Allansia Adventure

I misread that. 
additional attack for action surge: 

to hit: 23 damage: 11

Vydar takes one last shot at the retreating ship, but it catches the rivers current and moves with unexpected speed. His fire bolt does not land where he wishes as the boat moves toward the sea. He returns to his companions and witnesses the following.

The blade bites, and Lev feels the poison flood his veins—burning, invasive, meant to end him (10 poison damage to Lev). But he does not slow. He has lived this moment a hundred times in his mind, every step, every breath, every strike etched into him with ruthless precision. He moves now with that certainty. Warik twists at the last instant, slipping aside with unnatural grace—the killing blow meant for his heart carving only across his chest (Uncanny Dodge). But Lev is already there. Already knows. He turns with the motion, driving his glaive into the space Warik must occupy. The strike lands—and radiant energy erupts, pouring from Lev like judgment made manifest. Warik falters, just for a heartbeat—uncertainty flickering across his face for the first time. It is enough. Lev surges forward, drawing on the last of his strength, and delivers two final, merciless blows. Each one a sentence. Each one a verdict long overdue. The light drains from Warik’s eyes as the glow fades into the night. His body falls. Warik Longfinger is dead. And justice is served. (THE CURSE on Lev's Glaive is gone)

Ruel, Halbert and the rest finish off Warik's companions.(Combat completed!)

Amdaeng ran to Ning and tended to the tiny cut on the bears shoulder ignoring all the other injured parties.....

"Someone grab the artifact!"

Zarbyn uses his shadowy blade to point to the sword Warik was using.

"And let's get out of the street and away from here! This is going to draw a lot of attention!"

Lev stands over the body, glaive still pointing at Werik as if anticipating he’d somehow rise even after receiving such a fatal wound. His breaths come heavily, excursion and poison running through him as he stares down at his sworn enemy in disbelief. Its over… 

For some reason he’d expected that fight to be more difficult, for him to struggle further or for Werik to escape. It seems Libra really did wish for Werik’s death. 

It isn’t until Zarbyn shouts for someone to grab the artifact that Lev finally lowers his glaive. He breaths in deeply, and lets the air out slowly as he moves to retrieve the dagger. He feels little satisfaction as he picks up the weapon. Truth be told he never really expected satisfaction to come with vengeance. He knew living for revenge would leave a gaping hole in the soul once revenge was taken, and that’s not what he wanted for himself. He avenged his brother, and he’d spared the world from further suffering at the hands of this monster. Even so, the act didn’t bring Knox back. It didn’t change the past, nor would it erase the guilt and grief Lev continues to bear. But justice was served…

He stares at the artifact for a moment, not really seeing it as his mind strayed to the amulet at his neck. Caught between life and death as he was, and knowing his fate had been tied to Werik’s… half of him expected to fall down dead now that his task was complete. When that proved to be foolishness, he couldn’t help but wonder what that meant for him now. Will he be able to die? Now that Werik is finished? 

He doesn’t move until one of his comrades urges him forward. Even then, he is more silent than usual as they rush out of the area. For the moment, he’s forgotten the real reason they are here. His thoughts drift elsewhere, slowed by the poison and weariness.