"Gu'e! Natha lotha xxizz ghil? Qualla?" The Swordsman protested to The Cleric who appeared to Irzen's eyes not to be doing much of anything.

Translation: "Hey! A little help here? Please?!"

Suddenly the monster was knocked sideways to far left. It hit the ground with a thud as the scorching fire breath of Deargerax burned and blackened the skeletal structure that made up its left flank. Bringing her claws together she unleashed a massive fireball that slammed into the monster again.

"Excellent attack, noble Dragon!" Prince Birch cried out from behind Mandur's shield, "You are a true credit to the mother that gave you suck!"

The monster screeched and roared back on its side, all of its limbs thrashing violently to right itself up again. It heard the bardic prince now and lunged in his direction, jaws snapping.

Mandur countered with a powerful smite from his warhammer shattering the side of the lower jaw.

(O.O.C: I'm lost here. What is Birch saying??))

((O.O.C: Now you know what Birch is saying, so what do you think?))

Deargerax dove in steeply, her claws seized the spine of the monster impaling it on a series of broken weapons temporarily pinning it in place.

Barakas snarled with disgust at his latest monstrosity capability to taken down a handful of insignificant enemies on the battle field. Taking his bone staff and pact blade, he imbued the skeletal dragon with necrotic energy allowing it to drain the life of the living in order to regenerate faster.

The bronze man heard the swordsman well enough but his sights were on locating the warlock's exact position.

"GO! GO! GO! THRASH THAT MONSTER GOOD!" Prince Birch cried out in triumph as Deargerax renewed her attack.

The dwarven paladin grumbled as the monster continued to drive him further and further into the ground with each attack. "If you don't mind, Prince Birch, could ya please not insult our Red dragon ally! Yer version of inspiration is distasteful at best!"

"But I thought I was paying it a compliment," Prince Birch responded in pure innocence.

"Not here..*grunt* on the battle..*grunt*..field!" Mandur finally had enough to room to drop and roll out of the way as the massive claws slammed into the ground.

Ash deflected another slash from the monster and rolled out of the way with a counter strike from his sword to the left side of the skeletal monster's left claw, slicing through the weakened bone with a crack. "Birch, watch your footing!"

"Thanks, brother!" The Prince replied as he saw the opening his brother had made and sliced through the weakened bone even more in an attempt to deepen the crack.

Lazheros continued to make his way around and through the sea of corpses that littered the battle field towards the necromancer.

Deargerax snarled in frustration at the bardic prince's words of inspiration and was forced to jumped back and off the monster when it counter with a tail swipe. "Silence with that prattle, elf-blood! The only one who's going to suck is YOU!"

"But it was a compliment!" Prince Birch responded in complete innocence, "I mean't no harm, noble dragon, I was only giving credit where credit was due to your power and magnificence. Nothing more."

The skeletal monster renewed its multi-attack on the group with a claw swipe in Ash and Birch's direction, the other claw attack towards Mandur and Irzen.

When the skeletal monster swiped at Irzen with its claw attack, Irzen ducked down below its guard and came upward with a sword swipe of his own that neatly lopped off the creature's paw altogether.

Deargerax cut loose another blast of scorching breath that incinerated half of the tail knocking it off balance when it went in for a bite attack just missing all of them.

Barakas decided to up the ante and dropped Cloudkill in the middle of the battle which was countered by a Gust of Wind from somewhere nearby.

Birch was barely able to deflect the claw swipe with his own sword giving his brother a perfect opportunity to strike at it.

The bronze man zeroed in on the necromancer's position and charged in full sight of the half-orc's peripheral vision. Bringing the warhammer up and over his head, Lazheros struck with the sound of an ear shattering thunderclap against the chest of Barakas. The half-orc gasped staggering backwards. His concentration broken and the summoned monster literally fell to the ground in pieces. The necromancer struggled to maintain his footing but slipped on the slick blood soaked earth. Shouting in draconic with a religious fervor, the warhammer slammed one final time sent the half-orc into the hereafter, *wux re vanquished, marfedelom arcanissar!*

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The battle for Northaven was over and the remnants of the horde fled back down the valley, what was left of them. Mandur grabbed his horn and blew it three times signalling that the battle has ended. A cry of cheers echoed throughout the valley and the surrounding area.