D&D 5e: Arcana of the Ancients (IC)

[Amaril]

Calen Damora
Human Wizard 3
AC: 10 HP: 17/17

Calen spends a long moment staring at Ar-Raaqis, then at Shalar, then at Ar-Raaqis again. After a moment, he slowly sinks back down to regard the ground between his feet. "My head hurts...."

Suddenly, Ar-Raaqis cries out something about a cockatrice, and then she and Yusha are rushing off while that enormous bird takes to the air. Wait...was that an explosion?

Calen scrambles to his feet, then nearly collapses again, the sudden motion bringing a fresh wave of pain. He fights not to throw up...Greck and Shalar are taking off, back toward the fairgrounds. Toward the sounds of destruction and the screams. What the hells is happening?

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Calen stumbles after them, a shaking hand closing on the hilt of his dagger.