I hurried past the doorway, stealing a glance inside the larger room to see an arcane circle, glowing with runes.
A black, clawed demon twitched inside, energy pouring upward as if being siphoned off, while it locked eyes with an older blue dragonborn. The anearby warforged mage Halfred had shot was now bound together by ropes, and the circle’s magic was fading.
I ran to help the other prisoners at the far end of the room, but froze when I heard the unmistakably scratchy, whispering voice of the demon. I glanced back to see Korinn standing in the doorway, defiant.
“Finish him. Free me and I will aid you.”
Korinn responded by firing a crackling lighting bolt into the circle, slamming into both mage and demon. The mage slumped over, barely alive. The demon hissed in anger. The circle faded and the demon stared into the mage, sucking the last drops of life from its body.
The runes on the floor blinked out completely. The demon drew itself to its full height. Again it offered a choice that echoed in our minds.
“Choose now. Feed me and I will aid you. Or I feed on you.”
Korinn shook her head and opened her mouth to protest once again.
The demon never hesitated. It launched itself at her in a screaming wail, tearing into her with claws and fangs. Korinn crumpled to the ground in a bloody heap.
The demon looked up at each of us, blood dripping from its mouth. We steeled ourselves and charged. Continue reading “D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 60 Recap”