Azarel peeked out from his hiding place though it made no difference since he was invisible. Formulating the plan in his head for the distraction he brought forth his vision. These bandits had to be bored, aggravated, on edge and in need of a good time. Sure they have the goods but that did nothing for primal urges. So Azarel decided they needed to have their most basic needs appealed to. A basic damsel in distress that they could easily take advantage of. Heck if he's lucky they'll fight each other over her. But what kind would be suitable? Why one that was both lovely and valuable, it would make them want to keep the illusion alive and not kill her off instantly. Perhaps a Countess or Duke's Daughter? Perhaps a Worthy Knight's daughter? ...<br/><br/>That last one sounded like a good one. It wasn't farfetched, a nice amount of change since knights typically will pay ransom for someone's safe passage and all he had to do was make the girl seem like she was completely out of her element and a horrid judge of character for being sheltered. He has the knowledge for the etiquette and mannerisms to pull it off and several languages and dialects at his disposal. And more importantly plenty of pretty faces to make the victim out of. Azarel began to speak as softly as he could the words for his magic. Creating the illusion through the eastern trees that the mage could see  that someone was coming. The sound of rustling and the sounds of frantic motions as the woman's regal clothes look torn and cut from running through the thickets after she had gotten hopelessly lost, unaware that she had walked into more danger instead of friendly faces.<br/><br/>Her eyes were a beautiful river blue, her hair, long and spun of golden threads and smooth as silk. Her torn noble clothes helped show signs of dirt and ample cleavage upon her flesh and her lips were a touch pouty with worry. She breathed heavily which made her chest swell as she took in air now sinking to her knees in exhaustion. This prey had worn herself down running for her life. She was thankful to be out of the woods as she looked back unaware that she had run into danger. Her voice was melodic and soft with every breath that she took. Eventually her eyes fell upon the men as her eyes seemed to light up now finally seeing some form of humanity. She thought she might be going home. He hoped that his real friends, the ones hidden to not forget that this was what he had planned from the get go..<br/><br/>Azarel casts Major Image<br/>DC: 22 [Wlll based Saving Throw to disbelieve]<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://sonohara.donmai.us/data/sample/sample-28714cf21570c144433ca638b104c9c7.jpg)</div></div>