Droknin's first blow deals a grievous wound to the Redbrand fighter, but his follow-through fails to connect with what would have been a brutal finishing blow.

3rd Round 

1. T'laren
2. Kemp
3. Garrin
4. Keashirryl
5. Redbrands
6. Droknin

T'laren moves past his companion 15 ft and sends an arrow at the nearest Redbrand 

Longbow Attack: 23 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.

Cassuis steps over the battered foe, pushing ahead towards the next foe he can reach. Seeing that Droknin is surrounded by foes he will attempt to bring his staff down onto the redbrand, following up with a punch as loosens tje grip on his weapon.

Attack: 17 Damage: 10

Attack: 17 Damage: 7

Garrin fires off an eldritch blast at the nearest red brand 

Attack: 18 Damage: 11 

T'laren stands atop the corpse of the south-most Redbrand and lodges an arrow deep into the side of the next nearest fighter.  Cassius then finishes that one off with a one-two combo of sword and fist.

Garrin then unleashes a torrent of psychedelically colored hummingbirds that slam into the already wounded Redbrand next to the barricade.  His pulverized body crashes into and knocks down the barricade.

[Both Redbrands south of Droknin are now dead.]

Keashirryl keeps to the crossbow, targeting the nearest Redbrand close to Droknin. If needed, she will move out towards the close corner of the cistern.

Attack: 10  Damage: 4  

Locked in combat and unaware how poorly the battle is turning for them, the two Redbrands immediately north of Droknin continue to attack him with their short swords.

Attack: 21 Damage: 6

Attack: 10 Damage: 3

Attack: 10 Damage: 5

Attack: 22 Damage: 7

The crossbowman across the cistern levels his weapon at Cassius and fires a bolt at the half-orc monk.

Attack: 6 Damage: 6

Then the crossbowman ducks inside the room next him.

The last Redbrand, looking down from his perch up the stairs, shouts, "You guys are doing great!  Just hold them... I'm gonna go get some help."  He then pushes on the wall behind him, opening up another secret passage, down which he races.

(Deducted 7HP from Droknin)

(Is the Leonin able to get to the guy that peace out of the party?)

Probably not.  Unless he stopped just out of sight, he would have too much of a head start even for Droknin's extra speed to let him catch up this round.  But over multiple rounds you would certainly expect to catch him.

(In that case he will attack the Redbrand north of him.)

Mlinzi Attack: 8 Damage: 12

Mlinzi Attack (BA): 21 Damage: 8

Keashirryl's bolt flies wide, but Droknin connects with both blades of his double-scimitar.  The Redbrand immediately north of him is still on his feet, but bleeding badly.  Both look stunned that they continue to stab and stab this lion-man yet he seems oblivious to the injuries they deal to him, his white fur stained crimson with his own blood as well as that of his enemies.

4th Round 

1. T'laren
2. Kemp
3. Garrin
4. Keashirryl
5. Redbrands
6. Droknin

T'laren moves forward over the bodies and up the stairs to the landing before taking a crack at one of the remaining foes.

Attack: 9 Damage: 10

Cassuis deftly steps over the bodies as he makes his way to the Redbrand to the side of Droknin, moving his staff around to strike them before following up with a kick.

Attack: 24 Damage: 6

Attack: 6 Damage: 6

Garrin keeps up the barrage of eldritch blast on the next nearest target

Attack: 25 Damage: 15 

Keashirryl sees how the others seem to be able to deal with the foes at the moment, and takes the opportunity to walk up to Droknin.

"Here we are again," she mutters, putting two fingers on a blood-stained spot on the Leonin's arm and casting cure wounds  .

Healing: 8  

While Keashirryl applies a little divine healing to Droknin, Cassius lashes out at the Redbrand previously injured by the leonin.  His kick misses, as the fighter was already slain by his staff blow.  Next, Garrin unleashes another devastating blast of few magic on the last remaining fighter.  He is nearly knocked off of his feet by the force, and he stands bewildered for a moment.

The crossbow wielding Redbrand peaks out of the room and looses another crossbow bolt at the all-powerful warlock that is annihilating his fellows.  Attack: 13 Damage: 12.  He then slams the door shut again.

The sound jars the other fighter out of his stupor.  He disengages from Droknin and Cassius and moves the door, banging on it and crying to be let in.

Droknin senses the divine healing coursing through his body, he then feels some of his wounds closing, and he is bleeding less now. He grins, and bow to the party's Cleric. "I thank you My Lady." He then calmly walks to the Redbrand that is banging at the door. "There there..." He gives the person a good bear Leonin hug. "Shhhh.... No need for a grown man to cry." He slowly turn the man around, he looks him in the eye, and with a calm voice he continues. "What about we make a deal. You tell EVERYTHING that you know to good ol' Droknin here, and perhaps you can just walk away from all this. Maybe your FRIEND can join you as well. What do you say?" He smiles showing all his sharp canines, but in a friendly manner of course.

(But Droknin, aren't you a Barbarian? You should just chop the guy's head off! Well, I am grad you asked my friend. Yes, we primitive folks from the savannahs of Oreskos are considered barbaric by civilized folks. However, amongst our people, there is no honor in killing from behind. Specially if the prey is begging for his life... And also crying like a cub.)

[LOL.  We all appreciate the primer on Leonin tribal culture.]

The Redbrand throws down his short sword and begs for mercy.  

From behind the door, the other one does not respond.  Dragging sounds can be heard.  It sounds like the crossbowman is barricading himself inside.

We are out of initiative for now.

[Nice work.  That was supposed to be a tough fight to whittle down your resources. Oh well....]

Garrin will walk up to the barricaded door and knocks an obnoxious number of times with his staff.

"Eh! Come out here and surrender, like a respectable man!" He continues beating on the barricade with his staff

Keashirryl nods to Droknin, then turning away, rolls her eyes. Why people adopted the habit of calling her - daughter of two travelling merchants - a lady was beyond her understanding. Surely, it must be some mockery.

Then, she proceeds to take a look at the room, trying to find the secret passage the fleeing enemy used earlier, and see if there are any other hidden paths or traps nearby.

Investigation: 16