The armiger here is not just out for revenge in general, there's genuine hatred in his eyes. But the big scary flying lizard (1) is big and scary and (2) just wiped the floor with better warriors than they have in the whole Furrows and possibly all of the Blade Grave. He settles for stomping on Jagged Remedy's hands until his fingers snap. 

War is terrible for people even when they aren't fighting horrible Abyssal death cults. At least that seems to have worked for now and he can get back to corralling as many of the fleeing Choristers as he can reach before they've gone too far. He'll fly unconscious bodies back to the hill later, if need be. 

There were just under twenty total and he'll definitely get at least twelve surrenders and two unconscious leaders. Most of them, and even one of the Scarlet Furies, are planning to stay surrendered. (The others are trying to hide it but he's an ancient silver dragon and there is definitely no one on this continent better at sensing motives than him who isn't an Archon or the Overlord.)

But the smaller gang is scattering and he got briefly interrupted, so he can either get the fourth Fury or half of that gang before they get pretty much totally lost in the canyons and rust-and-patina spikes of the Furrows. Well, or 'neither' if he likes. Just not both. (Unless he has some more tricks up his currently-nonexistent sleeves.)

He has some tricks, but none it's worth spending here and now. He'll prioritize the rank and file.

Once the prisoners who can be gathered have been, Ipaxalon lands to address the Unbroken. "Greetings. I am called Ipaxalon; I am a silver dragon from a place far from Terratus. I support the people of the Tiers in resisting unjust conquest. I apologize for my earlier brusqueness, but it seemed prudent to prioritize speed given the circumstances. I can heal, if you have injured among you." 

"That... would be appreciated," says the woman who'd been leading the defenders, "Is Ivona still breathing?"

"Still fogging the bronze, ma'am, just barely."

"Her first then. Then the walking wounded, while I check with the Captain. And thank you, Sir Ipaxalon; it's been a while since we had a surprise break our way."

(Incidentally, the aura on the fallen Crimson Spear has dissipated.)

It sounds like he's found Mattias. He will heal Ivona with a symbol (which also incidentally handles his own shallow cut) and then anyone else who needs it. 

That will all go smoothly and by the time he's checked everyone here, the woman with the rope will call him over toward Mattias and the wounded he was assisting with.

"Sir Ipaxalon? Thank you for your aid; I'm Captain Mattias, in general command. Jagged Remedy and his gang have been pressing us much harder than the Disfavored in the area. What, ah, brings you here?"

"A magical accident brought me to this plane of existence," again, "and I spoke with the factions around Sentinel Stand before deciding to support those resisting Kyros. Your Unbroken sent Janos on foot to alert you to the initial contact; once I communicated my intent to ally, they suggested I search for you here. I appear to have found you before he did. 

"Relatedly, the First Regent offered to negotiate on the reunification of the Unbroken. He may be willing to step down, if the Edict can be ended and an alternative governance peacefully established. After resolving our business here, I plan to convey this news to Duskwatch and pick up an envoy to discuss terms." 

"Well, that's unexpected. All of it, really." He's reeling, though he's making a strong effort to maintain his composure. "I've thought about the beginning of a plan to break the stormwall, but breaking the Edict, no idea beyond the obvious."

"I plan to attempt it once I am confident that doing so will not immediately result in a needlessly bloody three-way fight for Sentinel Stand. I have a few ideas myself, though they mostly involve hard-to-predict interactions between my magic and that of Terratus. Your thoughts on the stormwall might be helpful, if you feel inclined to share them.

"I expect we'll both have a lot of orienting to do if we want to work together to stop Kyros, but I also expect that it can be done. If you have questions for me, I'll do my best to answer." 

"Well, you're certainly not thinking small. Even breaking Edicts without using their terms as they were given, well, the Sages I asked said it had probably never been done. And 'probably' only because Kyros would certainly kill anyone who succeeded, and suppress the knowledge as best he could, and they think they'd notice but they're not sure. I just thought we might be able to get a picked group through the wall if we could find the Steadfast Insignia; it's been centuries since anyone so much as retreated a step beside it, from morale or force. It was with Regent Aspison in the west when the Edict happened."

"It is not my intention to save the Tiers from conquest only to let Kyros creatively murder everyone within. If we want to defeat this Overlord for good, we will likely need to find some way to counter Edicts. Speaking to any surviving Sages I can find seems to be rapidly rising on the priority list. And this Regent Aspison, if they yet live. Do you know of a way to contact either?"

"I'm nearly certain Aspison is dead but I don't know whether he was alive when the Edict hit; we haven't found his body and don't know where to look. There's some Sages out there, probably looking for lost relics or something in the Oldwalls, and I've been hoping to entice them to helping. But messenger birds obviously don't work, so we're limited to those we find in person on foot." (True.) "The last group of Sages I spoke to didn't want to fight Kyros," (False) "and left, but many of them do, I'm sure there are some in Stalwart somewhere."  (True.) "I've never been a grand strategist, just a commander with a good eye for subordinates; I've just been trying to win this war, and then make it hard enough for Kyros to try again that he backs down for another century."

"Hm, noted. I don't think seeking Sages in the Oldwalls is a good use of my time today, but perhaps I can spare a few hours soon. If you know any names, of those who might be alive and friendly, that could help as well." With divination magic, specifically, not that he's inclined to show those cards just yet. 

"I have considerable experience in deterring conquest," adds the dragon who got a world peace named after him, "and will assist the people of Stalwart as best I can in this. Besides the prisoners, do you have any immediate problems which might benefit from my aid?" Also, has he seen any dead Unbroken. 

There are some dead, yes, only a half-dozen (all from today) and not yet laid out for burial.

"Duskwatch would know better. Let's see, I think Sage Renata is one of their Captains, so to speak, in the Contested - Burning - Lands. I definitely spoke to a Sage Garus traveling near the Tier Ridge, and he seemed on our side, but he would have to be a good liar to pass Iron Hearth if he is, so I'm not certain of him. Sage Dissonans was one of the ones who headed north, and I think he might be persuadable. We'd surely appreciate your help with the prisoners; the Scarlet Furies particularly we gave up trying to take prisoner months ago, one in five broke loose, and then killed more of ours on her way out than we had captive. This many ordinary gangers... I don't know what we'd do. We certainly don't have anywhere to keep them."

"I will not begrudge you the necessity of executing the prisoners if there's no feasible alternative, but I'd at least like to try to find one. By all accounts the Scarlet Chorus forcibly recruits civilians, and I hope to offer the captives a way out. I have the means to confirm honesty if they agree not to make you regret sparing them. I'm less confident in my ability to persuade the hardened soldiers, but they might at least be coaxed into revealing important knowledge." 

"They try to forcibly recruit soldiers, too. It doesn't often work."

"Well, Bastard City mercenaries."

"They barely counted. If we had territory where we could put farmers, it would be worth trying. But what can we do if they swear to forsake Kyros? Even people of Stalwart have only stayed to fight; most left. And then they're back in the Voices' reach. Forsworn or tortured, or both. I'd have to be pretty certain of them - and of Nerat not laying traps - to trust my men's lives to them as soldiers. Any craftswomen*, maybe. Or those born of Stalwart."

*(Culturally this is default gender and inclusive, not marked, related to the 'women own land' thing.)

"Can you keep them for a matter of hours? I can teleport, and can attempt to transport the willing to an allied or neutral settlement, if one can be found." Or in a demiplane, assuming the Astral Plane is still reachable from here like it was from Earth, but he really does not want it to leak to Kyros that he can make those. 

"We can," he says after a moment, "But finding a place they'd be concealed from Nerat might be difficult. He's found things we thought less than a hand's worth of people knew about, all of them well-trusted. I suppose you could dump them somewhere in the east; they'd be given to Kyros but not the Chorus, and I don't know his penalties for surrendering but they're probably better than Nerat."

Thank the Eldest for mind blank. "I suppose I ought expect no less from one called the Archon of Secrets. Are the whereabouts of this Nerat known, even generally?" 

"He is - they are? - usually in Cacophony, up in the Stone Sea, but some of his elite are his Eyes, and rumor says there's nothing inside their minds but Nerat snooping and puppeting. And there's a less common rumor, but I believe it, that not all his Eyes know what they are. So... could be any Chorus. Maybe."

Well, that's going to be a nightmare for managing prisoners of war. Ipaxalon takes a minute to ponder this. 

"I believe I may have a workaround, although it will take some time to set up. A little over two hours. 

"At present, my plans are as follows: Inspect the prisoners closely for signs of lingering magic, leave for several hours to make arrangements to hold them, return, individually heal and speak with the prisoners, vet them via my own methods, remit into your keeping those you will accept, contain those who seem containable by myself, and execute those who prefer execution to imprisonment or who seem infeasible to securely hold. 

"I would heal the prisoners sooner, but I do not wish to put more strain on your capacity to hold them than I must. I would also ask for a chance to speak briefly to your soldiers before I depart. During my absence, I will be some distance above your forces, likely concealed from your sight but able to intervene if there is an attack. Finally, I would ask to perform certain brief rituals on behalf of the deceased, once the matter of the prisoners has been settled and the risk of eavesdropping minimized. 

"Is there aught you would add to this, or questions you would ask of me, or obvious flaws which my lack of context on Terratus might expose?" 

Mattias looks at a few of those around him, trying to find any problems.

"Rituals for the dead?", Ivona suggests.

"Good point. I don't expect it will be a problem, but we've tried to keep traditional rites, including for burials. What's your intent with those?"

"I would ask you to delay burial for a few hours. There will be magic involved, which is why I recommend settling the prisoners first, denying Nerat a glimpse of the process on general principles. Among my intentions is to attempt to determine whether the creatures of Terratus possess souls, as do most creatures from my home plane. If they do, it should do them no harm."