[Cam comes crashing out of the underbrush with... every backpack slung over his shoulders, a rifle in his arms, and his hood pulled up over his head. After Jeff and Athena went missing and with no idea how long it could take to find them, Cam didn't want to assume they would or could find their way back to the original campground. He grabbed as much as he could before following after them.
Easier said than done.
He thought he heard them, saw them, only to stumble into one empty grove or clearing after another. There were voices in all directions. He felt breath against his skin. The sensation of being watched, followed, and surrounded, yet impossibly alone.]
Are you alright? Where the hell have you been--
[Then Cam sees them. All of them. Jeff. Athena. A flock of youthful dark-eyed shades, and more. One man. Two. They flicker in and out, like film projected from a faulty projector. Soft at first, then sharper at the edges as his eyes focus.
What he doesn't see is the tall (even taller than Cam) man standing behind him. An imposing figure dressed in black with a hawk upon his shoulder. Dark eyed, dark skinned, and wearing an even darker expression.]
I think, I think we might have stumbled into some kind of glamour-- have either of you tried casting out of it?
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[Cam comes crashing out of the underbrush with... every backpack slung over his shoulders, a rifle in his arms, and his hood pulled up over his head. After Jeff and Athena went missing and with no idea how long it could take to find them, Cam didn't want to assume they would or could find their way back to the original campground. He grabbed as much as he could before following after them.
Easier said than done.
He thought he heard them, saw them, only to stumble into one empty grove or clearing after another. There were voices in all directions. He felt breath against his skin. The sensation of being watched, followed, and surrounded, yet impossibly alone.]
Are you alright? Where the hell have you been--
[Then Cam sees them. All of them. Jeff. Athena. A flock of youthful dark-eyed shades, and more. One man. Two. They flicker in and out, like film projected from a faulty projector. Soft at first, then sharper at the edges as his eyes focus.
What he doesn't see is the tall (even taller than Cam) man standing behind him. An imposing figure dressed in black with a hawk upon his shoulder. Dark eyed, dark skinned, and wearing an even darker expression.]
I think, I think we might have stumbled into some kind of glamour-- have either of you tried casting out of it?