Three bolts of enery travel along the ground in Tarowyn's direction. Tarowyn bolts from the stone thing, only to recieve a hard slug in the back as the elf turns his back.
Tarowyn is now at 7.
At the same time, Whitney backs up her mount 30ft, rearing away from another slug by the smaller stone man facing her. Her magic strands catch two of the stone men, one to her right, the other to her left.
Jericho's blade again tastes the wolf's blood, this time tearing directly through its ribcage, tense pink flesh showing through the wound. The D'orite quickly backs away as Bhartus rushes to his assistance ducking under another hard, stone blow. The dwarf places his hand on one of the nearly crushed arms of the D'orite. A divine glow suffuses the wounded appendage, mending it like new.
The wolf moves forward again to lash out at its tormenter, but Jericho leaps back quickly to avoid. As the wolf draws back from its attack, its legs buckle and it collapses on the ground. Its body begins to glow, suddenly flashes, and fades into nothing.
Three more small stone man arise around the space that Tarowyn previously occupied as its larger brethren gives chase to the elf, coming to withing 50ft. The unentangled of the three earth men that surrounded Whitney advances on the Lady and her mount, while another tears through her webbing, coming to within 5ft of the edge of the web (25ft from her)
Tarowyn, now on the North side of the obelisk and with the eagle's eyes on him, stops to fire off two arrows at the shaman in eagle's form. One arrow tears the edge of its wing, leading to a sudden screech. Fiery eyes peer hatefully at the elf.
Tarowyn, Whitney and Bhartus: you hear the faint marching of dozens upon dozens of feet heading in your direction from the north. They must be no more than 200 to 300 feet away.
Whitney is up. Norri is at -2. There are now six small earth elementals and one medium in addition to the shaman.
Map:
>>>>>>>>>>T
>>>>>E
>>>>>L/O
>>>>>>J
>>>>>>B
>e
e e
>>>>e>>>>e(both entangled)
>>>e
>>>>W