Draiss gave Ellistraee as much as he could, getting her followers out of the way, and in several cases pulling all of the civilians and defenders out of the cities and onto the heavily guarded plane that he had broken from his 'afterlife' plane for them. His companions would note his rapidly deteriorating mood the longer the war went on, and the longer he spent in the war rooms, trying to figure out some way to give his ally a little more relief, though since he had elected to tie his hands, he was forced to used proxies and mortals, and did not like it. On the last day, he returned to the war room, and felt something was different immediately. He stared at the screens, and sent Ellistraee a heart felt goodbye, and a promise to look after her followers and daughters that managed to make it to the garrisons or small outposts, as well as to eventually strike back at Lloth for her.<br/><br/>Lloth had gotten her desire to smite a few of the constructs, ones he had warned about their course of action, but hadn't listened, though it was only a handful of dozen at most. He carefully wove his tactics, assisting as he was able, amplifying the spells of the defenders, and causing a couple of completely random wild magic spheres where magic was a threat to everything, not just the target. He knew he was spitting into a tsunami, and that his rage at his own helplessness was not helping, but all he could really do was watch and wait for his friend to die.