24th of Abadius, 4712AR
This morning we woke to beautiful snowfall. As we ate breakfast Schmidtaki sheepishly went over last nights events. Afterwards Chet went over to the pack horse to wash up but could not seem to find his soap. He started searching more and more feverishly.
He stopped and stared at Schmidtaki. Chet asked him to describe the horse that he saw last night. Having approached the horse slowly and getting close enough to touch it, sort of, he was able to give a detailed description of the horse. As he recounted the details of the horse, Chet looked up and down at our supply horse. Chet, “So what your saying is that the horse you saw last night looked exactly like our horses.” We all stood silently there just looking at the horse, who became just a little nervous. Looking through our gear we found that we were missing one other thing, one of our bear traps.
Chet then furiously stomped over to a tree just West of our camp and furiously carved into it the phrase, “NO INVISIBLE TREES! WHERE IS MY DAMN SOAP?” Chet was still quite angry about the soap situation as we gathered up our things to leave.
Between the forest and the heavy snowfall our vision was shortened to less than half a mile. After a couple of hours we camp upon our camp. Or at least it looked like our camp. There was a tree with a Chet’s message carved into it, the vanishing tree was still missing, and the campfire was there but smoldering. Most peculiar were the places where our tents would have been. In the places of our tents were rectangles perfectly untouched by the snow. All of it was as if we had just left the camp. But if this was our camp, there was not a single track here. None from where our horse stood last night, none from us leaving the camp, and none from us having breakfast this morning.
Mitchel then remembered that Schmidtaki mentioning that he felt unusually drowsy last night. “You were drowsy last night right? Hell, you a damn elf. You barely sleep at all. Even magic can’t put you to sleep right? I don’t think that this is our camp site. Maybe someone or thing was trying to move us here last night to throw us off.” It was a theory that none of liked the idea of but it was one that worried us all deeply. After a few more minutes of searching around we decided to leave this eerie place.
After another couple of hours of traveling through the quiet forest and the gentle snowfall, we found another camp site. This site was identical to the last. Including the untouched rectangle patches untouched by snow where our tents would have been. Again there was not a single track anywhere. Chet began to twitch angrily, got off his horse and marched up to the treethat he had carved into earlier with his ax drawn. There was his message. He began saying it over and over again all the while chopping the tree. After a few angry minutes of hacking and chanting at the tree, it fell. Chet while trying to catch his breath said, “There, now I feel better. Sorry about that guys, had to be done.” When he was done we move on.
Another few hours passed as we traveled and the snow continued to fall. Again we saw another camp in the distance. Much the same as the ones from before. This time the coals were cold. The tree that was chopped down was missing, in its place there was an aged and weathered tree stump. We investigated and found freshly carved into it the stump was Chet’s message, “NO INVISIBLE TREES! WHERE IS MY DAMN SOAP?”. Chet twitched angrily and walking away, “Screw this I’ll be on my horse if any one needs me.” Mitchel took out a candle, lit it, blew it out, and buried it just under the ground. We then moved on.
One hour of travel later we found yet another camp. This time the camp fire was beginning to be covered by the snow, but still our tent sites were untouched. Again no tracks. Mitchel looked for his buried candle and found it just as and where he left it. There was one thing that was very strange. We didn’t notice it at first. We all noticed it together, the tree that Chet chopped down standing there unharmed. Chet’s message almost glaring at us. Chet jumped down from his horse and charged the tree his ax drawn. Swinging wildly at the tree, his ax pass right through it and he fell to the ground. The tree then vanished. There was a circle of untouched ground where the stump should have been, ringed by Chet’s message carved into the dirt. In the center of this circle was Chet’s soap. Laying there in the snow on the side of his face he opened one eye to see his beloved soap. Crawling towards it, he reached for the soap to grab it and triumphantly raise it above his head. His arm was clamped down upon by a bear trap the moment he touched the soap.
Letting out a terrible cry of pain the trap dug its jaws deep into the bones of his fore arm. His forearm was dangling nearly cleaved clean from his body (the bear trap rolled max damage on a critical!). At this moment Schmidtaki’s humor sprang into action, “Oh thank the gods, I was really worried about loosing that trap.” Only the quick action and healing power of Mitchel was able to save Chet from loosing his arm! After using magic to make Chet’s arm whole we looked for the soap but could not find it. Chet and Mitchel then used their abilities search the area for magic and found faint auras of illusion magic. Again Mitchel buried the candle, saying a prayer the hole filled with water, and then he covered it. Again we left the camp or is it camps.
Four hours passed before we found signs of the camp again. Again no tracks what so ever in the camp site, no blood from Chet’s encounter with the beer trap, and the camp fire was cold and covered by snow. This time there was no snow where our tents should have been or where the chopped down tree was there wasn’t any either. There were pictures these places. Where the tree stump was, the circle was ringed by Chet’s message and the word soap in the center. In Chet’s rectangle was a stick figure of a man with a bear trap around his arm. In Schmidtaki’s rectangle was a picture of a stick figure holding up a smaller rectangle and a speech bubble with the words, “Hahahha.” In Mitchel’s rectangle there were pictures of a stick figure cat and a stick figure man holding a candle. Mitchel went to dig up his candle to find it was frozen in ice.
Mitchel, “I know, or atleast I don’t think this is our original camp. There are never any tracks, and I have been marking our trail the whole time we have been traveling. Anyway its getting dark and this is as good a place to sleep as any.” We made camp. We slept as usual but Chet told Schmidtaki to wake him up if ANYTHING unusual happened. Schmidtaki started the night by filling a bucket with snow and setting it next to the fire.