Hours later, a filthy brass hand was found. "She's nute breathen." Bilbanus stated. The Dwarven team unburied the lifeless dragon and through much training in leverage tied and pulled the Great Wyrm's corpse from the cave. Paziameira's lifeless form laid on her stomached, looking as majestic as when she were alive. Gehran gave his orders "Let's fetch the cleric and see whute she cune do." Bilbanus interrupted, "Gehran, she bae dead." With but one glance Bilbanus knew it didn't matter to Gehran.

Florellia approached the Great Wyrms corpse and placed her hands upon the Dragons chest where the heart lied beneath. She prayed for 2 hours straight without any results. An already exhausted Florellia fell asleep with all hope lost.

The dwarves held their head in silence. No one noticed the group of Earth Elementals that entered the cave.

The sun peaked up over the trees and hills waking the army of Althainia. A battalion of Calvary and a handful of knights had arrived this morning and were discussing their orders with Kalaman. The smell of a freshly killed cow took over even the awful stench of Dolund'ir as many men enjoyed what could very well be their last meal. Kalaman thought to himself," If this is our last meal, at least it will be one of fresh meat and not anything dried. That food is for Rangers."

The smell of freshly grilled steak carried over to Florellia, which awoke her. She stood, still very exhausted and tried to open her eyes. She stood in complete shock. "The dragon, its gone!" And then it hit her. Florellia ran towards Kalaman screaming and throwing her hands and cursing. "You animals! You ate the Dragon" Many soldiers' faces turned sour as the spit out the chewed up meat in their mouths. A couple of Dwarven soldiers shook their heads, a few muttering that Dragon meat was not half bad. Kalaman laughed heartedly. "This is cow!" He blared trying to talk in mud laugh. Suddenly, a great gust of wind blew Florellia's hair back and the Brass Dragon landed before her. "Where is it? " asked Paziameira, blinking innocently. Florellia blushed a deep red and muttered something about a long night.

The Althainian force had armored up and prepared for another long day of battle. As it had the days before, the catapult began launching boulders (some supplied by Jormunganders lightning blast) at the Goblin city.

Jerluk readied his troops. The goblins numbers had dwindled, but 2 units of infantry had been gathered from their reserves and a handful of knights had formed. Grozz and Brudon received their orders and left to their units. Gaira eyed the Calvary outside the city and gathered his pikemen, ready to take out the riders. He grinned as he thought to himself what a hero in also killing the horses would make him. The meat would be well met. Cetjem rounded his knights and prepared for battle.

Back in his throne room, Tarion could do nothing but ache. Every breath he took and every word he muttered lit the back of his head on fire he thought. He was comforted by his blurred vision since most units now seemed twice as big.

(Continued in part 2)