The Dirge of Aercael

Jason nodded. He held up his hand and light spread a good radius around all gathered. "no one else can see this light, so they won't see us as a night raid target" he said.

Sambel nodded a bit as he dismounted as well, helping the others set up camp.

Isolde tied her horse to a tree, setting up her tent.

Once everything was set up, Sambel began to make a small fire in the middle of the Camp.

Isolde had removed the heavier parts of her armor, and now was just in her chain mail and tunic, sitting by the fire.

Lord Duskhand stood by the others. "I suggest you all get sleep. I do not need any. I can keep watch."

Name: Desu
Age: Unknown
Race: Demon
Bio: Desu is Demon. Or Spirit. He isn't tied to any one thing, a great tree or river. No, he is a loose spirit. And he enjoys the freedom that that entails. He wanders the world causing general mischief. Being a spirit he can change shape and cast magic.

((Accepted. Looks interesting))
Sambel looked up at Duskhand. "Sleep does sound tempting..."

Isolde nodded, "I can't sleep yet tonight. Something doesn't quite sit well with me."

Desu sat as a bird in the trees above. Just a little move time, then they will sleep...

Ug. This is taking to long. Let's get started. Desu flew from his perch into the brush where he changed form into a boy to rustle the grasses so as to make the odd looking watchman take notice. Then changed again into a cat and moved stealthily behind both the watchman and the woken woman. From behind the brush he changed back into a boy and gripped a rock in his hand. He tossed it at the watchman. Then changed into a cat again.

((Whether or not I beem you with the rock is your choice, Odd Watchman))

((who is said "odd watchmen".))

((You. You said you would stay watch. And in my eyes you're rather odd looking))

((very well.))

Duskhand sensed the spirit nearby but could not pinpoint it. The rock struck his head. There was a clunk as it hit the helmet under his hood. He spun around, the only thing visible under his hood were his glowing red eyes. He was searching now for the source of the rock. "Come out, fool!"

Naomi was now on the alert as well. Her hands held balls of lightning. She too gazed about the camp.

"Oh come on. You wouldn't hurt little old me, would you?" Desu teased, then fleeing from his bush into another so as to not be found. Those lighting balls would hurt like hell, but he didn't plan on getting hit.

Isolde jumped up, grabbing a dagger from next to her and jumping into the bushes after the boy.

((Tired? I'm a cat dearest. A talking one!))

((Whatever. Pretend I said 'cat'.))

((Wish it worked like that. I'm a cat. How would I throw a rock and then talk about it? You don't know I'm a demon. I also moved after I said it, to throw you off my trail. Maybe you should go to sleep))

((You told me to fucking post, I posted. Isolde is chasing the fucking cat/boy/demon. Go with it.))

Desu couldn't miss the noise the woman had as she made a leap towards him. He was a mile ahead. "Think you can catch me, human?" and he laughed his trickster laugh as he spun away from her and into the next bush only to disappear.

From behind the woman he teased, "Over here" And disappeared again.

Lord Duskhand shook his head. He drew his sword and called out to the woman. "Let the coward go. If he wishes to run, let him. He is not worth our time or energy."

"Aw. I was having fun. And that wasn't very nice. So what am I to do then hmm? And just what would an odd collection of creatures like yourselves be doing here?"

Isolde quickly realized what they were dealing with wasn't human, or any of the other races with them, returning to the fire, but not sitting.

A few moments into the commotion, Sambel stepped out from his tent. "What's happening?" He asked, looking around drearily.