Scouting the ruins

Delathar has made his first transformation as a druid, and he has selected a squirrel. Lady Grey and I have chosen to embrace our stealthy sides and the three of us have separated to scout these ruins.
 
-Delathar observed approximately 15 warriors as well as a shaman chanting over a fire, which is moaning and spitting.
 
-Lady Grey detected a heavy amount of Druidic magic, and has dispelled the magic upon one of the warriors. The warrior was confused when shaken out of his trance, then bolted for the woods with some enticing. She spoke to him, and he elected to return to Hope after speaking to the disembodied voice.
 
-I hit the trees, with the assistance of my pitons and rope, to get a better look at the situation. I got 15 feet closer to the middle of the circle, where I see a wall of animal skins and the glow of a fire. I can start to hear an evil-sounding chanting, so I stuff some candle wax in my ears to be safe.
In another moment, a bad feeling overtook me, so I readied and fired a volley from my crossbow blindly at the skins. Each arrow strikes a meaty target and shatters. I have practiced for this for years and years, now is my time to shine!
After my attack, I heard in my head "I am Fenrir, I serve, his will be done!"
Not good. Not good at all...
 
-Lady grey is touching herself for some reason. This is interesting.
Oh, she can fly! What is she dropping? Some kind of silver streak. Huh.
Something just went thunk.
There is that scream inside my head again. Why is that laughing going? Fuck. How long is this going to last?
 
-The 14 ensorcelled snap out of their trance and gather around the Lady and the Warrior. A green haze appears, and now they are gone?
Fuck. This magic shit is crazy. Leave me to my traps and my locks!