Almost free

Are they spotted by the creature?

Yes/No (Even) [3,1] No but...

Lorkan breathes a heavy sigh of relief, then lets out an angry “Fuck!”

He stumbles, falling in the dirt noisily, nearly toppling Lavorra too.

“Help… me…”

Lavorra looks down in horror at the pleading, not coming from Lorkan, but from the bloodied face of the Blond bandit. She cannot help but pity him, seeing one leg completely crushed below the knee, and the furrow in the ground where he must have crawled, **** to escape.

She stares in horror, and Lorkan hisses in rage, aiming a boot at Blond’s hands, which are clenched white-knuckle around his ankle.

The Daemon stampedes across the campsite at the commotion, moving hand over hand. Again, Lavorra’s eyes practically burn to look at it, but she gets a better glimpse: a pulpy mass of flesh at the centre of its many cartwheeling arms, one milky eye the only feature in the wet meat of its body. No mouth to speak of. She doesn’t know how it keeps making that awful sound.

It doesn’t feed. It just kills.

A giant palm slaps down on Blond’s back, crushing him instantly, his hands relaxing in ****, allowing Lorkan to back up in the dirt. The thing is coming for him next.

Does Lavorra try to save Lorkan?

Yes/No (Even) [4,6] Yes and...

She is able to wound the creature as well.

She doesn’t even hesitate, despite all the things he’s done to her, she raises her shield above her head and as the Daemon’s bloodied hand reaches for Lorkan. Her amulet burns fiercely in the nest of her cleavage, but the sensation empowers her, literally, her shield glowing with divine green energy as she brings it down on the Daemon’s wrist.

She severs the hand at the wrist, and the beast flails back with a mouthless screech. She wastes no time and neither does Lorkan: he is already on his feet as she grabs him by the arm, and they stumble, then run, then sprint they way out of the clearing.