Midian steps out from under the bushes and moves to the edge of the ridge. He closes his eyes and concentrates. You feel the air around you stir and watch with amazement as Midian undergoes his transformation. His body folds in on itself growing rapidly smaller. Feathers sprout from his arms, legs, and head. His face lengthens and hardens, becoming a yellow beak. In seconds the transformation is complete and a hunting bird stands before you. The bird calls twice before turning to the ridge and leaping off with its wings spread.
Midian
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Soaring over the world fills you with an exhilarating sensation unlike any you've experienced before. The full freedom of movement in any direction is new and exciting. It is with some difficulty after a few minutes of free flight that you bring yourself back to the task at hand. With your sharpened eyesight, you circle over the camp and observe the activity below. Immediately you notice several things amiss. The "dogs" you saw patrolling with the guards are not any canine you've ever seen before. They're not even alive.
The "dogs" are four legged skeletons with some leathery hide stretched over their grey bones. Their backs are covered with a stubble that reminds you of a porcupine, though most of the tips are broken off. The guards at least appear to be living. Every bit of exposed skin is heavily tattooed in red colors giving the impression that they are bleeding from numerous wounds.
You can see the layout of the entire camp from your altitude. You cannot see any pens for slaves, most likely they are kept below ground at night. At least 6 guards with their undead "dogs" move about the outside of the camp. It may be possible to slip past them if the group was stealthy enough, though you're sure the undead will have excellent night vision. You do see another possibility however; it seems that no guards regularly patrol the ridge above the camp. It may be possible to rappel down from there.
Night has fallen by the time you are read to return to your companions when activity in the camp draws your attention. A group four of humanoids have emerged one of the larger tents and are ringed by another four of the strange skeletal monstrosities you fought on the beach. The figure says something you cannot make out and points his hand towards the valley. The skeletons howl and depart at a run, soon disappearing into the dead forest. The four figures continue towards the cliff face and disappear under one of the tents.
As you swoop lower to try to get a better look you see movement out of the corner of your eye. The vulture perched on the dead tree in the camp is watching you. It is slowly spreading its massive wings revealing a gruesome sight. The creatures body is skeletal, its feathers somehow attached directly to bone. Two small, clawed arms attach at the chest and the head rises up from a too-long neck. It's body is large, but the skeletal nature allowed it to hunch lower and pull its wings in tight, disguising its true nature. It takes to the air with clumsy wing beats as it heads towards you. Luckily your superior maneuverability and speed allows you to lose it among the trees before you return to your companions.
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