IC: Sect of Madmen, Running the Shadows just got cold! Options

[Shadow]

The Rainforest seems to come alive with the morning sun. A light drizzle of rain soaks through everything (it is a rain forest) and the animals just outside the camp scitter and scatter. For a desserted camp it is awful loud.

[Raiko]

Taking over the watch from Danny after catching a few of hours rest, Mirage is outside when the morning’s downpour begins. Her stealth coat hides her as she walks silently around the perimeter, her keen eyes searching for movement or tracks.

Ordinarily she would enjoy the rain, her sophisticated audio cyberware picking out the sound of each raindrop, and her jacked-up reactions giving her the time to enjoy each sound - today though she filtered out the sounds of the rain, her cyber-audio reducing the noise down to a low hiss. She concentrated instead on listening for more dangerous sounds, the stealthy approach of predators, or the sound of anything man-made.

As she patrolled Mirage paid particular attention to any sounds from downwind; predators would most likely choose to approach the camp from that direction, as would she.

[Rokur]

After greeting his friend, Hawk Wing had introduced the rest of the team to his old pal Jonathon Clemens, just to show the man they were on the up and up. Hawk nodded at Reynaldo to pay the man before just catching up on all times.

After the long ride down, he figured he deserved a little early R&R so he retires shortly after the night settles in. "You need me, you yell. I come." He then sleeps in his tent, with his sword at his side.

At daybreak. Krum, takes a look outside to make sure nothing is the matter, then if noone is doing anything urgent, he'll set out to clean out his rifle. Trying to keep the chamber dry and everything moving smoothly in this humid environment wasn't the easiest thing in the world. When he's done, he steps out of his tent, fully ready to go. He's wearing all his armor, he's got a framed hiking backpack on his back, and he's slinging his rifle over one shoulder, and his sword at his hip. It would seem like a lot for normal people to carry, but the burden is nothing for the massive troll. He stands there, calmly smoking a cigarette to start his day.