Kerric:

Just before he could strike the finishing blow, the cultist with the staff spoke ice-cold words that dug into his soul, trying to sap his will and freeze his marrow.

Wisdom save:  16

Kerric:

Fighting off the effect, Kerric cleverly acted like his incoming slash was slowing and stopping from the priest's magic, then he suddenly tensed and reversed the blade's arc, a bright sliver of fine elven steel humming through the air at the nape of her neck!

(Combat Superiority Feinting Attack to get advantage)

Elven Curved Blade with Advantage:  Attack:  Attack: 20 Damage: 12, Extra Damage from Feint:  4

Kerric:

Alright.  Let's try the bardic inspiration on that shot....Come on 6!

Bardic Inspiration on that attack:  1

Uh, yeah.

The monk could hear the familiar shuffle of Kerric's feet. A small smile would tug at her lips. It would take more than that to trap their elven warrior. In spirit of Hawke's earlier introduction, Ebele felt compelled to quip to the priest. “No one can sing who has smog in his throat.”

Initiative Order: E | B3(L) | R1 | X |  P(L) | K | T | B1 | B2 | H

Kerric's attempt to feint worked against him, the Priest was able to bat it away with her staff. It was like batting away a fly as she was annoyed the elf and half-elf both fought off her attempts at holding them in place. But as the cultist moved to deflect the warriors blade, it provided an opening for T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's bolt to strike true. The priest still stood firm on her feet despite the impact.

Initiative Order: E | B3(L) | R1 | X |  P(L) | K | T | B1 | B2 | H

The unharmed bandits to the west of the fire finally shake from their stupor. Spotting an opportunity to come to their Priest's aid, they ready their weapons.

The first bandit closes in on the elven warrior, swiping at his side with his scimitar.

On Kerric:
Attack: 21 Damage: 3

The second bandit kept his distance and reloaded his crossbow, firing off a bolt towards the blindfolded monk.

On Ebele:
Attack: 21 Damage: 7

Ebele would hear a bolt whiz by over her head.

Initiative Order: E | B3(L) | R1 | X |  P(L) | K | T | B1 | B2 | H

Roll Call: Hawke then Ebele
Call to Action: The possibilities are endless!

Hawke didn't expect his distraction actually of being some use to the group, though he was quickly proven wrong when he sees three powerful blasts of flame take out a trio of bandits on one side of him. "Nice!" He cheers, fist pump in the air, too wrapped up in what everyone else was doing to prepare himself for any attacks against him from the reaver that had approached him. But that was swiftly taken care of by a few killer punches and kicks from Ebele, leaving the druid slack jawed. Whata woman!

"Definitely gonna try avoidin' gettin' on your bad side, Belle," He gets out, finally trying to focus on helping the team out with taking down these bad guys. With a snort from her last reference, Hawke digs into his pouch and casts pretty stones(BA) on the rocks he had collected before and chucks it at B3!

Attack: 10 Damage: 5

Initiative Order: E | B3(L) | R1 | X |  P(L) | K | T | B1 | B2 | H

Hawke picked out the perfect stone. Not too big, not too light. It was just right. The pretty pebble pelts the perpetrator in the pelvis. He fell like a hearty sack of potatoes.

Initiative Order: E | R1 | X |  P(L) | K | T | B1 | B2| H

Ebele couldn't help but smirk from Hawke's comment and assigning her a nickname. "I wouldn't go easy on you either." Her head would dip hinting at a wink before pausing. The monk would hear a hallow thud followed by a satisfying thunk of bandit 3 on the ground. She'd then abruptly tilt her head to focus on change in sounds over her shoulder. The almost forgotten silent Reaver was preparing to slink her way behind the blonde to close in and surround Kerric from behind.

Her chest rose and fell with gentle exertion from her previous attacks. The monk would inhale a steady breath to channel her ki once again. She'd flourish her staff to gain momentum before twisting around to attempt to find the cultist with it. She'd follow up with another pair of up kicks.

Attack: 23 Damage: 11
Unarmed BA Attack: 16 Damage: 4
Ki Furry Blows Unarmed BA Attack: 17 Damage: 4

Ebele's staff clangs off of the Reaver's shield causing the cultist to grin prematurely. The half-elf zeroed in on her target and her kicks landed swiftly. One to the woman's side, the other across the jaw, wiping the smile right off the Reaver's face.

Initiative Order: E | R1(S) | X |  P(L) | K | T | B1 | B2| H

The Reaver spat blood on the ground before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "You little *****..." Completely forgetting about Kerric, the warrior cultist squares up the monk and drops her shield. Taking her bloodstained sharktoothed longsword in both hands, the reaver would bring it down on the unarmed half-elf with murderous intent.

Attack: 11 Damage: 14

In her rage, the Reaver was loud and sloppy. Ebele didn't even have to move. The sword came down beside her, lodging it into the ground.

Initiative Order: E | R1 | X |  P(L) | K | T | B1 | B2| H

Roll Call: Xalkas
Call to Action: The floor is yours!

Xalkas winces a little watching the perfectly picked pretty stone take down a pair of stones. But his attention is quickly drawn to the reaver and her insult towards Ebele. (I assume I’m to far away for any sort of melee retaliation, so I’m going with magic.)

Xalkas gives his orb a quick spin and a mote of fire appears in his free hand. He promptly hurls his fire bolt at the reaver trying to strike while they remove their sword from the ground. “Nice kicks there Ebele! That morning practice must be helping.” Despite his anger he maintains his distance from any hardy looking melee combatants.

 Xalkas lets out an excited, “Take that, you *****!” As he watches the fire bolt strike the reaver in the face. (I assume that hits. If not, pretend he curses in frustration)

Initiative Order: E | R1(S) | X |  P(L) | K | T | B1 | B2 | H

Xalkas' swift lucky spin of his orb paired with his focused determination is rewarded. His fire bolt strikes the frustrated Reaver directly to the side of the face Ebele hadn't kicked. The cultist would howl in pain, frantically patting out her hair.

The monk's nose would wrinkle. There's no mistaking burnt hair or flesh. She'd chuckle softly. "Not too shabby yourself Xalkas!"

Initiative Order: E | R1(S) | X | P(L) | K | T | B1 | B2 | H

The cultist priest was not amused. These group of 'hoodlums' were making a fool out of her and her warriors. It was time to bite back. The priest would raise her staff as she'd begin chanting in her melodic voice. Five arcane darts will manifest in an arc before firing off towards their intended targets.

Casting at 3rd lvl: Magic Missile
On Kerric: 3 | 5
On Ebele: 4 | 5
On Hawke: 3 | 5
(Whoops 1 too many.)

Initiative Order: E | R1(S) | X | P(L) | K | T | B1 | B2 | H

Roll Call: Kerric and T'chal'fronack'zcinicker
Call to Action: Your move!

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker quickly reloads and fires his crossbow at the priest Attack: 22 Damage: 11

Kerric:

Shuddering from the magic darts thudding into his body, Kerric responds with a pair of slashing blows in an X pattern at the spellcaster, trying to take her down before she can hurt anyone else.

Bonus Action Feint for Advantage

Action:  Curved Blade Attack:  Attack: 22 Damage: 12

                Bonus Damage on a hit:  3

Action Surge Curved Blade Attack:  Attack: 13 Damage: 13

(Small correction: I believe Kerric should be at 30/40hp, the bandit swiped him for 2hp in post 1509)

Already having exerted half of her reserves, Ebele braces herself for impact as two darts pelt her in the left shoulder. She'd let out a sound as the air escapes her body. The monk still stood firm.

Kerric pressed his attack against the Priest, his first blade cutting through with great precision. It was followed up by a second strike that sparked just as it slipped by her armour. Although she bled from severe gaping wounds, the cultist still stood.

That was until T'chal'fronack'zcinicker finished her off with a perfectly precise shot from his crossbow. A bolt straight to the temple. The cultist priest's lifeless body would fall to the ground at Kerric's feet.

Initiative Order: E | R1(S) | X | K | T | B1 | B2 | H

Bandit 2 blinks in disbelief as his employer falls lifeless nearby. His eyes would glance to the remaining, really angry Reaver. He'd hastily slash at Kerric once more.

On Kerric:
Attack: 12 Damage: 2

Following his companions lead, Bandit 1 would reload to try his hand at attacking the blindfolded monk once more. He'd aim for the fresh target mark on her shoulder.

On Ebele:
Attack: 14 Damage: 7

Initiative Order: E | R1(S) | X | K | T | B1 | B2 | H

Roll Call: Hawke then Ebele
Call to Action: Paolo the pigeon picks a pouch of pretty pebbles, packing in preparation to pelt more pesky peddlers!

Seeing his stone hit just where he wanted it to causes Hawke to let out a hoot, followed by a boisterous laugh. "Still ****in' got it-- Ow--!" The druid hisses at the arcane darts hitting him right in the stomach, curling in on himself just a bit. "Tummy ache..." He whines over dramatically. "Better call the clerics... But not for me!"

He chucks a stone at R1!

Attack: 9 Damage: 10

"Damn it!"

Initiative Order: E | R1(S) | X | K | T | B1 | B2 | H

In his display of dramatics, Hawke lobs his lonely stone. It'd go high and come up short, landing with a hefty impact just at the Cultist's feet.

Initiative Order: E | R1(S) | X | K | T | B1 | B2 | H

Ebele's head would follow the soft whistle of the stone in the air and the thud on the ground. "You could of at least upchucked on her." The blonde would jest. She'd roll her shoulders back and hop a couple times on the balls of her feet to get herself looking all pumped up, as if she were going to repeat her same maneuvers. Instead, the monk would thrust her staff forward in a jab before following up with a punch.

Attack: 11 Damage: 11
Unarmed BA Attack: 19 Damage: 7

Without her shield the Cultist was unable to block the blow of the monks staff to her midsection. She'd already be doubling over when Ebele's fist would connect with her jaw, ensuring she wasn't going to get back up.

The pair of bandits watch wide eyed as their remaining employer hit the dirt. Panic started to set in. "SCATTER!" Although there were only two of them, they both started to flee in opposing directions.

Initiative Order: E | X | K | T | B1 | B2 | H

Roll Call: Xalkas, Kerric and then T'chal'fronack'zcisnicker
Call to Action: You've got yourselves a fleeing pair of baddies!

T'chal'fronack'zcisnicker shoots one of them, and shouts to both, "The first of you to surrender for questioning will not be slain. I can write up a quick contract to enforce this deal if you'd like." 

Attack: 26 Damage: 8

Kerric:

Spinning and holding out a hand, palm-first, Kerric shoots a ray of fire towards the fleeing bandit!

Fire Bolt:  Attack: 22 Damage: 6

He then moves thirty feet toward the less-injured fleeing one.

Seeing the bandits fleeing Xalkas follows Kerrics lead and shoots a fire bolt at the one he is chasing hoping to slow the bandit long enough for Kerric to catch him.

 Xalkas then moves towards the slain priest/reaver and begins checking the bodies for any useful items as well as anything that might give clues as to what they were up to. 

Initiative Order: E | X | K | T | B1 | B2 | H

Xalkas pushed through his own self-doubt when T'chal'fronack'zcisnicker's inspiring words echoed in his mind. The bolt of fire caught Bandit one in the scruff of the neck, setting his hair ablaze! He squeeled, tripping over himself and hitting the ground. He'd frantically roll to put it out.

Initiative Order: E | X | K | T | B1 | B2 | H

Kerric's decision to move and swipe at the further target proved to be fruitless. His blade found air where the bandit used to be, before he was flopping around on the ground like a fish.

Initiative Order: E | X | K | T | B1(C) | B2(C) | H

It was that moment T shot out reason. Both metaphorically and literally. The bolt pierced the second fleeing bandit directly to the knee, making him friends with the dirt at his feet.

"****... Not another contract!" The singed bandit would shudder, whimpering from his burns. He'd flop over to try to crawl away.

Roll Call: Kerric
Opportunity: Attack of opportunity on fleeing Bandit 1 with advantage!

Meanwhile Bandit 2 was hugging his damaged knee, rocking back and forth, sucking air in through his teeth. "Do you sign contracts with arrows!? This shit hurts man!" He'd groan, rolling onto his back and then toppling to his side. Bandit 2 appears to be surrendering.

Initiative Order: E | X | K | T | B1(C) | B2(C) | H

Roll Call: Hawke
Call to Action: What would Hawke do?

Kerric:

Slashing with his shining blade, Kerric strikes the fleeing bandit's legs in an attempt to end his flight, if not his life.  "Two prisoners could give better information than one, perhaps," he thinks.

Curved Blade Attack to Subdue:  Attack: 22 Damage: 12

Hawke readies up a throwing stone on one of the bandits. "So we asking for info or what?" He would ask, wanting to make sure. "Don't wanna, like, accidentally kill 'em if we wanna talk to 'em, you know?"

Ready trigger will be if someone says to kill one. If they say we need them alive, then he will put his stone away and do a little digging around the camp for something of interest while they take care of the interrogating. 
(Don't think it'll be triggered, but here's the roll if it is! Attack: 26 Damage: 14)

 (Why... why is my best rolls... the ones that dont matter ;w;)

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker looks to the singed Bandit, "I should shoot you just for saying that! Heresy!!"  With a waspish glare, he walks up to Bandit 2, slinging his crossbow over his back. When he arrives, he fishes a roll of parchment out of his bag and his quiver....seemingly ignorant of the bloody arrow wound the man is suffering from.  "Alright, name please, for the contract? I also need your birth date, town of birth, and the name of the person who hired you. This contract guarantees safe passage in exchange for open and honest information exchange between you and us, your captors. In all honesty, I will attempt to get everyone here to sign this, but my team mates here can be quite obstinate when it comes to signing paperwork. Don't ask me why, it's really for their benefit."  He shrugs and is ready to scribe down the mans info, before holding it out for him to sign, and then ATTEMPTING to get the rest of the group to sign it. The document defines "safe passage" as safety for period up until the signatories parties are further than 200 feet from the each other at which point it becomes null and void, however using Illusory Script that portion of the text does not appear for the man...and is left undefined, while for the group they all see the full contract. 

While moving about trying to get people to sign the paper, T'chal'fronack'zcinicker absently attempts to ask the singed man, "Who else around here is getting you to sign contracts, out of interest....."