<div align="center"><strong>Stráž (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=93697.msg4078385#msg4078385)</strong></div><br/>Circling lower and lower, Stráž could feel the presence of one of the summoners beneath him on a road through a residential area. Silently landing upon a brick chimney he ducked down to use it and the sloping roof as cover while peering at the dark street below. Visibility was poor, but guided by the sound of voices he could make out the movement of two figures. One was larger and was clearly the owner of an adult woman's voice while a smaller shape beside her must've been the girl witch. He strained to make them out in detail and hear the words they they were speaking, but the lighting was too poor and the distance too great. Remembering what had transpired the night of his vision of the trio, he turned to his newly found power of Auspex and slowly his awareness of the two increased.<br/><br/>Though it remained dark as ever, he could now make out details in the gloom and could hear their voices clearly. Listening to the end of the conversation he learned that the little summoner had apparently not had the good sense to keep her mouth shut of what had happened in that room, though hopefully she had not mentioned just why a ghostly apparition had appeared. The woman (her mother?) didn't seem convinced by the story, fortunately, and in a moment the two had disappeared into an old house looking in need of repair. He guessed he might find the other two girls in there as well, though it wasn't as if he had any option: Urged by the geas he took to his wings and glided over to the house's chimney where he perched, listening to the interior of the house via the flue. He remained there for an hour, as the spell could not easily force him to break the Masquerade, and when all was silent inside he set into action.<br/><br/>The windows were too small to admit him and forcing the door would definitely rouse all the residents inside and he didn't wish to cause a scene. As fortune would have the house had a basement entrance and Stráž quickly glided down to the stairs leading down to the door. He put his hand upon the handle and first tried it but of course found it locked and so slowly began to apply pressure to it. In life his strength had been herculean; in death it was downright monstrous. After about a minute of quiet, low groans the lock's fittings popped out of the wooden frame and the door swung in. He quickly moved inside and closed it again, pushing the fittings into the broken frame in case someone came down to investigate. After ten minutes, however, not a sound had been heard and he began to make his way through the house.<br/><br/>For a creature of such size and mass, Stráž could be surprisingly stealthy when he needed to and in short order had made his way onto the second floor. Quietly, he tried the first likely door and opened it slowly to peek inside. It was indeed a bedroom, but there was only one bed inside, illuminated by moonlight streaming in from a window, upon which lay the resting figure of the woman who had lead one of the girls home. He allowed himself a minute or two to admire the sight of her, because she made a beautiful sight laying there with her blonde hair spread out over her pillow, but his purpose here was to seek out his callers. Gently, he closed the door and moved on to another one further down the hall. There were other doors between them, but they appeared to be closets or small storage rooms.<br/><br/>He opened the door and there he saw what he had come for: A large room only partially occupied by there beds, all occupied, and lit by a three candles on a table; the girls apparently did not wish to be left in the dark anymore. He recognized the place from his vision and could feel that he was now at the focal point of the spell that had been cast upon him. He could also feel that he would not be able to move against the would be witches until it was over and so set to work to finish this joke that he had been made the butt of. Quickly he closed and locked the door behind him and moved to close the curtains over the windows so that no one would be able to spy into the lit room from the street. Taking up a stance in the middle of the room he prepared to address his summoners; the walls and doors of this house were thick and he felt confident the woman down the hall would not be able to hear him, though he hoped the girls would not start screaming.<br/><br/>"<em>You sent out the Summons and I have answered. Wake and address me!</em>" His voice was deep and confident and loud enough to wake the sleepers; he could see them rousing from their sleep.