As you wish; I doubt they would be intelligent enough to spot a real cat from a summoned one however. With a wave of his hand and a whispered word Mythra stops the cat before she moves more than a few feet away."Hmmm. The fog is pretty thick. I'd just as soon have a clearer lay of the land instead of us bumbling into a bunch of Hobgoblins unaware. What does everyone think of sending out a scout or two to get the lay of the land? If they get in trouble, they just run back straight to us where we can set up an ambush. Actually Mythra, I was thinking of sending out an invisible Imp instead of a visible Cat. No need to advertise our presence by accident."
Did you not hear us? Stop and let his familiar go first. Mythra hisses, obviously annoyed at Ryda's sudden action.[Sblock=Wow, I'm slow: Edit]Did it really take me that long to type this all out? She'd wait then while ninja familiars do their thing.[/Sblock]
Well, looks like we are here, whispers Ryda, nocking an arrow in her bow. I’m going to try and creep up an take a listen near those tents. If I’m not back in 2 minutes, worry. With that said, Ryda whirls in place, and with a wave of her mottled grey cloak, vanishes into the mists, heading toward a fallen log... but comes to her senses and returns to the group while those much stealthier press forward
[sblock=Rolls]1d20+11=12 1d20+9=25 Hotness, two 1’s in a row! Making up for all the love I got in R1's game I guess. Someone stop her before she gets too close![/sblock]