Crownsguard’s armor is cut deep by the blade. However, Crownsguard then headbutts the dwarf! And slash across!

Attack: 14 Damage: 10 slashing + 6 fire damage!

Attack: 7 Damage: 11 slashing + 7 fire damage!

Well.

Still pulling arrow after arrow from her quiver (she's going to have a lot of collecting work to do after this), Aya fires away.

Sharpshooter (advantage on prophetic state): 14 Damage: 19 + 2

Second shot: 20 Damage: 14 + 4

The dwarf knight goes down with two arrows in the leg. He falls, bleeding, to the floor. Another yakfolk warrior crawls out of the fallen dwarf's skin and attacks Marav!

Attack: 15 Damage: 19 slashing
Attack: 23 Damage: 20 slashing

The single remaining knight, flanking Marav, tries to take the dragon down.

Attack: 24 Damage: 11 bludgeoning
Attack: 9 Damage: 5 bludgeoning

The commotion from down the hall grows louder. You can hear shouting and footsteps.

// Players up! //

Marav blasts the Yak in front of him. 

Damage: 14

Bonus Action Healing Word Level 2: 9

Aya also targets the yak:

Sharpshooter (advantage on prophetic state): 16 Damage: 20 + 5

Second shot: 17 Damage: 8 + 2

// Yak save vs Marav's breath: 8 //

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Ink cries out to Quill, "Like the Amman's Temple - scout the halls... Come back screeching if you see battle or blood!" Quill flies through the doorway where Ink thinks the commotion is coming from - scouting the halls for trouble! 

 

 // Does Quill comeback squawking like a crazed lunatic? //

Ink positions himself behind the remaining dwarf knight (4), flanking it with Marav, and tries his best to subdue him, attacking him with scimitars!

/ Atk 1 Attack: 10 Damage: 10

/ Atk 2 Attack: 11 Damage: 7

/Hasted Action Attack: 20 Damage: 7

/ Off-hand (ba) Attack: 24 Damage: 10

"you i think i'll turn into several boots, call them yugs maybe..." Matrix mumbles as he fires at the new yak

Ki empowered pew pews!

pew10 for 6 + 2

pewpew14 for 7 + 2

Thunder King sparks and sputters but doesn't fire, cursing he ducks behind the pillar

Ink doesn't feel any alarm from Quill, nor does he hear her screeching.

Matrix finishes off the yikaria warrior. The group made quick work of that one! (looks like it survived, thanks to Matrix's misfire)

Ink engages with the last remaining fighter.

// Crownsguard is up! //

Ink will telepathically request of Quill that she return and help with the battle in the throne room... // @Away -  let me know many rounds before Quill is in range of helping. //

Quill heads back. By dashing, she is able to end her turn about 40 feet from Ink.

Second Verse!

Attack: 24 Damage: 10 slashing + 11 fire damage

Attack: 19 Damage: 9 slashing + 7 fire damage

Crownsguard ends the yakfolk warrior and also manages to knock out the last dwarf knight. A yikarian warrior emerges from under this dwarf's skin, but he throws down his weapon and kneels down in surrender. 

At that point, Flint, your dwarf cleric friend, arrives on the scene with two of the nobles. More guards are hot on their heels. 

"What in Moradin's name...are there any dead?" He asks, looking around the room at all the dwarven bodies. 

// You're out of initiative now, feel free to act as you see fit. It has been almost a minute since the first dwarven knights were killed. //

Marav walks over to the king... His gravelly dragon voice as, "I assume you are alright?" He then lays down and watched everyone. 

"A few dwarves, but less then there could have been"

Ink yells at Flint, "This-knight-revivify!-Then-this-one-then-this-one-and-this-one-and-this-one..." Ink continues in a very rapid pace running around and pointing to the dwarves in the order they fell. "They-were-all-possessed-by-the-Yikaria!-They-need-to-be-debriefed-and-perhaps-we-should-quarantine-all-the-refugees-brought-here-until-we-can-determine-whether-or-not-they-are-clean-Wait-nevermind-Crownsguard-didn't-sense-any-evil-on-the-airship-except-maybe-Quill-as-she's-infernal-by-energy-but-still-quite-sweet-by-nature-and-and-... and..."

Ink is stunned for six seconds.

Flint sighs. He's already got diamonds in his hands. Kneeling, he revives the few fallen knights one by one. They waken, startled, and totally confused as to their surroundings. 

Harnoth nods to Marav, dusting off his robe. "Good show," is all he mutters.

The King's bodyguards surround the yikarian, and hold their weapons to his throat while the Iron Guard arrive and bind him. He says nothing. If no one interrupts, they will lead him away for "questioning." 

Flint grimaces, and sees the Iron Guard out. Meanwhile, King Harnoth has resumed his seat on the throne. After conferring with one of the returned elders, he turns to you and says regally, "We are grateful for your assistance in this manner. Please allow us to show our thanks properly. Medals of honor for service to the crown, and letters bearing our royal seal. Please do us the honor of staying a few days. We will commission your medals, and will see to it that you are honored as true heroes. This is, of course, in addition to the rewards waiting for you should you deal with the giant problem in Ironslag." 

As he comes to, the various mirror images around Ink fade out of existence. He stumbles, saying, "I'll never get used to that feeling."

He walks up to Flint, and says, "We still need to deliver the elves home safely and mount a rescue for Don... I don't understand the politics and etiquette or a Dwarven court - how do you we go about properly acknowledging the King's request, but still leave to do what we need to do?"

"By the way," Ink continues, "you seemed to have slipped pretty comfortably into a leading role around here - and rather quickly, too. Seems like you have a place here if you want it."

Crownsguard leans down at taps Ink on the shoulder, “Ink. Did you hear them? They stated that we are heroes.” Crownsguard does a little tiny jazz hands and raises his pitch in an excited whisper, “Hurray.”

He pauses, “After our previous escapades, this affirmation was necessary.”