And All Things Will End

Unbidden, you clutch your chest and hack up phlegm and bile. The mucous substance splatters the ground nearby and you reel away, heaving violently. A portion of the vomit has coated you, and the smell alone would make you throw up once more if you had anything remaining in your stomach. The flies are swarming you now.

Your allies make sure to be a safe distance away from you once you get to your feet.

Gingerly, you brush yourself off and survey the scene. You decide to try and figure out what has happened.