Fighting The Winged Beast Of Howling Peak

The winged beast is formidable, 'tis true.

Its wings overshadow our morn', sending biting gusts of wind toward the valleys with every descent. Its deafening roar ripples through the stone, shaking our foundations and faith. It rules over the skies as if by birthright — a chosen champion, sprung from the mountain's heart.

Yet, it can be brought low — It can be beaten.

I've seen the scourge at dawn: Letting fire rain down on the horizon like tears of the sun.

These balls of flame are devastating on impact... but I believe that, with the right timing, they can be parried and sent back towards the maw of the beast!

Our numbers are decimated, and morale is low.

The warriors amongst us may hide behind their swords and shields, and the mages could call upon the power of the elements... but us archers, what can we do? The beast makes our arrows look like mere toothpicks!

There may be ways to whittle it down, however. I've been working on more stun arrows... they've the potential to force that wretched animal to the ground momentarily, allowing the others to strike! Maybe there's a way to make similar ammunition for our ballistas...?

Until I figure that out, these stun arrows will have to do. When the creature comes back, we'll be ready!

These vultures have taught me one thing, at least. They seem afraid of storms — Flash and thunder frighten them!

There must be a way to use this to my advantage... not only against these skyfaring vermin, but perhaps even the grand winged beast that haunts the Howling Peak!

Could channeled lightning be the answer to our prayers? More research is required... but I have hope!

Until I can look into this further, I'll surely find myself pitying every fair-weather day...