A sad tale of woe
The other night, I joined forces with bull-brother Goroshko to go hunt demon-worshippers in the depths of Ragefire Chasm. We geared up, found a wizard willing to join us, and proceeded into the fiery caverns.
We travelled a great distance, for many hours, carefully planning and coordinating our attacks against the enemy. Dozens of beasts, troggs, elementals, and other monsters fell before arrow, sorcery, and staff alike. My ever-faithful pig Ennui ran into battle over and over again, distracting the abominations while we slew them.
We eventually found the first of our quarry. The demon-worshipper put up a fierce fight, but we were finally able to subdue him. Gleeful at our victory, we set out to find the second diablarist.
We walked for some time, searching out our prey. But it soon became apparent that we were hopelessly lost. As we stood there deliberating as to whether to turn back or not, we began seeing signs that more creatures were approaching us every moment. Then, in the blink of an eye, Ennui heroically took matters into his own hooves.
Before I knew what was happening, Ennui granted me his sight, and ran off down the cavern. I commanded him to stop, but no no avail. He ran deeper and deeper, willing to sacrifice his very life to help us find either our prey or a way to escape. He barely flinched as the evil troggs began chasing him, hitting him again and again with their clubs. He barely even let out a "SQUEE!" as the terrible fangs of Earthborers tore into his flank. I saw through his eyes as he approached a tremendous group of troggs. The last vision I had was of a dozen horrid monsters descending upon poor Ennui.
But in that vision, I also saw that we had indeed been going the wrong way! I softly thanked Ennui for his noble sacrifice, and began to turn back. But even as I did, I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. "I hope those monsters don't follow Ennui's scent back to us," I muttered. Even as those fateful words left my lips, I could hear the running footsteps of troggs, the fiery whooshing of elementals, and and the sickly slithering of Earthborers descending upon us en-masse. I tried to run, but our group was wholly overcome in a matter of seconds.
It is with a heavy heart that I tell you Ennui's sacrifice was in vain. I can only hope this tale will act as a warning to any hunter who might think to use his animal as a scout. For only death and madness lies down that path.
I understand your grief and I hope that your piglet will be fine in the other world. One think I might say, no no ofense to brothers of the wild who are the noble hunter, call a warlock for help, we can conjuse a demon from another world that doe not die and only phases out, his name is Balrog, he is a tracking eye, which if I wish I can controll at will and see whats all about the place and find prey.
And if need be, call me for help I am always up for Rage Fire Chasm, because it is a place of Elemental magic and I am a freak of powers and I devouver all that come to my path, so trip down those forgotten caverns is always good for me .
What can I say,few souls to steal, few shards to make, some magic acquire, some elementalsto banish and controll, its always up fpr fun.
I bow and say to hunters will, do not be arrogant to send your pet off scouting, it is not a demon that can withstand dark magic and some vicious elementals.
Adue and good luck.
Thank you for your offer of aid. Worry not about Ennui; as any skilled hunter, I have trained his soul to cross the boundary of death when I call him back. He seemed content to eat a fresh banana and sleep for a while.
As for your mastery of demons--I am somewhat wary of travelling with someone who claims to have mastered such a powerful creature. It has been clear from the stories told by the orcs that any commerce with demons ends with corruption and death. That said, I would be interested in being allowed to hunt your demon at some point. Let me know if this can be arranged.