Eilionwy scooped a claw full of living and undead in an attempt to pull a cheap shot towards the gold dragon and missed. The throw went wide and slammed against the magical barrier that protected the city. The ranger had a up close visual of the elven maiden now turned red dragon from his position on the wall. He had a clear line of sight of RED crystal upon the brow of the dragon's head.

"Strike now, Prince Willow! Sever the connection between the crown and the elf maiden!" Perthonexio seized the opportunity to hold Eilionwy long enough for the ranger hit his mark.

Without a moment's hesitation, Prince Willow nocked his arrow, took quick aim and cut loose with a single shaft that sliced through the air and found its mark shattering the red crystal upon the brow of the dragon.

The crystal shattered upon impact and the red dragon cried out in vain as its power over the elf maiden vanished and the form of Eilionwy now stood.

The looks of angry elves, dragonborn and one gold dragon bore into her very soul for all the chaos she had brought to the kingdom of Northaven. She tried to bolt and was caught by a silverdragon, "LET ME GO, YOU STUPID DRAGON!"

"You're awfully mouthy for a traitor, you really should be quiet," The silver dragonborn growled at her with contempt.

Perthonexio's form shrank back down to the elementalist as she walked over to the tiara and picked up the bits of crystal and reassembled them.

Eilionwy gasped, "WHAT?! YOU'RE THE ONE THE RED SPOKE OF? THAT WAS MINE! HOW DARE YOU!"

"The Helm of the Red Dragon is a piece of the Crimson Dragon armor, Eilionwy," Alyson paused briefly before placing the tiara upon her own head, "It was unfortunate that you found it, or that someone decided they could manipulate you with it but alas it didn't like you. You were just a means to an end. Your fate, however, is in the hands of King Sunrider now."

Willow stood completely aghast from the ramparts as he discovered that the She-Elf to whom he was to be betrothed in marriage was not only the red dragon that plagued his people but also a traitor to their kingdom.

The form of the elementalist began to shapeshift into the true red dragon blended with the gold now. Taking to the air nearly knocked everyone to the ground in her wake as she went skyward with only one thing on her mind-to take out that Orb of Dragonkind.

***SSHHRRAACCKKAADOOOMMM!!!***

The red dragon, Deargerax unleashed a powerful single breath attack part scorching fire part stunning breath. Between the primordial surge of fire and the concussive force on Gruumasht, the Orb of Dragonkind cracked, splintered, and was melted into slag. The magic that held any power over dragons was gone.

High above the group came a female dragon's voice, "And your welcome! He's all yours, boys!"

Mandur shook off the ringing in his ear and stood back up, "Alright, lads the warlord is stunned and his armor is gone."

Ash also noticed that one of Gruumasht's axe heads was cracked and pointed it out to Irzen and Birch.

The Bronze Man brought up his arms and Mass Healed the group. They all felt alive with purpose and hope anew.

Irzen quickly got to his feet and without a moment's hesitation charged forward and drove Evenflow deep into Gruumasht's back, "Ghil zhah vel'klar dos el, cretok xa'huuli!"

Translation: "Here is where you die, Orc trash!"

The orc warlord reached around his back seizing Irzen by the head and with a grunt pulled the swordsman weapon and all out of his back with a laugh, "YOU'RE NOT VERY BRIGHT ARE YOU, IRZEN! HERE LET ME SHOW YOU HOW YOU SHOULD--URK!!"

Lazheros blasted Gruumasht with a Guiding Bolt and followed through with Sacred Flame. The Radiant fire stopped whatever fell sorcery allowed the orc to heal, "That should shut you up, Gruumasht!"

Mandur followed suit with a summons of his spiritual weapon in the form of massive warhammer slamming into the backside of the warlord with a thud.

Gruumasht lost his grip on the swordsman from the flanking blow and grunted in pain.