With escape within her grasp, Melody takes one step too close to a nearby berry-bush and finds her left leg fully ensnared by the grasping foliage. However, with a deft twist of her body, she manages to escape the creeping tendrils and roll beyond the border of the spell (Successful DC 20 escape artist check).
There is a flurry of activity from within the camp as the three men around the fire lurch to their feet. The scarred one shouts out “Wake up, you cads! We’ve got Runners!!” and throws his tankard at the sleeping couple, who promptly begin untangling themselves from their blankets. Meanwhile, the hawk leaps from Landrin’s shoulders with a screech, flying up into the canopy above.
As soon as she realises what is happening, Goldthorn drops her pack and takes a running leap onto a nearby tree. Despite the danger this initially puts her in, she rockets up the side of a tree with a deft ease found only by forest-dwelling denizens like herself. Afrax is less fortunate, finding himself wrapped up in the writhing mass of flora. Instead, he pivots in place and shouts “Stop!” with a voice laced with power. Whatever he intended to do remains unapparent, however, as Landrin swiftly collapses into himself; his flesh ripples and tears as he doubles over, long brown feathers push themselves out of gaping wounds as in his place now stands a proud eagle owl. With a short hop and a flap of his new wings, he joins his hawk up in the canopy.
The man with the goatee reaches into a pocket and palms something small, his small beady eyes fixed on Melody as she makes her escape. Instantly, a wave of something washes through her mind, a soothing calmness that tugs at her eyelids even as it attempts to relax her muscles. However, the spell was not designed for the complexion of elves, and it slides off her like oil on water. The bald man runs from the camp to the edge of the entangle spell, rooting through his pocket as he does so.
The well-armoured man with the prisoners pulls out his sword and brandishes it warningly at his captives even as he moves to where their chains are secured, seeking to enfix them in some way. He mutters quietly to them as he does so, softly enough to escape anyone else’s notice.