Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-27375402-20160309211815/@comment-26510601-20160326031750

AS the group approached the caravan, the first two people to greet them were the guards. Their silent stare that would pierce the heart of any man examined them before they moved around the caravan. One joined the coach of the carriage while the other sat just on the back side of the caravan. As mentioned before, the caravan was of exquisite material. Heavy oak supported by strong posts that helped make the frame of the caravan and drawn by fine horses of a fine blond color and with brilliant black manes. Their reins were held by the coach himself, sitting in a lounging position as he only need to look ahead of the road to and pull on the reins every now and then to guide them.

As everyone settled into their positions, the caravan slowly began to take its draw and soon be off on the road with the small squad of shinobi on each side.

For hours they rode and others walked, a steady and slow pace meant for no need to expend their stamina shortly but it left more time to be wasted as the sun quickly reached its peak in the sky an slowly descend. At this point, the troupe had already passed the first village. The next they’d pass would be around nightfall if unhindered and from there most would rest.

But… something seemed strange. As they drew an hour past the village out into nothing, one of the many trees that encroached on the trail-blazed roads held a strange symbol. It was drawn in red paint and appeared like that of a simple eye created from two ovals with the horizontal one representing the pupil nearly overlapping the lines of the “lids” itself.

Perhaps it was a sign, or something a bit more malicious. Those who for some reason actively sought out reason behind it would find that this was in fact a seal through feeling or even seeing the chakra imbued within. As the carriage drew near, this chakra was activated by some unknown purpose and those who gazed upon it would find their sense of direction lost.

The guards kept their minds while the coach of the carriage squinted his eyes to what he saw, “Odd, never seen a Mon like that in these parts…”

Those who eyes laid upon the strange sign would find their sense of direction lost, especially the coach who had just eyed it. From here on, perhaps for hours more if this trick was not discovered, the carriage would take a confusing set of turns that would simply make the group circle around the general area. No signs of civilization was at least an hour from here, leaving the group by themselves… at least alone from what they didn’t see yet.