>>5294934“Let’s carry on,” you say, motioning Paeris forwards. “There is more where that came from. I know it.”
It takes you several hours of hiking before you finally slow. You are deep in the earth now—DEEP deep, such that you feel warmth creeping up rather than the usual dull, damp cold.
“Quiet!” Paeris hisses to you all, before looking at you with embarrassment and alarm. “That is to say… Please, be quiet. I think I hear movement ahead.”
“It dens near a place of warmth—near a magma vent,” Oluwadamilare surmises.
“Well then, let’s go teach this inferior creature what race owns the deep earth, shall we?” the Pit-Guard suggests, back straight and head high despite his obvious exhaustion from all the travel.
In truth, all your men look tired. It ahs been a long day, and one with no shortage of adrenaline rushes and onerous physicality. You are an athletic sort, like all the males here (even weedy, elven Paeris). However, the Devourer has home-field advantage, is mightier than any one of you alone, and while you have been traveling, it ahs been resting. It has every advantage, save the injury you earlier inflicted.
What will you do?
>Send a scout ahead, to put eye son the thing and better plan your assault>Charge in as one unit, bellowing a war-cry and breathing flame, and attempt to corner the monster or drive it back into magma—whatever disadvantage you can create, so you can then slay it at leisure>Sneak in yourself, and attempt to use <Guidance> to place an arrow between its eyes>Try to bait the Devourer out into the tunnel-system, and lay an ambush for it [specify who will be bait]>Write-in 