Rolled 19, 4, 11 = 34 (3d20)
>>5295296>>5295285>>5295279>>5295272>>5295270>>5295268>>5295262>>5295261>>5295258>>5295310You had been wanting to hold onto your Potion of Titans’ Strength for a while longer. It might have been your hoarding instinct, or a sense that it would prove vitally useful later… But what danger truly waits ahead for you, except kobolds? And what kobold requires such strength to best? No, you may as well use it now—you may never even live to SEE these rebel kobolds if you don’t use it now! You pull the potion from your belt, hurriedly uncork it, and swig the contents.
The Devourer does not sit idly by while you do this. It does not understand what you’re doing, obviously, but you’d wager it remembers that you were the one that cracked its carapace across its forehead, and no creature would appreciate such an affront—certainly not an apex predator sued to roaming unchallenged. It lashes out at you with its tendrils, even as the thick, syrupy potion fills your mouth with an unpleasant bitterness. You raise your arm to shield yourself…
>10And block the blow utterly! You stare in shock for a moment at how easy it was to catch the impact with your forearm, armoured though it is. Gradually, a sensation of warmth, faintly electrifying, fills you. You spasm slightly, but hold your stance as the power of ancient giants flows through your veins and permeates your nerves, tendons, muscles, seeping into your very bones.
You grin at the perplexed and startled Devourer. He reels back, but you have not just blocked the frond-antenna, but captured it in a clawed grasp. You are grateful for the gold plating along the claw-tips of your gauntlets, sparing your armour instantaneous oxidization as you cut off the monster’s escape.
“My turn,” you say.
>14 You release the antenna suddenly, and the monster’s own momentum carries it backwards as you bullrush forwards. You are mighty, yes, but you are still relatively small, and you slip under the confused behemoth’s frantic counter-attack and into its blind-spot. Once underneath it, youpress your hands into its underbelly and behn to drive forward,a dn to push upwards. You original goal is to push it back into the superheated stone—something you can do now, with yoru prodigious and uncanny strength, but… Welll…
>Not a 15Your strength is the Devourer’s EQUAL, but not greater than that of this ancient horror, and your grip on such a foe is awkward and tenuous for the difference in size. As it begins to lash out more violently, you nearly lose your grasp on the thing several times. It’s all that you can do to hold it in place!
“N-now!” you roar. “Someone, anyone, take the shot!”
