Pyro wakes one person up and tells him the situation. He sets off with his bat silently into the woods, scanning the bush for auras of teleportation or anything else; with his bat's sonar and his stealth and magic radar, he tries to hunt the enemy down.
::Hm is it my turn?::
Fanz wakes and stretches in his collapsed tent.
Pyro fills him in and he looks around now alert and on guard, ready to cast his command spell on anyone he doesn't recognize.
neither of you find anything.
Fanz looks around but doesn't leave the camp site.
I thought he said there was someone here...
"Whatever watched us vanished, then... we could move camp to avoid detection, but I suspect it would not help. To sleep, then."
::You or me?::
Fanz cocks his head to the side.
Douglas snores
"You. I still have my watch."
::Oh. Cool. Douglas then me. Night then.::
Fanz crawls back into his broken tent, slightly questioning Pyro's continued sanity.
when fanz once more sleeps, magic reappears.
Pyro conveys to hsi bat that he wants it to stay with the rest of the sleeping group; he creeps through the grasses towards the aura.
To Pm's.
Pyro walks back to the group and takes up his watch. Barring any further interruptions, he wakes the next watchperson ad their alotted time and tells them "I talked with a creature that hid itself from me; wanted to make a bargain with me for power. He might appear again to you, I suggest you ignore him."
He goes and sleeps.
Pyro picks up the note without reading it, tosses it into the air and incinerates it with a burst of flame.
Douglas sits up awake on his bird, crossbow at the ready waiting to see if anyone or anything showed up.... he wished he could see magic like some of the other fae....
the rest of the night goes without event.
Pyro wakes early, and spends an hour carefully reading through his spellbook, enjoying the easy contemplation of the dawn light. After a time, he snaps it shut, has his breakfast, and stands. "Onwards, then, gentlepersons?"
Fanz stretches and tries to put his tent back in it's case.
::Good morning.:: he projects sleepily.
::Did you ever find your stalker?:: Fanz asks, offhandedly as he packs his tent poorly.
He isn't sure what to believe. He didn't see anything, but he also couldn't see magic like the fey, and stranger things had happened...
"I did not."
Pyro encourages the others to head off.
alright! enough. Moving everyone along. After some more traveling, you think you're almost to the town in question. Everyone make a perception check.
Perception
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pyro's bat squeaks. Pyro, you feel it may have saw something odd.
Pyro uses his empathic link to try and discern more detail. Mounting his bat, he lets it carry him stealthily over to where the thing that caused its ears to perk up can be found.
it's not afraid, so it's probably not a threat. It slowly spirals twords the ground.
Make another perception check with a +2
"Hey pyro, what's the hold up?"
"Something."
[/i] pyro! you see what seems to be a manned caravan.[/i]
::What is it?::
Pyro scrutinizes it carefully.
no apparent markings on the caravan. In addition, there doesn't seem to be anyone currently in it, either
Pyro reports his findings back to the group.
Douglas swoops down to get a better look "is it mooving?"
No.
Fanz just sits with a flop, waiting for something to happen.
"Foul play, obviously. I say we go and search for tracks."
"That or any large number of other possibilities, though admitably that seems the most likely" he pauses, "very well, let us go and check it out,"
::Where's it at?::
Fanz stands and scans around.
Douglas gives franz and the other landbound party members directions to the caravan
the cart seems to be largely empty.
Fanz goes to it.
::Maybe we can use it?::
there seems to be a surprising amount of metal built into the caravan.
Fanz is caught up in reading a wooden plank in the car's driver seat.
Fanz decides to look away from the story of a long gone person who attempted to train a bear as a pet, and look around at the local flora and fauna, trying to eliminate the idea that perhaps a Venus flytrap or somesuch nearby had gotten too friendly with the cart's miniature drivers.
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