Re: Ch10 - Journey to Yggdrasil
When the party was gathered at the back door, Mord concentrated on his inner strength. Peeking around the corner opposite direction of where they sought to go, Mord gathered the memory of the fire at the Triplefang camp, the yelling and concern at the fire, and pushed that memory towards the far direction, using his magic to inflate the memory into a bubble of sound that seemed to rise into worried voices calling out, gradually increasing in proximity and urgency/volume.
When he was confidently assured that it had anchored per his intention, Mord concentrated on a the force of light and fire, creating the flickering reds and oranges of firelight, reflected from smoke. In a confined underground location, fire was just as much danger as at sea, but the smoke even more dangerous - part of the reason why Mord liked open air and broad expanses, but that was another tale for another day.
He then trotted over to rejoin the others, keeping his concentration on the latter magic, and mentally moving it slightly back and forth to seem to be a fire undulating, and even slightly nearing... but still blocks away, and needing some effort to investigate.
OOC:
Subject to plans of the rest of the party:
Cast Ghost Sound cantrip of dwarven voices upset/yelling
Then cast/concentrate on Silent Image of fire/smoke in the distance, in direction of the voices
Then we scamper away the other direction, assuming the guards go there