Demonsub is Five Leagues From The Borderlands

The people were unhappy around Shieldstown.It was the disappearances, travellers and farmers had gone missing. What’s worse was some of the grain destined for the town’s bakers had disappeared and metals for the town’s smithies. People would start to grow hungry and weapons were at a shortage. 

It turned out that an ogre had moved into a deserted barrow and had been raiding nearby farms and caravans. Something had to be done. 

This was all related to Gregnil the dwarf as he roamed the streets with a member of the town guard late one night. The group had once again fallen on hard times and they needed to earn a few extra gold just to pay the bills. The guard went on to explain that a contract had been put out by the people of Shieldstown to find and slay the ogre and there was a reward. So far no one had taken this up.

A few days later Petra the feral entered the main entrance of the tomb. Waiting a few minutes for her eyes to adjust to the darkness she pressed on through the passages ways and found herself in a large room. An open coffin lay in the corner, complete with its decayed resident, and another coffin still closed, was nearby. It was apparent that someone had been living here and there were tracks leading out. Following these to another chamber an enormous head suddenly appeared from out of the darkness swiftly followed by the rest of the ogre. Quickly retreating back towards the entrance, Petra almost ran into the others with the ogre striding just behind. Everyone readied for action.

The plan was to shoot at the ogre while keeping a good distance away to avoid its brutal strength. This was easier said than done in the cramped confines of the tunnels. Petra managed to wound the beast with a shot of her longbow causing a loud roar to echo down the tunnels.

Kiri reached for an arrow to shoot but her quiver was empty, she must have dropped her arrows somewhere in the dark. All she could do now was not get lost and keep away from the ogre, so she kept close to Petra.

Kremmel cast his spells causing arrows and stones to be attracted to the monster making shooting at it a little easier.

Suddenly the ogre was upon Gregnil, but fighting defensive Gregnil managed to get away without taking a hit. He quickly let off a shot of his self bow and wounded the ogre.

The ogre was bleeding quite a lot now and very angry. 

Kremmel found himself trapped in a corner and the ogre was upon him. He tried his best but was soon beaten senseless. 

Various shots hit the ogre with no effect. Arrows and stones stuck out of the ogre but he either didn’t  feel them or he ignored them such was his wrath. 

Then Dar, the barbarian, was fighting for his life as the ogre came out from nowhere, Dar went down with a blow to the head.

Gregnil, Petra and Kiri backed away from the ogre. Now Gregnil was the only one left with any arrows. Shot after shot failed to bring the monster down until, when it was almost upon him, an arrow found its mark and the massive beast fell to the ground and didn’t move. It was dead.

Dar came around having only been knocked out but Kremmel was worse. He had been severely mauled, nothing life threatening but, with a few broken bones, he’d need a good few weeks to heal up. 

Searching the ogre’s lair various precious metals, sacks of grain and furs were found. Clearly evidence of the looting and the problems the monster had caused in the area. 

Returning back to town Gregnil felt like he was rich. The group had a good amount of coin now thanks to their success. Kremmel had been badly injured and Hands was still healing up from his injuries a few weeks ago so adventuring would be limited for a while. News had come that the outpost of Hillsend was badly in need of supplies so if they were up for it a simple journey might be in order. He’d see what the others would say when he got back to the inn.