Shela nodded and handed the bow and arrow over to Fiona, “no skin of me teeth.” Taking a breath she glanced around as she slowly lowered her hammer, listening to the odd two headed one seem to argue and agree with itself simultaneously.
“Right, you look high, I’ll look low and you’ll find the hot temper one before me,” she said as she began to trudge through the mud looking for any sign of what had happened to Sana. Her eyes scanning the ground but there was nothing, no sign of anything which struck her as odd.
Looking back over to the group she pursed her lips, “nothing here, anyone else seeing anything?” she asked as she began to walk back towards the cave, wondering if there were any signs there they may have missed when they first arrived. Wondering to herself if there were any signs of something was amiss.
Getting to the cave she stopped in her tracks as she watched a rather dense and unnatural fog roll out quickly. “That ain’t right,” she muttered to herself. Looking in the cave, she saw something even more off. Sanas horse and things were in the cave and she was gone, same with two others in the group now.
“We got two more gone,” she yelled over her shoulder. There was no sign of the half-orc that had been sitting in the cave earlier not saying anything nor the bald headed monk, weapons and possessions were still there. To add to the confusion Hugh was gone, the one Sana had adamantly claimed as her own. The difference between Hughs disappearance and the rest was that all his items were gone as well and there were tracks from his horse going off back to the road where she had followed to the camp in the first place.
“Make that two more gone and one left,” she yelled as she dropped her hammer to the ground, leaning against it as she wrinkled her lips and rubbed her chin.
Elsewhere, each of the three that had vanished would find that they would awaken to a different scene. The monk would find himself dumped behind some tavern in an unknown town, the half-orc was in a cave with the sound of flapping wings above him, and the archer would find herself bound and gagged behind wooden walls and bars; feeling the gentle rock of a wagon as it pulled her through an open field.