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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 1922860" data-attributes="member: 143">Chapter 290An avian cry drew Zenna’s attention to the side, and she turned toward the chasm to see a huge eagle rise up into view.  For a moment she thought that she’d lost her senses, but then, as the mighty bird lifted higher on the beats of its powerful wings, she saw that in its claws, clutched tightly...“Dannel!” she cried in relief.  The giant eagle, or more accurately the wild shaped Shensen, came forward and dropped the elf lightly to the ground at Zenna’s feet, then lifted into the air again with another loud screech, winging over toward the dracolich.Arun, unable to reach the dracolich, had not spent the last moments in vain.  Even as its breath blasted over him he focused his thoughts and sent out a call for aid.  And that call was answered, as a familiar reptilian figure appeared, clambering over the edge of the catwalk, a calm intelligence shining in its amber eyes as it took in the situation, and approached Arun, waiting to be commanded.  The paladin leapt smoothly into place atop Clinger’s back, loosing his shield and grasping onto the harness there with his off-hand, holding his sword aloft in challenge as the celestial lizard started toward the wall.   Beorna’s spiritual weapon finally scored a hit, as Helm’s Blade drove solidly through the bones of one wing, smashing the entire limb and sending a clatter of loose bones falling toward the ground below.  The templar, lacking another spell that could harm it, drew out her bow, and was sending huge arrows up at it, trying to find a weak spot where the missiles could do damage. Shensen flew past, just out of the dracolich’s reach, and let out a loud screech.  A bolt of lightning lanced down from above, drawn by the power of the druid’s still-active call lightning storm spell.  The bolt lanced through the weakened drake’s spell resistance, sending a bright flare through the unholy light the shone within the depths of its damaged skull.  Turning away from the ineffective barrage from below, and the mounted dwarf just beginning to essay the slick vertical wall, the dracolich leapt into the air after her.  “Shensen, look out!” Mole yelled.  The eagle darted around the Soul Pillars, slicing between them in a tight acrobatic turn.  But although Vittris Bale was less agile in the air, the dracolich was surprisingly fast, and in its centuries of captivity it had come to know this place very, very well.  The eagle emerged into the open air to find the undead dragon looming over it, Bale’s claws extended toward her.  The companions could only watch, their missiles passing around or through the skeletal dragon’s fleshless body without harming it, as the eagle turned and floated up into the dracolich’s waiting embrace.  Even as its claws pierced her, tearing at her adopted body, she released a final furious cry.  At that call a last bolt of liquid energy stabbed down from above, striking the dracolich solidly in the skull.  Vittris Bale let out a terrible scream, a cry of torment and suffering that went beyond mere pain, and then with a bright flash of white light its skull exploded.  The draconic body, trailing smoke and lingering sparks of light, plummeted into the darkness below, the giant eagle still trapped in its embrace.  One by one, the companions—including Dannel, who’d come to slowly from Zenna’s cure critical wounds spell—gathered at the edge of the catwalk and stared into the black abyss below.  They had won, but again the cost had been high. “Shensen...”</blockquote>

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