Without time to lose, you dump several cans of petrol down onto the beast, Richard lights a couple of oily rags and drops them down. As the rags hit the fuel, the pit erupts into flames. A scream emanates from the pit, both sorrowful and frightening at the same time. With the new light of the tunnel, the creature looks up, you see fear and loathing in its eyes. The Star Spawn then sits, resigning itself to its own fate, curling up into a ball, and laying still.
The smoke arising from the pit, wreaks of odors you cannot place, nor would you like to ever again.
After several minutes of stillness, the fire is down to just smoldering and all that remains is a charred ball of black.
OOC: Things were starting to lag, so wanted to give this a kickstart, lets finish it off now. |