The area around you seems empty and devoid of life, save to the occasional caw of a crow in the field. Nothing unusual stands out about the area, and for the most part, the only humanoid thing you see is the scarecrow.

What a loud group of people. Oh! The large metal one looked my direction! Hm... He doesn't see me? Must not have eyes.

Vex scratches the back of her ear with a claw and glances about the field. "This other being needs t'get a move on before I go grey and patchy."

"Perhaps this new addition is going to meet us further along the road. Unless any of you have suggestions, I say we continue North towards this 'River Elund' the Lord spoke of. I mean, the only thing around here is that scarecrow and I highly doubt were waiting for a scarecrow... Unless... Well... I am living metal... Who am I to deny a bundle of straw the capacity for higher thought?"

Falchion is now heading to the scarecrow.

Vex watches the clanker move toward the scarecrow, chuckles shortly, then moves in closer towards the large metal beast and the straw sack.

"Whoa! Where'd that scarecrow come from! That is most definitely a crow scaring device! Unless... It's a trap! The crows built it to scare us!" I cautiously approach the straw man, feeling, for all intents and purposes, like a cowardly lion.

I'm going to scan the field around the scarecrow for arcane influences.

The results have been pm'd to you.

I grin maliciously and loudly scream, head thrown back and fists on my hip, "Just as I thought, I'm the hottest thing in this field!" turning towards the group, I explain "There's an animation spell around the scarecrow. So... Yeah... Not half as powerful as me but still... It's magic! Anyone got some candy I usually get a treat when I do good!"

Vex stares at the deranged little thing spouting about candy and rewards for a few seconds before deciding it wasn't worth her time. She shifts her attention to the magicked scarecrow, claws on her short sword just in case.

'Well, this is an entertaining group. The way they're going now, I suppose I'll have to be the eyes of this caravan. Lest we are ambushed or watched.'  
I leap from the tree which concealed me and approach silently. I decide it's time to get on with this adventure and reveal myself. I look upon the group which i am to be a part of. Such short statured creatures. Towering at 8'1" most humanoids look like playthings in my midst. Still, I feel great power emanating from this child here. The dwarf is good natured I believe. I'll have to teach him how to walk without crushing every twig beneath his boots. I do love animals. So much easier to talk to than humans by far. They don't run from me. So, I'll get along with her. The metal behemoth carries a similar enchantment as myself. The gleam of eyes within his helmet sends a chill through my straw. Wait....I don't feel chills. What's a chill? *shakes head*
As everyone's back is to me, I kneel behind the childlike sorcerer, the ghost-light from within the Jack-O-Lantern atop my shoulders illuminates him in an eerie glow.
'Pardon me...but, but whatever are you doing? Talking to inanimate objects tends to get one nowhere.'

I laugh as after I have spoken to the sorcerer

A sound echos across the barren field as Morpheus drapes his translucent cloak over the realm. A laughter, in most languages, involves the expulsion of air from the body in a manner to express joy, confidence, or other key moods. This sound could, for one, not be described as "expelled from the body", rather, it originated from the area in which the mysterious stranger stood, and resonated throughout the field. It was a sound that, aside from its origin, was ineffable. Yet, it's effects were not so... merciful.

The sound brings to mind all the fear and sorrow of losing a loved one, the horrors of uncertainty, and the terror of a child as the wind moves the branch ever so gently across the window on a moonlit night. Children cower at night, awaiting the cold embrace of certain death when this sound was heard. Adults contemplate slitting their offsprings' throats to spare them the horrors of meeting the source of the sound. Only the bravest of fools would dare stand before it. It was, for the most part... fuckin' creepy as hell!