Not wanting anyone else to get hurt, Dorno hurries down the tree a bit and out across a branch.  The cougar launches itself at the crazed elf hoping to take it to the ground, biting and clawing all the while.

Bründir draws his blade and squints at the shimmering blade, it's sigil flaring above the cross-guard. He stammers for a moment, wordlessly fumbling for anything that describes his surprise. Finally, he just starts to chuckle, then gives way to joy as he charges across the bridges and platforms toward the screams and chaos.

The elf is stronger than expected and tosses Dorno to the side, avoiding the bite. As the druid pushes himself back onto his paws he finally sees the guard's face. It is indeed Nodron.

As Bründir draws closer to the source of the noise, the dull glow of his blade gradually grows brighter, until a thin line of runes can be seen illuminated along its length.

 "What's happening? Why that guard is injuring all those people? " asks Thurston to Val as they run tryiing to get down there and help Dorno. 

(Dash until he is close enough to abjure him using his channel divinity feature ) 

"Stop right there you treacherous soldier! Fear Thor's judgment and prepare for I will carry his sentence!!" 

Vark's eyes grow wide at Bründir's suddenly glowing blade. The look of wonder takes on a tinge of panic as the noise reaches him, and the sorcerer takes off running after his friend. Fearing the worst, Vark casts mage armor, manifesting a barrier of protective magic around himself like a magnetic field. The burst of elemental magic sends him sailing forward, feathery clouds trailing behind him as he tries to reach the disturbance.

Nodron twists unnaturally to look at Dorno. His legs remain planted where they stand, while his torso turns a full ninety degrees until he can focus his attention on the creature that just leapt at him from above. He lets out a feral shriek, his eyes wild and his jaw stretching further open than it should, and begins to run at Dorno, limbs flailing wildly. He smashes into the cougar at full speed, knocking him from his feet and sending him skittering to the edge of the wooden platform, one paw hanging just over the side.

The druid pushes himself to his feet, shaking his fur out as he does so and takes off running towards Thurston and Valaith. Nodron screams in fury and pounds after him in pursuit.

The creature ignore him. He should have waited to be closer to it, and now his friend could be in troubles. 

"You always act before thinking Thurston " his grandfather used to say to him " that will be the end of you, and probably of all the familiy" he used to add. But that wasn't the time to think in the past or his family. He rushed forward, trying to avoid the fleeing elves and goes to the other side of his druid friend, trying to cut the posible escapes of the guard. 

"Stay where you are!" he says to the elf. "We don't want to hurt you... more..." 

Valaith looks over at Thurston and shrugs at his question. "I don't know. What I do now, is that we need to take him down quickly..." With each word that leaves her lips, her breath fogs in the air and the very air around her becomes bitterly cold. Suddenly a ice begins to encase Valaith and Thurston in a protective layer, hardened around weak points on the body; neck, shoulder, torso, joints... Valaith turns to look at Thurston with a grim, cold smile as she suddenly rushes Nodron with her hammer held low, her footfalls thundering across the walkway as she lets out a wordless battle cry! She skids to a halt, swinging her hammer upward in a vicious arc, using the momentum of her sudden rush to give tremendous force to the blow!

Valaith's hammer sends Nodron stumbling back, but doesn't seem to take as much out of him as it should. The elf doubles over as he staggers, but then his head snaps up abruptly and he snarls furiously at the goliath. His tongue lolls out and saliva drips from his mouth. The stench is horrific.

Behind Thurston, Lúthedir also rushes forwards. He gasps when he sees Nodron and instinctively plants his feet on the bridge in a broad stance, side-on to the combat ahead. Planting the fist of his forward arm in his other palm, he draws the arm up and around in a broad arc until it is facing Nodron, opening his palm as he does so. Where the palm brushes through the air above him several glowing sigils appear in red and orange. Then, in a burst of motion he punches three times in the air and jets of fire streak forwards, slamming into Nodron's chest. There's a sizzling crackle and the stench of burning flesh slowly spreads throughout the area.

Dorno at least succeeded in taunting the enraged elf a bit, but his cougar attacks were not effective.  The druid decides to try another tactic now that his friends have arrived and moves quickly to put Val between him and Nodron before shapeshifting back into his natural firbolg form.

The gentle giant swiftly stuffs his paw into one of his many belt pouches and pulls out a fistful of seeds, forcefully smashing them onto the back of his shield and tossing the dusty remnants into the air.  The dust begins to glow a bit and Dorno swipes an open palm back down towards the ground through the cloud he has created just as a large column of silvery light descends over Nodron.

(Nodron is burned with radiant light at the start of his next turn.  DC13 CON for half damage.)

12

Falling from the sky like the mighty Bifrost itself, Dorno's Moonbeam drops like a hammer of hardened light.

Nodron screams again. First in frustration, then in anguish as the light purges the darkness tainting him. Like holy fire cauterising a wound. He writhes and struggles to escape it, but it holds him in place. Forcing him ever closer to the ground, until he is pushed down onto his knees. His back is arched. His mouth wide open in a now soundless wail as he stares wild-eyed up at the heavens.

Finally the barrage stops. Only Nodron remains. Motionless... and lifeless.

Moments later, Vark blinks onto the far side of the platform. Simultaneously, a tall elven warrior dressed all in shining silver full plate appears from between the buildings to the right, brandishing a long, curved, two-handed elven blade before him. His intense golden curls make him immediately recognisable as Lord Keltin. From beneath the platform, Lady Lelfaer also appears, floating up out of the darkness like an icy goddess shrouded in black and green light, her eyes ablaze.

However, the battle is already won. Dorno, the Firbolg shapechanger, is the hero of the hour.

Forcing his way onto the walkway through the crowds, with the stumbling gait of a drunkard, Jex looks at Dorno, at the crumpled body and back again.

"Very well then. It appears we are too late. Bravo Dorno Shapechanger. Perhaps you should lead with that next time?"

He grins and gives a wink, before turning into a drunken, exaggerated bow towards the obvious royalty. Jex's elven features seem exaggerated here compared to when the group first met him, and his skin even seems somehow paler, he could almost be mistaken for a true elf, with his bow upon his back and a natural coloured tunic that he has changed into when retrieving the loot from the wagon.

Dorno looks sheepish as the Lady arrives, putting his head down and saying "Sorry for more trouble and hurting the scary elf man, Lady."  "Dorno maybe did too much.  I didn't want him to hurt more people.  I'm sorry."

Dorno looks a little confused by any initial praise, as he isn't sure if they are in trouble for being involved with this trouble with the undead or not.

Vark stumbles out of his silver cloud, hands raised and ready to blast the assaulting creature, but they fall as he realizes the battle is over. “Wha- what was that? Is that... the guard? What happened?” he mutters.

Bründir rushes onto the platform with Jex, too little and too late for the fight. He pokes the corpse a few times with his sword to make sure the arisen guard is finally dead before turning to the royalty present, "We didn't do it..."

Lady Lelfaer alights atop the platform, the eldritch aura fading from around her, and Lord Keltin sheathes his blade across his back. They both approach the Firbolg and the Lady places her fingertips softly under his chin, raising it until he looks her in the eye.

"Did you knowingly bring this evil among us, sweet, gentle Dorno?" She asks, shaking her head in time with his. "No. You did not. What you did was act quickly and save more of our people from harm, and for that we owe you a debt." She looks to Keltin who nods in kind.

"I name you Dorno Elffriend. You will always be welcome among our people, here and beyond. Now, I will see you and your friends in the morning. We have much to discuss."

She then turns and addresses the crowd.

"In the mean time, anybody harmed, or touched by Nodron while he was not himself should gather in the great hall, so that we may ensure that no further harm comes to you!"

The words are intended to be comforting, but the people are nevertheless unquiet at such talk. Can they no longer trust their own?

Valaith fights back the sudden urge to empty her stomach of the delicious contents contained therein when the stench hits her nostrils, but she is able to overcome the nausea. She watches in awe of the rescued elf from the cave whips out some sort of strange magical attack, but before she can say anything she suddenly winces from the bright pillar of light. Instinctively she raises her arm up protectively in front of her face as she watches the brutal assault of the moonbeam upon the afflicted elf with eyes squinting, but clearly in awe of the raw power of the spell. Once the threat is over, Valaith turns to stare at Dorno wordlessly with a large smile upon her lips and gives him a respectful nod.

When the Lord and Lady appear, she stows her hammer and looks around to ensure there are no further threats in the immediate area. "M'lady, perhaps we could assist your people with gathering the wounded? We should work quickly though, I would not want to say anyone else come to harm this night."

Dorno's expression quickly changes as the lady lifts his chin, a smile forming on his face just as quickly as his ears start to wiggle.  He humbly whispers "thank you, Lady".  As she speaks more he replies "scary elf guard man did touch Dorno, but big cat Dorno."  "I will come to the good hall."

Before the firbolg heads to the great hall he turns to Thurston and Val and says "we did good!"  "The Lady is Dorno's friend now!"  He couldn't look more excited.

"Y-yes you... certainly saved the day it seems. Good job. But I... I'm worried. C-clearly whatever they were doing in that camp had some sort of... effect. What if there are more of those things." 

Bründir catches up to the others in the aftermath. After mention of the Great Hall and assisting with the wounded, the dwarf nudges Val's leg, "Oi, ye're one o' th' ones who'd understand my meanin', but ye ever seen a rabid animal what bit a person? Not long 'fore they both..." He pulls a finger across his neck and winces.

As everyone sets off (their destination to be determined shortly, I assume), Bründir notes to anyone nearby who listens, "My sword glows, by the way. Funny thing, olf hand-me-down from me ma, full of wives' tales an' superstition, an' the hunk o'steel turns out to be special after all!"