You all find yourselves on your way to the town of Ordulin.  People have been reporting attacks by strange creatures and wild animals. Some of you are on your way to offer aid and support, or maybe to seek adventure and fame.

You were all traveling separately from different directions but decide to camp in a large clearing, as the town is still a few hours away and the sun is going down.

Once the sun goes down you see other campfires in the same clearing as your campsight, looks like others had the same idea as you.  The woods are quiet this night, and the air grows chill. Your fire sputters as a low mist gathers around the edges of the clearing, growing closer as the night wears on. By morning, the fog hangs thick in the air, turning the trees around you into gray ghosts. Then you notice these aren’t the same trees that surrounded you the night before.

(lol Only-The-Cold notices nothing, she's completely blind)

** for Only-The-Cold

You feel the temperature dropping as the sun goes down and you decide to make camp for the night. You don't light a fire as you have no need for the heat or the light. As you get comfortable you can hear the crackling of campfires within this clearing, it seems others had the same idea as you. The woods are quiet this night, and the air grows chill and damp.

As you awake in the morning you can feel that the ground below you is harder then the night before, you run your fingers through the grass and it feels different then before. A breeze blows by and even the air smells different then it did when you made camp. 

"It seems that we are... somewhere else. Somewhere else entirely."

Rajiira would stretch, and stretch and stretch, elongating her feline body in that perpetual arch, writhing in the ecstasy as her bodies tension from sleeping on the ground washed away, her jaw opening in a yawn exposing the canines of a big-cat. Her fur, that of a White-Tiger, though the pattern of her stripes seemed to meld together almost infinitely, splotching her fur with an entrancing mixture of black-and-white.  Her armor leaving much exposed, but allowing her much more freedom of movement as it only covered a little more than the essentials. She was relatively short, standing only two inches taller than five feet. Her armor matched her fur-color, as if it was an extension of herself. A clawed hand running through her head-fur as she stiffened, suddenly feeling something was off, her eyes opening then, revealing vivid-emerald irises. Looking around, she noticed, she seemed to be somewhere else entirely...

Now on alert, she would Ready her Longbow, knocking it with an arrow, ready to shoot the first enemy that might appear. She then begins to take note of her surroundings, seeing if she could see anything nearby that might be a threat, as well as see if anyone from the night before was here with her.

Perception Roll: 18

Attack roll if 'Ready condition' is triggered: Hit - 21 | Damage - 3

Tisnip wakes to the rustling of the others and frowns as she takes in her surroundings. The unexplained change of scenery causes a rush of anticipation in her and she grabs up her warhammer and her shield as she scans the camp, taking stock of the well-being of the strangers she made camp with. "Is everyone all right? Are you missing any of your belongings?"

She slowly circles the camp, not going too close to the mist, and looks at the ground and the surrounding area for any tracks that might give them a sign of how they got there.

Survival Roll (?): 22

If you want Perception then: 14

Rajiira - You can see in this clearing other individuals,  just waking and coming to the same realization as you, there's doesn't appear to be any danger at the moment

Tisnip - All of your belongings are accounted for, you don't see any signs that anyone was near you in the night.

Tyriok sits up and wearily looks around and notices everyone agitated and on edge. He whispers to closest individual next to him ((whoever that may be)) "What's going on?"

Rajiira maintains her alertness, but loosens the grip on her bow, re-quivering her arrow. Shouting back to Tisnip "This one is fine, and this one can tell that it seems that all here are fine as well. I see nothing of threat in the nearby area. Let us gather while it remains so." her voice was rich in it's accent, it was obvious she was not from the Sword Coast, but could speak common well enough. Every 'r' coming out almost as a purr. 

As Tyriok wakes, she simply says, as she is relatively close to them "Nothing to worry of, yet. Come." Then heading to the middle of the clearing, farthest from the mist, and waits. Her tail shifting cautiously, slowly.

Tyriok puts on his spectacles and makes sure he has his small book tucked away under his robes then follows the feline humanoid into the middle of the clearing, but stays about 10 feet away from the feline.

((How large is this clearing?))

Tyriok reaches into the pouch he has strapped to his waist and grabs a piece of a small copper wire. He puts one end in his mouth and murmurs an arcane incantation while pointing the other end to the feline, attempting to send a Message. "What do you see?"

((Tyriok, by the way, is a small gnome of the rock variety. He is about 3 and a half feet tall. He has spectacles with large lenses (which, of course, make his eyes look huge). He is wearing greenish robes with some browns mixed in. The small book he carries is made of leather and it looks brand new. His hair is short and black. His voice is kind of raspy but not annoyingly so.))

When you went to sleep this was a long clearing that had a well traveled road through it and thick forests on most sides, with mountains in the distance.

Now it is a smaller circular clearing, you all actually seem closer together then when you made camp. There are still woods on two sides but they are thinner and different bare trees. The air feels cooler and damper and a thick mist billows around you. You can barely even see to the edges of the clearing, and the road is gone.

Only-The-Cold you hear peoples confused voices around you. 

Rajiira would appear confused at first, until she realized what was happening, and spoke back via the spell "I see the skeletons of trees, and mist everywhere. I can see our fellows who were gathered here currently. Though I can tell nothing threatening is near enough to worry, but I am not one to sit on my tail for it to come to me, so we should gather, and plan while we still have peace. " ((anything else I see will have to be described by the DM, as I don't know if it's only us, or everyone that had been at the camp is still here or if I see anything besides that))

Aside from that, she would sit in a crouched position, constantly scanning until the others joined her.. or didn't. Rajiira wouldn't notice the cold, unless it was magically or supernaturally made, as her fur was a natural blanket, trapping her warmth.

The only people around are the 5 of you, sorry if it was unclear, you were all travelling separately but made camp within view of each other in this large nice clearing simply because it was a good place to camp. There are no other people besides the 5 of you.  A Tabaxi, a Gnome, a Tiefling, a Dwarf and a Human.

Only-The-Cold's ears prick up and she sniffs around. "There are 4 others here. Friend or Foe?"

She cacts shillelagh on her staff and readies an action, striking anyone who comes within 5 feet of her. 

"*sniff sniff* fire and brimstone, one of the devil-folk. *sniff* beer and iron, a half-man. I would recognize one of those nasally little voices anywhere, you are one of the cunning folk. Hmmm, you smell of many things, I would guess human. And you, your voice is soft, with a low rumble. One of the catfolk."

Alustine

The night before, when everyone is making camp, Alustine picks a spot away from the others. He had too many experiences with travelers reacting badly to his physical appearance...large horns that project from his head straight and tall; a thick tail, about four feet long, which lashes about when he got upset or nervous; sharply pointed canine teeth, and solid red eyes. Yes, common folk reviled him because of his looks, so he kept to himself. 

But Alustine could play the lute and pipes like nobody else. He had studied under Zamfir, the Master, and was his top student. And so the tiefling played his lute softly that night, a melody of enchantment and sorrow, filled with lost love and broken promises. The others would hear, for sure, but he only cared for his music this night.

In the morning, however, the world had changed. As the others in the clearing began to move and speak, he considered moving off on his own, like normal. But this wasn't normal, and so Alustine collected his gear and moved slowly to the center. Seeing the cat-like female and the human, he walked slowly and deliberately toward them. "Good morning. I am Alustine - and I would be your friend in this strange place." He bows gracefully, one hand across his chest, his left leg back, and his tail serving as counterbalance. "Any idea why it seems to be a different clearing than the one we fell asleep in?"

"Five silver says it's magic." Tisnip heads back to the group, glancing over her shoulder at the mist. "We're all friends here, human. As good of friends as you're likely to get, I don't like the look of this place. I'm Tisnip. Tisnip Steelfist."

She takes a moment to gather her bedroll and attach it to her pack, then arms herself once more. The group before her is an interesting bunch; she's dealt with humans and gnomes more than tabaxi or tieflings but she's never woken up transported to a dark and dreary forest either. It's exactly the kind of circumstance that makes for a defining moment in one's life and she bites her lip to hide her eagerness.

"Staying here isn't going to magically put us back, so maybe we should strike out? Search for a town or a sign post at the very least that'll tell us where we are."

Only-The-Cold relaxes. 

"Ah. I remember you. You are the ones that camped nearby. I smelled you. I am Only-The-Cold. The cold is my friend. I shall head out and see if I can find anything."

She searaches around for anything near the clearing.

Survival/investigation(subtract 5 if investigation): 23

Only-The-Cold - A quick search around the perimeter reveals a small seldom used walking path heading through a sparser area of the woods.

"I have found a path, shall we head down it?"