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As the two men walked away from the sleeping companions, the fire crackled with the new life it had been given by Silt's fueling. The fire was tall and warm, and the shadows it caused on the desert floor danced in their fiery mimic of the flames' movements.
However, (Don't you love when a DM says that?)...
There were no open eyes to see that the shadows of those flames suddenly stopped mimicking the movments of the flames and started dancing to their own unsung song. The shadow flames creeped along the ground and rose into the air, causing a curtain of shadow to fall around the perimeter of the campsite. To those inside the perimeter, they would have noticed only that the desert seemed pitch black, and if there were any ambient sounds to be heard, they were now seemingly further away or quieter.
To those outside the perimeter of the curtain, it would appear only that the flames of the campfire had died down and was not producing enough light to lighten the area as it once was. Snores from any sleeping members could not be heard, but maybe they just were not snoring. Nothing really seemed wrong.
OOC>>>Andrion can detect the shadows and what they are doing, almost as if he were being told by a still small voice, rather than knowing it on his own. He also knows that the shadows are not there to harm anyone unless required to do so.
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