As Sepoto puts his ear to the door he is able to make out the sound of voices. He is unable to determine how many voices there are, or what language is being spoken.
"From within, Sepoto hears the sound of voices, Friend-Kaelan..."
Sepoto proceeds to look the door over, frame, lintel and handle, his simian brow wrinkling comically in melodramatic concentration.
[SBLOCK] Sepoto will search the door for traps or alarms of any kind: Search Check = 18
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"...and there do not seem to be any traps that Sepoto can see."
Catherine manages a slight curtsy despite her heavy armor. "Oh, thank you kind sir." Catherine takes a deep breath, and smashes into the door, and begins yelling in halfling. "Surrender now, or die where you stand!"
As Catherine kicks it, the door swings inward and there is the sound of chairs clattering to the floor.
Four bandits are in the room, and they appear to have been sitting around a beat up table. Racks of armor and weapons are stacked against the back wall of the small room.
In halfling, an elf towards the front of the room shouts back. "Never! You will fall before us, and your heads shall be our trophies!"
Catherine moves in towards the elf, swinging her halberd in a wide arc. "Have at you coward!"
[sblock=Combat Notes] Initiative 14 Attack Roll 13 (+1) Damage 8+1
Catherine moves to I6 and attacks the elf, or to the closest enemy. She will issue a fighting challenge to the elf (or if he has moved too far away, then the closest target)
I forgot to add the +1 for her fighting challenge ability, but I'm guessing it doesn't matter too much.
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Dismayed to see that his friends have charged into the area, Trebuchet announces something about fire evocations and targets being locked and tracking, and lobs a ball of fire into the room. The flaming sphere rolls effortlessly around his allies, making a beeline for the gnome!
Sepoto believes he hears something close to dismay from Trebuchet as his companions charge into the chamber. Watching the hulking warforged casually toss the bright circle of fire into the chamber he decides that it isn't a half-bad idea to follow suit. With an easy lob, he hurls the flask of alchemist's fire over Catherine's head toward the half-orc on the far side of the table.
"Friend-Catherine, mind your head!"