(Follows from remaining fragment BofP, Vol II, pg 783)…
The god of flowers and kni(ves?) could not kill this foe. He flew above the burning town of Skirl. And among the fire and smoke walked an arconite.
The corpses of (illegible) thousand Northmen filled the streets. And one hundred thousand more stood upon the backs of their (unknown term, trans-cold?) brothers in order to reach the great winged demon.
They hacked the arconite with steel and burned it. But the demon (laughed/howled?) and walked among them and slew the Northmen. All the men of Coreollis came forth to fight, and the men of Brownslough and those of (charred). One half of the (handsome?) god’s men died beneath the arconite’s club. The rest tried to flee. But the god of flowers and knives was wrathful.
(following two lines charred/indic. collateral PF impact)
Chains of bane were brought forth from (unknown term, trans-“city of voices,” see appendix 4a) to bind the arconite’s feet. It stumbled and fell and crushed many (dwellings?) in Skirl. But still it slew the warriors around it, for it would not return to Hell so easily.
(Excised) from Oxos came to poison the fallen demon. It would not die. (Excised) brought Worms to devour it.
It would not be consumed. Slaves (charred) from the Riot Coast, and set about the beast with hammers and (illegible). And after two moons the arconite had been pinned.
Even then they could not slay it, and so they buried it under the earth.
The god of flowers and knives brought forth a great rain to cleanse Pandemeria of (excised). But in his castle he brooded, for his army had been decimated. And under the drowned earth, the arconite still breathed.