Bryseis hurried upstairs with so much urgency that I half-expected the Weevil to have somehow escaped, despite looking down at his dead body. Then I remembered the banging on the closet door in the middle of the battle and suddenly felt guilty.
We heard some muffled voices, then a pair of tiefling women came downstairs. The other looked only slightly older than Bryseis. The family resemblance was uncanny.
I grinned. “Bryseis, you didn’t tell me you had a sister!”
Bryseis glowered and pointed a finger at my feet. I leapt to the side as a tiny bolt of flame scorched where my foot had been moments before.
The other woman’s eyes sparkled with dangerous amusement. “My name is Leandra. I am Bryseis’ mother, brought here by that dead dwarf over there. Do check his body, I had something special made for Bryseis that he had pocketed.”
She inclined her head slightly to Bryseis, who shifted uncomfortably. “It should help you with your… control issues. Though it looks like you and your friends have been doing just fine.”
With the flawless stealthily infiltration last week, it was just a matter of taking on the Weevil and his final bodyguards, which proved a bit more difficult than we anticipated. Continue reading “D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 56 Recap”