Jaws Of Plaguemaw
By: Aylune
It was during a second excursion into Raforfen Down when the part encountered it. An undead quillboar larger and mightier than the rest. A lumbering undead beast that oozed pestilence from every pore, with disease pouring from it's gaping mouth. A creature they could only call Plaguemaw.
The party had thought themselves prepared after their first five into this dungeon of pigs, but the pigmen still had surprises hidden in the depths. While the undead menace caused many diseases throughout the fights hey had been relatively tame, slow illnesses which left them weak but still able-bodied. That was no longer the case.
Plaguemaw was blight walking. His mere pressence a crippling factor in the fight. His diseases were brutal and immediate, draining the fighters of their stamina and their attack power, his overbearing stature wearing down their defenses. Even the casters were not safe, they had adopted the strategy of keeping a great distance from their does but there was no distance great enough for him, his putrid aroma filled the cavern gagging the mage and druid and stealing the spells from their lips.
Killing the undead beast in a more permanent way became a matter of speed. Without a healer to watch over the party they had to kill the creature before it killed them. The meelee worked tirelessly swing after swing grinding him down, struggling to stay standing on their own. Fortunately they persevered, slaughtering the abomination and leaving it in a pile on the cavern floor, severed into several brutalized pieces to prevent him being reforged.
The party fought their way back topside, culling a few more of the herd. They knew that after further medical attention they would be venturing forth once more.