[Post Here First] Eastern Desert

Cyronin watched the giant dragon roar, swinging its head back. He knew that if he could get close enough it to touch it, it would dissipate, but there was no chance of that. He was so far away, and there was a considerable mass of undead between here and there. Still, he decided he might as well make his way through as much of the undead horde as possible, and so drew his blade, raising it over his head in a signal to charge.

Behind Cyronin, the veterans of his legion followed him into the fray, hacking and slashing the reanimations with reckless abandon, as the mages moved into the centre of the group. Before long, a 'flying v' formation built up, with Cyronin at the point and his warriors streaming down the side, while the mages, still charging their spells, built up energy in the centre.

Further along the lines, General Smythe's Second Legion, comprised of archers and infantrymen stood, forming two loose rows behind the tight frontline of the shield wall. It proceeded forwards slowly, with the bowmen occasionally popping enchanted arrows over the top that, when impacted, detonated in a shower of holy fire. Shortswords flickered out of the tiny gaps between the shields, stabbing anything unfortunate enough to get in the way.

In the other direction, General Soames led the Eighth Legion of mounted knights forwards into the melee. The beauty of horses was that they were fast and agile, and so the knights cantered into formations of undead, breaking them apart and taking a few hits with their swords before riding away to attack from another point.

"FIRE!" The mounted mages unleashed their spells and sent an unrelenting volley of various energy blasts towards the gigantic creature's neck. It was obvious the creature was about to fire something at them capable of annihilating their entire battleline, so they knew their best option was to deflect it. The impact of the blasts would hopefully cause the creature to swing its ugly neck away from their forces.

All the other forces focused on the undead ambush, fighting alongside the Isranians.

Of course the Falcon Corps had their birds of prey retreat from that creature. But they weren't done yet. As the birds retreated, their falconers had them plant runes of a different sort in front of their line. (charge 1)

Although a significant portion of the Land-Tillers had been obliterated, there were still quite a few left. They looked on as their sacred guardian and even their venerable elder came to their defense.

The remaining Falcon Corps members unleashed their new spell. The sky was now littered with runes. On command, the runes activated.

Va'nei's attacks hammered against the monster. If it was made of flesh it would have been in agony. It releashed its lightning breath as Va'nei flew by.

Tuesirth's earthquakes took out its secure footing, the sands swallowing its feet. The elemental's smoke screen blinded the monster. Yerzan's screech would seem more effective than it should have been however. Not only did the undead encroaching against the living fall to pieces but so did the dracolich. Its lighting channeling into the sands melting and crystallizing them. 

Little did the combatants know that in Aaedan, the lich who rose the dragon had been slain. The magic fueling the dragon and undead dying out with it.

The sky above the desert removed the horrid clouds that soaked the desert in magical rain.