Cheryl And Cheryl Alike

We made it back to the lizardfolk village to find an elven lady there named Kama. As it turns out she’s a Witherbloom pledge-mage, which is a 4th year or post-graduate student. Not exactly the cavalry I’d hoped for, but I suppose it’s better than nothing! She convinced us to stay and finish the fight against the bullywugs, but we needed to take a long rest first. I stayed up for a bit, playing my drums and singing a song for the fallen lizardfolk to honor them. They seemed to like that. 

The next day, we all returned to the bullywug keep and we found that there were still twelve bullywugs left alive, along with six of their toads, to say nothing of the Big Bully Bullywug. Our plan was to fly in using our Potions of Flying and assault the bullywugs from the air while Miss Kama and the lizardfolk came in from the front gate. 

Battle ensued. I waited for the Big Bully Bullywug to show his ugly, warty face then I used Dissonant Whispers on it and it struck home!  He took off running as he clutched his head in pain, sending him right out the main gate toward Miss Kama who was now a giant Swamp Thing! The giant elk with her and the lizardfolk started in on some of the giant toads that the bullywugs used as mounts and beasts of burden. 

Leon got knocked across the yard by the Big Bully Bullywug, so I flew over to heal him. I hadn’t realized that Cheryl had been rendered unconscious, it wasn’t until after the fight that Rowan said she was dead! Not Cheryl! I felt terrible hearing it, because I absolutely would have gone to save Cheryl if I’d realized!  Rowan was very upset about it and carried her back with us as we departed after the battle. Miss Kama was nice enough to cast Gentle Repose on Cheryl to ensure she made it back to Strixhaven. I hope that the staff can help her, like they’ve done for Rigor numerous times now.

Loot from the Bully Bullywug had pretty much been divvied up by the time I got there. Puck got the Wand of Magic Missiles. Leon got the Headband of Intellect. Rowan got the Staff of Healling. And I think they were saving the Weapon of Shrieking for Rigor. So, nothing for Cian or me.  Or poor Cheryl. Phooey. There was also a journal with him, detailing someone’s plan to use the bullywugs to dominate Strixhaven and Witherbloom, what the end-goal of that was the author didn’t write about, but it would likely be enough to convince the faculty that there’s a Major Problem out here.

I’m just glad to be home, that was a lot to go through. I don’t know if I should mourn Cheryl yet.  I’ll light a candle and say some prayers to as many dragonborn deities as I can find in the library and hope that she can come back from this. For now, I need to rest.