Con save: 13 (+3 = 16)

Concentration DC10: 7 (+3 = 10)

The spirit guardians look to Flint in disappointment then dissappear.

Flint casts bless at L3 on the main party members.

Scratch that, I forgot to apply crownsguard's  aura, add 3 to each of those (thanks CG!).

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 As he does, a shining white blur passes overhead and with a rush of wings, the group of you is surrounded in a sudden flurry of burning frost!

The pale monster flies overhead from north to south and perches on the southern ledge, icy plumes still swirling from its cruel snout. A white dragon!

(Also, sorry, damage for the dragon breath is 27 cold. DC 13 CON save for half damage)

// Ink's CON Save 9 //

.... 

Ink nearly freezes solid, he groans at the pain he's in. He calls out, "Harshnag - the Dragon!" 

Ink focuses on the barbarians and sends a wave of energy there way. The flakes of snow slow around the barbarians, engulfing the biggest brute, the female shaman and the four barbarians closest to Harshnag.

// WIS Save DC 15 //

Quill screeches by Harshnag's head, hopefully drawing his eyes, and heads straight for the white dragon getting in its face before peeling away. (help action) 

Ink separates himself from the crowd, saying, "Don't clump up or that dragon will freeze us all in one breath!"

He steadies himself as he moves, drawing a second wind (9).

Flint charges between marav  and crowns guard and casts spiritual weapon to harass the chanting female in the back.

Warhammer+1: Attack: 26 Damage: 12

Spiritual hammer (force): Attack: 13 Damage: 4

Next round guardians damage (wis dc14): 18

// Clarification, Flint's Warhammer is against the first barbarian he encounters, stopping there, spiritual hammer is against the one in the back //

Con save 18 add 3 if im in CG aura

When Elk was hit by the dragon’s breath, the proud beast is frozen solid before vanishing, causing Rip to fall among a cascade of icy particles. (No damage to Rip)

Harshnag locks eyes with the white dragon, who he dwarfs in size, and then rushes after it, taking a barbarian axe in the leg as he runs.

He leaps and clambers expertly up the slick, frost-covered ledge, using his axe as a climbing hook. “Come and let’s dance!” He rumbles, greataxe ready, as he and the adolescent dragon size each other up.

Crownsguard turns to watch the battle, then turns back to the barbarians, “How strong do you think your chances are? I would argue...” Crownsguard’s armored body shifts as light exudes out of it, casting Shield of Faith, “...poor. What do you think?” He then hits them both once more with his armblade nonlethally!

Attack: 17 Damage: 4 slashing damage

Attack: 9 Damage: 8 slashing damage

He looks at his arm, “This is why I do not like these...”
Corrected, adv.:

16

15

OH CRIT: extra damage: 3 and I’m gonna throw in a first level smite: 15 radiant!

Rip will maneuver himself for max targets and cast a lvl 4 bane with a cha 14 dc

Steele hears what is going on and dashes in getting in place and begins looking for targets.

Marav is bloodied, huge gashes on his side and face, one of his eyes is sliced clean through the cut is deep and a little bone is showing through. His remaining eye stares at the slowed enemy in front of Flint and he bares his teeth in challenge.

Then the last axe smashes into him and his form shimmers and Marav appears the axe cutting into his side.

A few of the barbarians noticeably slow as Ink's manipulation of the frost around you impedes their physiological being. 

Crownsguard's smite lands hard, breaking through the barbarian's axe-handle and landing a vicious blow on his shoulder. The barbarian reels, still in slow motion.

Flint has an easy time as he engages his own barbarian, seeing as the other is effectively slowed almost to a standstill. 

Rip's Bane spell takes hold of a few of the enemies, and one of them even starts crying. 

// Marav did you have an action? //

Marav looks up, a small grin appears "You're gonna wish I was still a wolf." He points and concentrates muttering in druidic and suddenly a ball of flame appears directly in the middle of them.

//Flaming Sphere cast at 3rd level

Damage: 8
Dex 13 save for 1/2 damage

Marav's flaming sphere is rammed into one of the barbarians, nearly setting him on fire! 

The chief barbarian, the big one, paces behind the line of battle like a hungry animal. Suddenly, spear in hand, he hefts it and, with a keen eye and powerful arm, launches it with malice over a dozen yards straight at Ink! 

Attacking Ink: 20 Damage: 10 piercing & necrotic

While doing this, the chief yells something in the barbarian tongue, sounding quite on the punitive side. He draws his axe, waiting for an opportune moment, staying clear of the spectral guardians for now....

...while the shaman in the background, doing the best to rid herself of the effects of Ink's spell (but seemingly eager to obey the large barbarian), picks lifts her bow and sends an arrow at Harshnag's back while he grapples with the dragon. It sticks into the giant like a small needle striking a man’s flesh.

Meanwhile, the frontline barbarians, seeing Marav shift back into a half orc, look enheartened for s moment before the arrival of the flaming sphere. They maneuver angrily around Marav to get away from the sphere before laying into him again with their axes. 

Attacking Marav: 18 Damage: 15 slashing & necrotic

Attacking Marav: 9 Damage: 11 slashing & necrotic (-4 to the attack)

Seeing Flint approach, one of the barbarians who had been attacking Marav takes a cue from the others and pushes through Flint’s spectral guardians to take a swing at the armored dwarf.

Attacking Flint: 19 Damage: 9 slashing & necrotic

The southmost barbarian, not being affected by Ink’s slowing magic, runs past Crownsguard (provoking an opportunity attack if you wish) and rushes at Rip with his gigantic axe, screaming in a blood rage at the spellcaster...

Attacking Rip: 23 Damage: 18 slashing & necrotic (-2 to the attack) 

...while the remaining ones switch targets to the spellcaster Flint, pushing hard against the slowing and the ancestral guardians to hit the dwarf!

Attacking Flint: 22 Damage: 16 slashing & necrotic 

Attacking Flint: 20 Damage: 11 slashing & necrotic (-2 to the attack)

All throughout this, rage-inducing spirits still flit about the barbarians, phasing in and out of visibility.

The dragon and Harshnag are still locked in battle, and the distraction of the shaman’s arrow allows the dragon to lands a vicious bite on the giant’s ankle. He laughs raucously, as if tickled, before grabbing the dragon with both hands and flinging it into one of the giant iron sconces, knocking the sconce off the wall.

Ink dodges the spear without much thought... He sees a pattern emerge in the barbarians line - a nearly perfect circle. He knows what would fit such a shape. With a twirl and thrust he sends a small bead of red light behind the barbarian lines, dropping a bit behind the shaman.

Ink growls, "I guess we're find out how good giants' masonry really is." Then shouting, "Marav - disengage! TEN feet towards me!" 

// FIREBALL 26 fire damage, DEX Save 15 for half. //

Quill dive bombs the dragon, helping Harshnag before pulling away. 

After casting his spell, Ink turns his focus on how to aid Rip! 

 Concentration DC10 (x2): 9  24

 Staggered, Flint casts bless at L3 on the 5 main party members "Moradin aid us!"

Force hammer: Attack: 26 Damage: 9 against the female in the back.

As the barbarians hits Rip will use cutting words on the dmg as a reaction "big bad warrior going for the smallest enemy" 8

Arcane winds flutter around Rip as he leaps into the air using Tempestuous Magic no aoo, giving a rude hand gesture as he flips over the barbarians head and lads 10 feet away (towards and slightly below CG) "he's all yours Ink!"

Rip then turns to the Shaman and the leader "No spells from you, now stay. you too fugly" and casts hold person (wis save 14 or paralyzed) at third lvl

Crownsguard will continue his bopping!

Attack: 7 Damage: 8 slashing nonlethal

Attack: 25 Damage: 8 slashing nonlethal.

awww

Oh wait, advantage: 24 and 20 Hurray!

Concentration Check: 21

Marav's flaming sphere blinks out. He hears Ink's warning and disengages from his attackers. Crowding near Rip and Ink. 

He waves his band and casts Healing Spirit  he casts it in the form of an Elk in homage to CG's fallen friend. 

//Everyone it touches gets 2d6 hp back. Which should be Rip and Ink. 

Healing Spirit: 6

//My concentration check was originally 9//

con check 12 sleepy though 8