The Jabberwock was worthy of its title of a legendary threat, in Devague's opinion. It was tough, canny, and had a variety of abilities that made fighting it just as hard as any other dragon would be. But it shared the same innate weaknesses all dragons had, and that was it could only act so fast and was often alone. And the pack tactics the group was using against it was telling. Devaguea got another enervation off, this one also scoring against the monster, and he could feel its hate for him spike, clearly aware of what he was planning. It lunged past the others, a couple disconcerted by the burbling and opening a hole JUST big enough. And the monster tackled the lord again, but this time it managed to get a claw around his neck, impeding his ability to cast verbal spells.<br/><br/>As everyone else tried to pull the Jabberwock off him enough for him to get loose again, except for the Wiggling man who gave ground to avoid being dispersed by its thrashing, Nyrissa judged the beast had been weakened enough. "Your pointless resistance ends now, monster, begone from this realm and trouble us nevermore. Finger of Death!"<br/><br/>And with that, she hit the Jabberwock dead center in the forehead. And a legend died with nary a whimper.<br/><br/>As everyone took a moment to realize the threat was over, Devaguea coughed from under its considerable bulk. "Get... this... thing off me please!"<br/><br/>Once freed from the pinning weight, and Anke had cast Gentle Repose on it, the group began teleporting back to the castle, and getting ready for the meeting with the Eldest, while Devaguea teleported again and returned with the corpse. Once they were back, Nyrissa and Devaguea teleported to meeting spot with Sena and the giant bee. Dev was carrying the rapier and the crown, though he had no idea if the latter would work as proof of his claim to these lands. Honestly, his best proof of claim was the effort he and the others had put forward, but how did he show it?