Rolled 36, 88, 100 = 224 (3d100)
>>5295330>19Right on cue, an arrow sails through the air and plunges into the Devourer’s mostly-unprotected underside. It is followed by another, and then a third. Each sinks deep. The massive rust-eater has the same vulnerability as its lesser kin, with a squishy belly, lacking in armour. For the Devourer, this was never a problem before—what other entity in these caverns could ever FLIP such a monstrous juggernaut? It had nothing at all to fear…
Until you.
The beast shudders and thrashes once more, but you hold on for dear life. As the blood drips down from the arrows, you begin to fear that it will tarnish yoru beautiful armour or, worse yet, that the still-living Devourer will regain its senses and strike back once more. Your potion will not last forever. With a grunt of exertion that grows into a mighty, reverberating roar of conquest, you rush it towards the red-hot rock wall behind it and hurl it forward. The blasted thing lands helpless upon its back, bleeding out from its arrow-wounds even as it cooks alive from the heat. Its shrieks are paralyzing, a deafening death-knell… But only while they last.
They don’t’ last long.
You take a moment to catch your breath, feeling the potion’s strength ebb out of you and exhaustion and intense muscle-soreness set in instead. You turn to see who your savior was, and see bruised and battered Olu the Degenerate—no, Olu the Archer!—grinning back at you with his squarish, white human-teeth. In his hand, he clutches his peculiar, surfacer-made bow.
“We should keep its head,” he suggests.
You laugh, and cannot help but agree. Not wanting to be hasty, you wait for it to bake a little while longer first, to ensure its death. While the Devourer cooks, you attend to the Apprentice, and his mentor the Pit-Guard. Neither is dead, but the Apprentice is badly-bashed upon the rocks, scales split in some places and bleeding internally in others. He will need to be moved carefully or, better yet, tended to here.
And as for ‘here’… Well, you came in hopes of glory and treasure. Though hard-fought, you have earned the former, and now, you claim the latter as well!
