Slowly moving out of the fiery, swirling mass within the portal, came a most awesome and frightening sight.  Slowly it came, inch by inch, moving through the portal.  It's flesh had long since dried, and it's teeth were bare and black with decay.  It's eyes glowed red with hellfire as it surveyed the scene.  The dracolich had come, the undead dragon was coming to deal death to the warriors of Ikros.  As it's head cleared the portal, the dracolich let out it's horrifying scream, a pain filled, seething roar of torment.

    As the undead creature freed itself from the portal, more sounds emanated from deep within.  The sounds of demon horses galloping at full speed were heard, and soon demon riders began to pour forth from the portal.  These warriors all saluted Zakar as they exited, and then began to charge the front lines of the battle.  Garalt could hear the shouting voice of Garn, doing his best to hold back the unholy creatures, but he was obviously losing.  With each consecutive word of his incantation, Garn's voice cracked more and more, and his voice became weaker and weaker.  Garalt suspected it was taking every ounce of power within him to keep the vile creatures at bay, and within minutes the barrier would collapse.

    The dracolich quickly charged out into the front lines of the battle, crushing the unfortunate members of the horde, as well as the atoll mage knights, who got in it's way.  But upon meeting the resistance of the paladin's spell, it was halted.  The dracolich roared in defiance, pushing with all its might against the invisible holy ward.  Unfortunately for the warriors of Ikros, it seemed that Garn's attention was now fully focused on keeping the dracolich at bay, which let the horde right through.  The Ikrosian Legion were now fighting the horde unprotected, and though they fought bravely, and the undead would fall to their weapons, the skeletal horde would simply get back up to fight anew.