Any that cared to watch were in for an interesting sight few lived to see. Haynuus moved swiftly to face off against the yellow terror, but as he did so his visage transformed, revealing completely what Westian had only seen hinted before.
The fake Haynuus's head tilted back and he seemed to let loose a resonant screech that quivered the chest of all who heard it. 'Haynuus' blinked obscenely, as if his eye socket decided to swallow his eyeballs. When the sockets fully opened again, there was a too deep hollow there - surely a viewer should see through the creature's skull to what was behind it?
'Haynuus' opened his mouth too wide, and another set of teeth emerged from the sides to form a squared shape. The mouth rounded, the teeth needled, and an odd 'GRAAAAAH' sound bellowed from its mouth, repeated once more in a quick succession with an odd glottal stop to it. Only retroactively could one see why the soliders might call these things grak-graks.
The three remaining twins around the room opened their mouths and hooted, then repeated the same refrain.
"My little ones say my name..." said Seeroc, apparently proudly.
'Haynuus' kept moving. He seemed to stagger and his leg twist as if broken. It was a mental twist to realise the thing's legs had almost inverted compared to normal human physiology and it was actually still moving swiftly. Knees and ankles seemed to be at wrong places and twisted in the wrong direction, while the thing had four trailing 'toes' at the back and a central hooked toe at the front that felt like its heel.
'Haynuus's' thickset body was stretched sickenly - although the creature no longer resembled the half-orc anymore. What had been thick muscled arms were no less muscled but were now slightly too long. Fingers were stretched and taloned, old blood still covering their tips.
The thing moved to the centre of the room, ignoring the two Aureks, and spread its arms wide to again screech at the scoprion before it. A little stubby tail at the back - enough to cover its modesty - waged briefly as if it was pleased with itself.
Certainly, as the thing stood proudly challenging a creature of Chaos twice its size, all wrong mottled grey flesh and countenance eager to kill, Seeroc seemed to stand a little straighter in pride, lost in the moment.
Hey kids? Seen Solomon Kane? I watched it recently and was a little disturbed at how much the mirror creatures resembled my thoughts on the grak-graks' appearance. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qir5t9RbEHo. Imagine the legs are shaped a little like satyr legs. Now imagine a way to get this thing back to looking like Haynuus, please!
The moment was shattered by Westian, whose pragmatism and hatred of undead probably served him well.
Farel had taken a moment, as the rest had, to see the horrifying transformation across the way. That had perhaps allowed a wedge to be placed into his emotional turmoil, enough that as Westian bellowed, the knight understood the words and looked in shock at the sight of his squire alive, and well - at least physically.
"Larethian be praised!" said Farel's choked voice, but already his sword was coming up towards the other false Haynuus, still happily looking humanoid. "Ardur, get behind me and run!" said Farel with feeling.
Ardur was perhaps still dazed and terrified, but obviosuly felt that being trapped behind the haze would be worse than making a move. At first he just crawled, but then it was as if a dam had burst, for upon finding the courage to move the squire scrambled to his feet and staggered swiftly out of the area, hugging the wall to perhaps seek flight around the corner.
Westian was already trying to provoke a reaction, raising his voice and holy symbol to challenge the things and allow the others to move.
Seeroc had turned already to look towards Westian, the petitioning of divine intervention perhaps drawing his attention. Falkor took the opportunity to break Seeroc's concentration by pointing out the dropped gem. Haynuus immediately scooped it up and then charged the gnome.
Westian moved back effortlessly to occupy where his comrade had beem and finished his act of holy defiance. Unfortunately either the two foes combined felt secure now, or the previous revelation of their true form (and master's attention) gave them an arrogant air. They both smiled in distain at the cleric's brandished symbol.
Farel tried to take advantage of the distraction to accost 'Haynuus', pushing him backwards. However, the thing easily dodged the knight's unsteady attempt - distracted as he was by Ardur's passage - and Farel was instead the one pushed backwards. The knight tumbled over Ardur's legs and the squire stumbled away, and Farel hit the back wall solidly, falling over and dropping his blade from his hands.
Ardur was already gone by the time 'Haynuus' shifted to stand over Farel's form, the half-orc's twin ignoring Westian to gloat over his fallen foe.
Ugh, kinda hoped the dice would be kind, and instead delivered a natural 20. Not that it means an automatic success, but in this case...

And wow, Farel could not have come off worse in that. Since Haynuus and Farel occupied the same space I reckoned Farel could get off a bullrush without an AoO. Real Westian's move stopped it being straight back, but I figured if luck was with the endeavour then pushing back towards Westian's close would be acceptable, and if Farel was really lucky it would see 'Haynuus' fall prone at the feet of 'Westian'. And drawing an AoO too!
Instead, Farel was very soundly beaten. If it had been closer, I would have let Farel off from falling prone since he started in the same square, but the margin was just so fantastically huge (1 to 22) so the poor knight is rebuked!
Meanwhile, Haynuus's run had more success. Perhaps distracted by realising the half-orc had the gem, or by being angered over Westian's evocations, Seeroc mis-judged distances and tried to summon some form of magic while Haynuus was still angry and within swinging range. With some amazing energy Seeroc seemed to bounce out of the way of the worst of the blow, receiving only a grazing wound to one hand. It was still enough to throw him out of his spellcasting.
"Perhaps I was wrong to try and shield you from your own folly earlier," said the gnome, backing away towards the table, looking to his cut hand with anger. "By all means, strike me down. It is always such a facinating journey coming back."
I figured the gnome was being confused enough he wouldn't actually take the tactical five foot step to get out of Haynuus's range. So the attack triggered after all as an AoO. So all that damage didn't go to waste after all! You can bet the gnome took the five foot step after the fact to go towards the table. Wther he has anything there, who knows?
Falkor's cry to the scorpion, disguised by all the commotion, seemed to at least ensure the creature did not simply flee backwards. It dared to this time snap back at the thing that had challenged it. A claw snapped around the waist of the grak-grak, and the scorpion focused its hate on the undead creature, squeezing its own claws and lifting the foul shaped foe up in the air to let it squirm.
The scoprion then waved the grak-grak threateningly at the two Aureks, sidestepping around and out of the way of the blue hazes.
The screamer that had been at the edge of the fray even more frantically moved upon sensing the huge creature sweep passed it.
Aww, it's hard to paint a picture of how nasty a grak-grak can be, when a scoprion is pretty nasty itself!
Back beside Westian, the two fakes engaged their foes. The fake Haynuus took advantage of Farel's fall to catch the knight and hold him down, crushing the man's throat.
The fake Westian looked with slightly less derision at the holy symbol, and instead a fury seemed to build. The creature had felt its power once, and Westian's proud words seemed to infuriate the fake even thoguh it was no longer cowed by those words. Once more, like a spoilt child demanding a toy its sibling had, this grak grak tried to grab Westian's possession.
Once again, make an AoO to stop the grab/disarm attempt. This time the AC is your own. If you miss, then the attack roll you need to get above to stop your holy symbol being grabbed is really 22 as the flanking counts, though score a 20 or 21 and I will let you contest it again with a second roll. Note you take -4 as you aren't holding a melee weapon, but it takes -4 for using a 'light' weapon (its hand) so those cancel out.
Falkor, feeling he had done enough to help his friends, decided try and strike the button before suspicion in Seeroc rose. With a powerful leap, the blue haze came back - brighting with it illumination and confinement in equal measure.
And that would seem to be that! Round 5 of the combat resolved (awaiting LB aside).
Map:
http://www.dmjump.net/seeroomfight5.jpg