(reposting of initiative)
Liliana 25
Shadowy figures 19
Sher Farhid 18
Delmar 15
Thane 10
Phelen6
Belok 5
Liliana dashes over to the side and flips over the table. She splays her fingers into the familiar position of a spell caster's gesture, but crossed with the fluid grace of a martial artist. She calls out to the party to ready themselves.
For the most part the two figures in the parlor beyond don't seem to be listening to your pleas for sanity or negotiation.
The first of the shadowy figures bursts through the swinging saloon door, knocking it aside with his glaive, and remaining warily outside of Belok's reach. The second figure moves alongside him so that they stand shoulder to shoulder, silohouetted in the glow of the sunrod.
They are 6' tall, muscular, green repitilian skin- and identical except that one has a massive scar running alongside his eye. Each one is wearing a black desert wind cloak and sand-colored turban. They each wear snaky, disgusting looking beards which seem to be twisted with oily barbs and thorns. Long tails hang down behind them. Their glaives are wicked looking saw-toothed affairs.
"The deal has been sssealed, hirelings.. now we will kill you for ssport."
The first one (Y) swings it's glaive at Belok's glaive, and there is a furious clang. The two glaive's clash together and a triangular chip breaks off of the blade of Belok's weapon. But the weapon holds. The creature seems impressed for a second.
This was actually an attack to Sunder Beloks Glaive, which provokes an attack of opportunity (AC 19). Unfortunately, Belok misses. Opposed rolls- Belok makes a 16, the bearded figure makes a 20. Note: I am treating Belok's MW Glaive as a +1 weapon for determing how durable it is rather than as a standard weapon! Ok, so damage of 12 is done to Belok's Glaive which has hardness: 7 HP: 20. It now has hp: 15.
The second bearded figure flings the saloon door aside so violently that it breaks off of one hinge and hangs loosely. He takes up a defensive position alongside the other, grinning insanely.
"our time is short on this plane.. we thought there would be no chance to sslay mortals.. "
The mannequin runs, trips and crashes uselessly against the far south wall. We can forget about him for the rst of the battle.
Sher moves back and yells "Stand ready people!". Sher calls for
resilience as he steps back from the approaching menace.
+1 bonus on all saves is in effect
Sher yells "we have no quarrel, we are strangers seking the Wizard Shabu just as you too seem to be!"
"Shabu is our contract and it is the brothers of Astrak alone who will deliver his corpse to the massster.." retorts one of the bearded figures.
Delmar moves up into the defensive position across from Belok with his longspear. "Ye who cower in the shadows, surely you understand the need to illuminate this situation! Why do you resist us, we have no quarrel with you."
(chilling, hellish laughter from both of the bearded figures.)
(sorry, that 'm' WAS the mannequin. I am going to not have you attack because you would have suffered an Attack of opportunity. but if you wish to revise, let me know. Also the table being flipped pushes you just one square to in front of it. However, I think thats a pretty good defesive position for a guy with a reach weapon. I'll count you as full defense this round if you like ).
Thane grits his teeth. "What have you done with Shabu?" He readies his buckler and moves up, but steps into an area within reach of the first bearded figure. It swings it's glaive at Thane but
Thane defelects it with his buckler, and steps inside the reach of the hafted weapon.
Phelen wastes no time. Stretching forth with his mind Phelen savagely rips away the layers of the beasts will. "Pay for your crimes, monster." But he finds he has to reach farther, and harder than he thought- and the creature on the far side of this room is unexpectedly alien and unworldly.
The monster shrugs it off.
Ok, this creature has spell resistance, and that means I'm playing it off like psi=magic. Your caster checks are +5 (for being a 5th level wilder). The SR is 17. It's not an impossible check (you have to roll a 12)... but in this case you failed it.
"Fool." growls the bearded figure.
"The brothers of Astrak are no weak-minded mortals." (And Phelen hears a hollow echo in the back of his mind- a telepathic sending from one of the creatures
"we shall keep you alive for questioning, little wretch."
In this instant of opening, Belok recovers his glaive from it's assault, and tries to slam it against the one snarling at Phelen. It slams against the enemy creature with alarming speed-
a seemingly perfectly aimed hit, that
bites deep into the bearded creature's shoulder.
unfortunately it wasn't a critical 
)
