist Sheath
Move Action: 5' step back (hoping for an AoO with reach weapon)
Standard Action: Zapping the wand of Shield
Free Action: Dropping the Wand of Shield in a corner of the corridor

Mikhail, the knight |

Mikhail quickly drew his rapier when shouts were heard down the hallway. He followed the others.
Initiative: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 7 - 2 = 7 How many minutes are left for the sickened amongst us? Might become relevant. If none you can disregard the -2 in my Initiative roll

Maeron Thurngood |

Maeron rushes to where he can scan the situation, and draws his bow. "Surrender, and return with us to the Order and explain what you are doing here!"
Readies action to shoot...the pristine looking man, who is clearly in charge of the ragged man - the moment the construct moves or either man threatens with weapon/gestures. If that's too complicated, I'll simplify by specifying Maeron shoots at the pristine man if anything moves before the pristine man says something to the effect of "We surrender."

Rockjaw Runefinger |

Rockjaw sounds confused for a moment, Surrender? We ain't surrendering! No, charge by TUNDAR!
With his angry cry Rockjaw lowers his head and barrels full pelt into the golem, burrying his head in the putred mess...
after my run into the room, I charge the golem. This could get messy :D
Oh ya, sickened...
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! SPELCH!!
To hit: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
modifiers: +2/+2 rage, -1/+2 power attack, +2/+0 charge, -2/-2 sickened.
AC: -2 charge, -2 rage.

Feuerrabe |
I've checked again and noticed that the actions were already described, so I guess I'll just take my turn.
Narunith slips behind her comrades through the door and positions herself next to it, but avoids blocking the passage. She casts a spell on Marek - the wizard seems more dangerous, but unfortunately he is probably also the one with the more powerful will and she wants to lower the threat to her companions fast. She produces a fruit tart and a feather from her component pouch and speaks the formula "Thy laughter be thy downfall!"
Move Action: Move as described
Standard Action: Hideous Laughter, DC 17, CL 3 => Range 30 ft., Duration 3 rds

Rockjaw Runefinger |

Rockjaw wutters something about the stench from his position of having his head burried it the creature...
how are we?