The party killed off the two casters fighting them with Zirul decapitating the second caster since he was nearly dead already. Zirul charged the group, grabbing three of the other lesser casters and crashing over the side of the mountain with them. It is unclear where he and they went.
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Zirul, fueled by the blue flaming fiery energy of Iallanis, Giant Goddess of Love, Mercy, and Beauty, took three of the monstrous necormancer abominations into his arms. By now the waves of energy had made Zirul start to grow, becoming endowed with the strength and size of the giants. He crushed them together has he lept over the side of the mountain with them. Falling for several seconds, casters tumbling, Zirul grabbed the Holy Avenger Longsword breathed in blue flames and began slicing at them. Divine energy crackled in the air like blue lightning as it swept away their magic protections.
Hitting the side of the mountain in a first bounce, now Zirul and the casters all were spinning. A cloud of dust erupted and then a blue flash appeared again, Zirul's blade spinning around him, landing critical after critical against the evil falling with him. Another second and the base of the mountain appeared. Zirul slowed and floated, not striking the ground except in a light fall. What was left of the necromancers that landed was swallowed up by the dry ground.
Zirul pushed himself up off the ground, blue flames still burning in his eyes, blue streaks running through his hair, blue flames on his sword there for a moment and reflecting off the shine of his armor, and then gone as he sheathed it and fell to the ground. Zirul let out a gasp and he lay there, a huge lump of giant-sized exhaustion at the base of Mount Waterdeep.
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