Falchion attempts to lift the stone spears from the indentures.

Mithanos pushes his way to the front of the group and cracks his knuckles. He then grins and loudly proclaims "Let a real man handle this!" He then starts poking the statue in the stomach. "Hey. You. Yeah, you! Stone guy! Yeah... open up! C'mon! Let us in!"

As Falchion tries desperately to pull the spears, he is incapable of moving them. Something is holding them in place. Almost as if by some divine sign, the sorcerer begins playing around with the statues. As Mithanos fiddles around with the locking mechanisms, your entire party hears an extremely audible click. The spears, which wear locked into place, have now been unlocked. However, because of their size and the fact that they are solid stone, the child playing around with them can't lift them. Perhaps a stronger character should try.

Falchion nods thankfully at the small sorcerer, and once again grabs hold of a stone spear.

The scarecrow collapses in a heap on the ground, ashamed of his failure. The sound em emenating from the haystack could  be described as crying. It could also be described as small children being slowly roasted alive.

As the warforged grips the spear and rips it from the hole it was embedded in, as well as from the statue's hands, the force of his pull causes the spear to swing wildly behind him, just barely dancing over the sorcerer's head before coming to a sudden stop. A sickening crack echos across the small, windswept plaza as the spear collides with something almost directly behind the sorcerer and his metallic companion. There's a soft gush of air, and a rustling of fabric as something collapses on the ground. Slowly, an individual begins to fade into existence. It appears to be a member of the Elundari, though the face has been so badly damaged by the spear that it's hard to tell much of anything. It is a female, and it is dressed in brown cloth. Her hand is extended towards Mithanos, and a simple, yet deadly dagger is resting in her limp appendage. She is dead.

Although the spear shattered the skull of the assassin going after the sorcerer, there was no luck in regards to the one going after the gnoll. A short, soft gasp of air is all that you hear as a spurt of blood sprays the ground in front of it before it collapses. Behind her stands a grinning assassin, arm still raised in the killing position. However, as you adjust to the most shocking and sudden development, a red spot appears on the assassin's chest. It grows and grows, and suddenly, the assassin makes coughs. "Gnghhhah!" The assassin collapses, and behind him, you see another figure, arm extended with a wicked looking dagger in the exact place the assassin's heart was moments ago. The figure, a male with short cropped black hair grins. "Sup?"

The stack of hay reassembles himself, rising to his feet. Jack-o-lantern in arm, he turns to Vex's corpse.
"Poor Vex...may your soul be taken into The Great Pumpkins bountiful vines."
I close the gnoll's eyes, laying it's sword upon it's breast.
A hollow voice addresses the new companion as I loot the assassins.
"Many thanks to you, Stranger. Things could have turned out much worse had you not shown up. Pray tell, Who are you, and what brings you here?"

Falchion throws the stone spear to the ground and looks at the two dead assassins, his red eyes glowing brightly.

Fidgeting uncomfortably after he watched the wolf meet its untimely demise, he looked scoped what was left of the assassins.  How convenient that that a person would appear in time just to help us.

He fingered his sleeves and peered at the newly arrived figure.  Who was this person, and why was he here?  Was this a trap?  What was going on?

Eyes narrowed, he asked the figure, "Who are you?"