Coming out of her rage, Torgga kicks the ground, complaining "Aw! I didn' even get to smack 'em! Oh well, Should we at least unstick the dock 'fore we be leavin'?"
Is that even possible?

Torgga moves around the dock to get into a better position.

The enraged dwarf takes a swing at the monk as she walks past.
AoO Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 1 = 16
AoO Damage: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (1, 3) + 6 = 10
Torgga then follows the monk as she walks past, attempting to embed her large dwarven waraxe into the back of the monk's skull.
Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 1 + 2 = 11
Damage: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (4, 3) + 6 = 13

Sorry for my absence. Work has just been a nightmare this week.
Torgga falls into a primal rage as she sees the monks descend in through the skylights. She turns around and takes a short step before attempting to destroy the (blue) one.
Attack (raging): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 1 = 11
Damage: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (4, 2) + 6 = 12

Torgga moves into position and readies her axe for anything that comes into range.

"Nah, let's be blockin' all the doors wit' the crates like ye was sayin'. An' as fer the plant, stick it up on the roof in between them sky lights. ANythin'g tyrin' to get in should be settin' it off. An' raise (or lower) that platform so its not to be accessible on the ground level."
Back and ready to roll!

Just an FYI but I'm heading out of town today and won't be back until Tuesday. I'll Leave GM Devildoc in charge of botting Torgga while I'm gone. See you guys in a few days!

While Lin keeps the guard distracted, Torgga quietly uses one of the ropes that the ship is tied to the dock with to pull herself onto the ship, all the while grumbling about not getting to kill anybody.
Stealth: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 - 2 = 16

"An' where ye be wantin' me in all this?" asks a slightly disappointed Torgga. She looks almost longingly over her shoulder at the guard be fore continuing "Are ye sure ye don't just want me to kill 'im?"
Seriously, where do you want me for this plan?

"I'll be takin' a hit, if ye don't mind." chimes in the dwarf as the healing wand is passed around.
cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
One tap will do me just fine, thank you.

Not really able to contribute much in these matters, Torgga hauls herself back out of the gutter and proceeds to patch herself up as best she can.

"Ah, I was hopin' it'd be comin' to this!" cheers Torgga as she rushes down the alley to attack the man.
Moving 30 ft. and swinging.
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Swing and a miss...

Fort. Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Upon spotting the beetle, Torgga draws her oversized dwarven waraxe and charges with gleeful abandon.
Attack (charging): 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 2 = 17
Damage: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (6, 5) + 4 = 15

The quiet, armored dwarf with the almost comically oversized dwarven waraxe breaks her silence as she walks up to one of the workers and h=okes him in the back. "Oy, I'm seein' that the lights be on, but anybody actually be home in there?"

Sorry for being last to the party. I'll have her full stats up when I get home from work.