>>5401597>Rolled 20 (1d20)You’re in for a penny, in for a pound (of boar flesh).
You hold the coarse shag of the boar tight in one hand and wrench the spear in with the other, the beast’s coat like chainmail. But your strength holds true, and with the aid of the beast’s momentum, you plumb the spear through the boar’s hair, fat, flesh, and skull into the brain beneath with a wet squelch.
It’s instantaneous. The beast’s low squeals die between its gnashing teeth, its legs folding beneath it as its body slumps into the brush along the riverbed’s side. You manage to avoid the brunt of the beast’s weight as it falls, the bear-like BOLSHAYAN BOAR now fallen.
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“Mmm. Well.. you did it. All by yourself.” Sigrid kneels before the beast’s side, renting flesh with a small knife. “This lard is decent. Thick. It’ll make a good base.”
“Shall I try to cast some healing magic, my lady?” You eye her arm, which still hangs bent from her shoulder. “It should be okay to use magic now, right?”
“The Bolshayan probably has some throes of life energy left in him. Could still taint the fat. I won’t risk it. I’ll bring the lard back the chapel and heal my arm myself.” Her voice is dull, almost sad. “We’ll have to figure out how to haul it back, though.. I brought a sled, but it looks a little big for one. And it’d be a shame to waste all this meat.”
>Cut what you can and haul it back.>Just excise some fat and leave the meat to the forest.>Request the mossperson’s help in hauling the boar back.>Write-In. 