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

[Amaril]

Calen Damora
Human Wizard 3
AC: 10 HP: 17/17
Conditions: Exhausted 1
Concentration: none

Calen takes a second to notice Yusha's writing. "O-oh...uh...thank you." He latches onto the distraction, putting the grisly scene behind him as he turns to the warforged. His eyes widen at the floating image, and its implication. "Uh...well, it only works on creatures that sleep naturally, so elves are immune, and iron people." To tell the truth, he can't imagine that spell would work on Shalar even if she were human, but he elects not to mention that.

A sharp crack draws his attention. He turns to witness Ar-Raaqis going among the unconscious goblins, dispatching them one by one. The sight leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. Sure, the goblins are as good as dead anyway if the townspeople get a hold of them after an attack like this, but still...killing a defenseless foe in their sleep doesn't sit well with him.

Before he can think about saying anything, though, Shalar is advancing on another of the sleeping creatures. Any words Calen had in mind vanish from his tongue. The way she moves, that bloody grin...the sight sends a chill up Calen's spine, but again, he finds himself unable to look away. He watches, jaw hanging open a little, as she lifts the creature up effortlessly with one hand, extends those claws....

"Wait!"

It takes a second to realize it's him that's spoken. Instantly, he regrets it. Swallowing sudden dryness, he takes a step toward Shalar. "He might know something. Where they came from, why they were here."