Crownsguard blows past all the rest, carrying the injured dwarf in one hand and towing Ink with the other. He pulls ahead by an easy 50 yards in just a few seconds, with the dwarf giving him directions.

"You heard 'im!" Flint calls to the dwarves. "C'mon lads, we're not clear of this yet!" 

Flint glances behind him and mutters a brief prayer for Don, as he dashes tirelessly alongside the other dwarves.

Healing Word at 3rd level: 9

Matrix will again do his distraction plan, and keeps running

The hellhound closes in with Don, huffing with effort as it gallops up the tunnel. Don's blasts connect with the hound, but it remains undaunted. Fire streams from its mouth as it breathes heavy, determined to get its prize.

The fire giants are running single file behind the dog, with the "prince" leading the charge.

As you round the corner, your last glimpse of Don is him facing off against the charging hellhound, flinging eldritch blasts at the creature. 

// Matrix & Crownsguard rolled in Discord. Don, you're up! //

Don continues the attack then moves toward the exit as fast as possible.

Blast 1: 27 Damage: 12
Blast 2: 18 Damage: 7

Flint and Matrix are able to escape higher into the tunnels, with Crownsguard and Ink quickly disappearing into the distance ahead of them.

// Screen wipe //

Meanwhile, Crownsguard is able to dash back and forth under the power of Ink's Haste spell, transporting all the slower-moving dwarves to the top of the climb. The yakfolk village stands guard here over the entrance to the fire giant mines. The river rages past the wreck of the wooden water wheel, explaining definitively why the elevator had stopped working. 

Flint lags behind a little ways, and you can hear the hellhound's barks echoing some distance below you.

But even as you are bringing up the last of the dwarves, and Ink's Haste spell has worn off, you are met there by a dragon! It flies in through the large open area by the river, scales shining like liquid metal in the dim light. The dragon lands on the rim of the elevator shaft.

The dragon at first glance is about the size of the white dragon you've fought twice, though this one's metallic scales glisten in a sort of noble way. Where the white dragon had an unmistakable crest, this dragon has a regal frill about its head. 

Crownsguard just kinda stops as the dragon lands. His shoulders tilt forward a bit, “Attention. A greater threat has possibly arrived. Please be aware. I believe the colloquial term is: ‘Give me a break.’”

"This ones a child of Bahamut" Matrix whispers pointing at the crest on his robes "at the very least, not an enemy... yet"

he then boldly walks up to the dragon, presses his left fist to right shoulder and takes a knee with right fist pressed to the ground in a well practiced manner

"Greetings child of Bahamut. How can the last Dragon, of the Order of the Roaring Dragon Fists of Bahamut, be of service?"

after so long with him, it's been easy to forget Matrix is technically a Monk of a religious order.

 The dragon looks into the shaft... Hesitates for a moment listening then blasts I've come dragons breath down into it. 

The dragon form then shimmers and changes into a large man wearing a white cloak made if some type of scales. His arms raise and water from all around flies up and into the shaft. 

"I'm afraid Dontontion is on his own for now. I have slowed them down, but we should leave."

"We shall talk more monk of Bahamut, he has a message for you. "

Crownsguard perks up and waves a hand fast, “Hello Marav. It would appear that the details of your passing were highly exager- A Critical Error Has Occured.”

Crownsguard slumps forward. It would appear that Haste has discontinued. A little jingle emits out of him as his system reboots.

Flint brings up the rear, looking a little breathless. He does a double-take at Marav standing on the edge of the elevator shaft, appearing speechless for a moment. Then, "The giants are on our tails! We need ta go, NOW!" 

From down the stairs, you hear shouting getting closer, and thunderous footfalls.

Marav walks over to Flint, the white scales of his cloak pillowing softly. "We can run, or we can fight."

He waits until everyone is within 60 feet and then begans chanting softly in the language of dragons.

A small silver translucent dragon appears next to him. It's head about shoulder height.

Healing Spirit: 3d6 total of 4 charges.

// Everyone can take a turn now, part of which can be taking advantage of Marav's Healing Spirit. // 

Flint turns grimly towards the stairs. "I dunna like it, but on Moradin's honor, I'll defend ye." He draws his powerful hammer, which crackles with lightning in anticipation. 

"Get healed up, when they get here, I have something ready for them."

Marav prepares a Control Water spell to flood the tunnel. Marav glances at Ink, "You think Fire Giants are averse to water?"

Redirect Flow. You cause flowing water in the area to move in a direction you choose, even if the water has to flow over obstacles, up walls, or in other unlikely directions. The water in the area moves as you direct it, but once it moves beyond the spell's area, it resumes its flow based on the terrain conditions. The water continues to move in the direction you chose until the spell ends or you choose a different effect.

Ink directs everyone around so that no one is cut off by the the soon to be redirected river. He tells the dwarves to run, the path down the stairs along the cliff are clear.

The Shard of the Ise Rune glows under Ink's clothing and what seem to be the beginnings a sleet storm just on the other side of the doorway that leads into the mines.

// Held Action... Casting Sleet Storm from the shard upon seeing an aggressor on the other side of the doorway leading to the mines. 

The river, which powered the massive elevator via the now broken water wheel, defies gravity and flows over the elevator shaft and its great iron mechanism! It twists as it flies trough the air, splashing onto the floor in front of the stairs of the mine. Within seconds, the river is now flowing directly into the tunnel opening.

The way to the great doors of iron is blocked by an iron portcullis. The bars are too close together to squeeze through, and it is as heavy as you remember—though this time, there is a good deal more urgency.

I will need a Strength check for someone to lift the portcullis this round. Flint is willing to give Guidance and help if needed.

The dwarf prisoners are willing, but too weak to be of much assistance. They gather round the porctullis, fearing for their lives.

"To many to fight, we need to run!" Matrix will take 2 charges rolled 8 in discord for 1 8

and looks for a way to open/lift the portcullis perception 3 or investigation 13 depending on DM :P

Crownsguard takes two charges! 7 and 13

Then he’s going to lift it! 12 +3