To'Nari had been quiet for the few days of journey toward the edge of the mournlands, contemplating, meditating, and drawing spiraling arcane cryptograms within his journal.
As the group passed over the lightning stones, however, the crackling energies seemed to startle him out of whatever reverie he was stuck in, and there was a look of concern in his expression.
However, before he could do much else, the explosion of light, sound, and energy was upon them!
Not being terribly invested in physical strength, the Kalashtar was thrown bodily from the earth sled, mentally cursing that he didn't think a lightning rail in the mournlands would be active. Clinging desperately to his staff, the cryptic's body coursed with the electrical aftershocks as the world dimmed back to the normal drab coloration of the mournlands, even as he pulled himself to a sitting position.
Looking around, he tried to assess the condition of the others, concern and pain etched into his face.