![]() Soon you have removed one of the beast's horns and handed it to Theophilus, who places it in a sack made from the same dark material as his cloak. With a mighty blow to the head, you knock the devil unconscious. Precision Gambit (1 tiny moving Success) Success "You brought me here so this mortal could harvest my horn? I thought you were my friend!" A) Attempt to strike the little Devil. "Ah! What? You want my horn?" the little devil exclaims, looking around. It will be angry and you have not the means to kill it." Encounter ends. "Do not be here when it wakes up, mortal. He regards the limp form of the hellspawn. I must immediately prepare it," Theophilus says, turning to leave. The child sized creature seems oblivious to your presence for the moment. "Hey Theophilus, you called?" the devil asks, looking up at him. A short, horned creature steps out as the portal closes again. The whistle releases a sharp note and a fiery portal appears between the two of you. ![]() "Strike quickly though," he pauses to add, "or it may escape and you will spend countless lifetimes regretting it." "I know of one that will be easy to overcome," he says, producing a silver whistle from his cloak. "The first task will be to harvest the horn of a diabolic creature." "The spell that will be your salvation requires several unique ingredients," the cloaked figure explains. He limps from the shadows to sit next to you, although somehow the fire fails to illuminate his form at all. "You have glimpsed your doom, I take it? The curse is in the cards, you know." You are camped on the side of the road one moonless night when a familiar pair of yellow eyes suddenly appears beyond the light of the campfire. ![]() "Do not fall to despair - we will meet again soon." Event 2 He looks up at you, his yellow eyes glowing faintly. Doing so may test your spirit, but that's better than eternal darkness, hey?" "But I can help! There is magic that can help you beat him at his own game - we can craft it, you and I. The hunched creature pulls you with surprising strength further into the shadows. "You stand at the precipice of ruin! The dark lord has taken an interest in your destiny and even now is engineering your downfall!" As you pass near a darkened alleyway one evening, a blackened and misshapen hand grasps you, pulling you close to the darkness.
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