((14+3 = 17 Init. Will post rest after order comes up. I'm after Krylo it seems, so I'll perform another full attack, swift actioning wraithstrike once more.))
((15+11+1 (Power attack 5, Two handed) = 27, sword hits. 7+5+1 (Power attack 5) = 13, bite hits.))
((Sword: 8+2(Elec)+8+10(PA)+5(AS)+1(Bard)= 34 damage.))
((Bite: 5+7+1(Bard)+8(AS) -15 = 8 (Magic)))

Katrina continued to attack the golem's rear with her sword, sustaining her ether weapon, as she widened the hole she had created in the monstrosity moments before, plunging her katana inside, shifting the empowered weapon around inside the golem's internal workings, which cracked and fizzed as they melted under the sword's power, while she tore at it's exterior armor plates to some effect with her fangs.

OOC:4+4=8 same as Pheonix.

OOC: 7+4=11 same

(OOC: Grumble gripe bitch. I waste a natural twenty on a damned intiative roll. 20+5=25 And... well, no one has dex as high as I do, I guess that makes me first. So... I'm not going to bother waiting for everyone else to roll.

...Never mind that wasting a natural twenty.

My attack rolls were, 1, 20, 20, 20. Due to the fact I'd probably think I was lying had I not gotten it, an image is attached.

Damage: rolls 1, 2, 3 for the standard 1d4 damage and 5, and 6 for the 1d6.

first attack, 1+5+6+1 (Rince's song)=13.. I think. Unless frost circumvents DR. In which case I'll rewrite post.

Second 2+6+1=9

Third 3+5+6+1=15

Edit: DB informs me that magical weapons > adamantium for bypassing DR, so the damage goes through.

Total damage 37)

Derek watched and waited for an opening, and, as Feloss vanished and the golem's arms closed, he saw it. His movement was like lightning as both of his daggers lashed out quickly, striking in a blur of motion.

The first dagger hit at an odd angle and ricocheted off the golem harmlessly, but he quickly redirected the path of the dagger to bring it back around, piercing the iron 'flesh' of the golem with ease, while, simultaneously, his other hand came up and delivered another stab which punched through the iron. Around the second blade's pierce the iron froze and then shattered, releasing the blade, and allowing Derek to jab the dagger into the golem's chest making another, similiar, hole.

OOC: 16+2=18 = Initiative, right before Katrina's actions.

Lesser Acid Orb = Standard Action
Move 10 feet towards the golem, now 50 feet away. Move action.
Iron Golem Touch AC = 8

7+2+17= 26 = hit

6+8+8+3+2=27 = damage.

Iron Golem = pwn't

IC: Feloss coughed, stumbling forward approximately ten feet, just within range. His broken ribs sent a pulse of agony throughout his torso, and he fixed the Golem with a glare that promised death. More ominous than his gaze, however, was the glowing green light that appeared between his gesticulating fingertips, and the words...dripping with rage...that he chanted.

The light seemed to coalesce into a sickly green orb of liquid approximately two inches in diameter, hovering over Feloss' palm...then firing forth with an ominous hiss. It spiralled toward its target, the center of the Golem's chest, and struck with a sizzling sound. The missile of acid corroded away at the golem's metal front, flakes of metal turning brown and peeling away from the edges of the hole that dug deeper and deeper into the golem's anterior portion, growing wider and wider, stopping as the last of the acid vanished, just when the back of the excavation met the wounds Katrina had put in its back.

The half-demoness, digging deeper as well, seemed to strike the final blow...the golem shuddering as its knees buckled, a huge, jagged, extremely uneven gash/hole penetrating all the way through. Like an empty suit of armor, it crashed to the ground with an earsplitting clamor, the light in its eyes flickering before slowly fading away...extinguished forever.

"You would have been better off as a privy." Feloss smiled as he spat in the direction of the scrapheap, straightening his posture, no longer hunched over in pain...the death of his foe like a soothing balm. He knew the effect was only mental, but it felt good. "Can anyone spare a healing spell?"

Initiative: 18 - 6 = 12

Actions: Charge Golem and attack with spiked gauntlet.

Attack: 9 (Roll) + 10 (BAB) + 7 (Str) + 3 (Luck) + 1 (Morale) - 1 (Size) + 4 (Smite) + 2 (charging) + 2 (flanking) - 3 (Power Attack) = 34

Damage: 5 (Weapon) + 7 (Str) + 3 (Luck) + 1 (Morale) + 10 Smite + 3 (Power Attack) = 29 Damage

Ayaeril plows into the heavily damaged golem, the cleric not even bothering to draw his sword. Instead he smites its head with a claw-like gauntlet, a corona of dark power like lightning-shot storm clouds crackling around it. A sound like a crack of thunder peals out when his armoured fist connects, the golem literally folding around it then slumping lifelessly as its red eyes dim.

Ayaeril turns around to regard the others while he wills the divine stature bestowed upon him to dissipate, reverting to his normal size. The elf is dressed for battle - carrying a shield and clad in baroque full plate mail that has the dusky hue of adamantine. Over that he wears a cloak of a deep purple hue. What appears to be a holy symbol - some sort of lightning bolt insignia - dangles from a chain on his free hand. There's something lurking in the depths of his violet eyes that is slightly disquieting.

Hearing Feloss' request he turns and replies, "If we are to be allies in this enterprise, then certainly." He grips his holy symbol and speaks a swift prayer of healing before touching it to Feloss. The wizard's injuries visibly recover - the bruising now looking as if it had happened a great many days ago and the pain in his chest reduced. It is not entirely a pleasant sensation - Ayaeril's magic has something of a jolt to to it.

OOC: Expended a Cure Moderate wounds to heal 20 hp.

OOC: I apologize for neglecting this for so long.

BIC: The shadowed man chuckled, an unearthly, sepulchral sound.

"As I expected. One basic model was not enough to stop you. That is good... very good... Nobody has survived it before. I find it an efficient way to rid myself of pretenders. In any event, here is the healing, as I promised."

He gestured to the trapdoor whicht he iron golem had been deposited through. It opened up, and a carton of light healing potions was lifted up into the room via a dumbwaiter of sorts.

"There is a town called Branwen not ten miles from here. There is nothing of note in that worthless place, except that the disused mines nearby house a series of catacombs which have religious significance to the Daltonites. An archbishop will be dispatched there once every year to perform the necessary rites needed to honor the dead."

The shadow seemed to shift slightly, and his next words were like a knife.

"See that he does not survive his trip. Destroy the catacombs if possible, and if you can massacre the town nearby, so much the better. This attack is what I need to ensure that certain... elements are removed from the picture. It will also make your lives easier in subsequent missions."

OOC: sry its been so long since my last post, school sorta caught up with me...

IC:

Kria sheathed her blade, a little annoyed that she had not gotten to use it. Arms folded, she surveyed the shadow man with a new air of respect, and listened to his instructions with a small smile playing about her lips. "Mines?" Kriah asked. Even the thought of abandoned mines left a bad taste in her mouth, filthy humans stripping the rock of what rightfully belonged to it. The smile turned into a grin. "It would be my pleasure."

As the golem fell forward, Katrina stepped atop what remained of the monstosity, taking her sword in both hands, and ripped it clean from it's buried position in the golem's back, scattering little bits of sparking iron every which way as she did so. She twirled the sword once, and then slipped the weapon back into it's sheathe.

Unlike Kria, she was not as happy with the recent turn of events.

"Despite the fact that our employer just tried to kill us..." She muttered, "It's an acceptable mission."

Derek walked over to the crate and pulled out ten healing potions, which he stored away in his back pack, figuring his compatriarts could help themselves to the rest. He didn't particularily need any, and given the next mission, he doubted he would need any. However, they were his reward, apparently, and so he took what he cared to, before bothering to address the man, after Katrina, "I will handle the assassination... but what can you tell me of the arch bishop, so that I may be properly prepared?"