the runed stick

As he reaches into his pocket, his hand is jabbed by the dowel. It was a novelty that he had taken in hopes that an odd collector might trade him something for it. Whether the stick would grant him some super power or render him dead, that was a chance he was willing to take. Left in the care of "justice", life would be worse than it already was. A small grin plays at his lips, "as if that's possible..." he mutters.

The barrel-chested watchman roars as he takes in the scene. His mace raised high, the man charges Clayr with intent to kill. The thief reels backward, bringing the wand to bear, suddenly recognizing the characters as if by magic. "Ignus Irae!"

As soon as the words leave his lips, Clayr is thrown backwards. Every sensation is overwhelmed by pain. "It burns!" is all he can recall as sight is robbed from him.