"Thank you, my friend - both for this sustenance and for your powerful conjuration that saved us all!" Calinar walks among the group, distributing enough healing to seal open wounds (3 HP apiece). Then he goes to the edge of the water and rinses his head and hands and feet, before lifting his hands and murmuring a soft prayer of thanks to the ancient powers that brought them together and carried them through the battle.

Returning, he dresses himself in his armor and cleans his rapier, before taking a small stringed instrument out of his pack. Laying it across his lap, he plays a simple, soothing melody while watching his companions and the area around them.

(I never did get a response from the captain if he knew the locationn of the yuan-ti village.)

Before the Captain leaves, he says "The last I saw, there was a Yuan-ti village was on the boarders of the Shadowlands and the Blight. If it is not already consumed by the mist, I am not sure it will be around long. Hopefully those folk moved eastward to avoid whatever that is."

   Gilnur pops the berry in his mouth and begins nosily chewing it. "Hmmm. Not a little bland." His eyes turn to the looming mist to the west and his eyes grow dark. "I have a bit left in me still, but maybe a rest before we head in there." The dwarf continues to take inventory to make sure he didn't lose anything in the hasty exit of the skyship. Looking back again to the mist. "Not sure how I feel about sleeping this close to that though. Seems less than half a mile away."

Artemis gratefully accepts the berries and smiles as he begins eating, relishing in the natural flavor and the restorative effect of the treat. The elf looks around the immediate area a bit discontentedly because of the lack of trees to climb for cover, but he quietly accepts this fact and goes about the business of tending to his equipment. He reloads the spent bolts into his crossbow, again marveling at the extra dimensional quality of the weapon that allows for it's impressive capacity, and he lovingly cleans and polishes the weapon with the careful eye of a professional. After an extremely thorough job on his hand crossbow, Artemis moves his attention to his shield and chainmail hauberk; likewise cleaning and polishing the surface of both to ensure that they are free of any damaging substances. Once his task is completed, the wood elf dons his equipment and takes his time to ensure all of his gear is securely fastened and ready for battle at a moment's notice.

Hearing his companion Gilnur express his doubts about their proximity to the Mist, the wood elf turns and addresses the dwarf, "A reasonable concern, my brother. I share your unease. That mist is an unnatural thing..." Artemis shivers slightly despite himself, "and it chills the bones to so much as share the same air with it. That fight above took much out of us all however, and we can't risk encountering danger again before we've recovered. I will keep watch for a time if you and anyone else wants to take the first round of sleep, and we can alternate shifts in a few hours. I will, of course, immediately alert everyone to any threat should our proximity to the mist prove hazardous."

Calinar listens quietly to the others, then interjects, "I, too, am sore and I expended much - against the wyverns in particular - but we have only been awake for an hour or so. I fear my gifts from the ancient ones will not be replenished so quickly."

(So sounds like we're long resting before moving on, right?)

OOC: that is up to all of you. I can push the narrative forward, or we can rp more. Do you want to rest or explore?

"Do we want sit for a spell and then make use of our daylight? Maybe head north and look for that yuan-ti village? Not sure what use it'd be, since it's possibly abandoned."

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OOC: that is up to all of you. I can push the narrative forward, or we can rp more. Do you want to rest or explore?

OOC: You technically did not complete a log rest from last night. You went to bed in the early hours of Dawn, had the shadow dream, and then woke up in the middle of a battle. You are eligible.

As the group prepares their evening rest, they all are grateful for the time to fall asleep. Feeling exhausted from waking before a rest was completed, the group drifts off to sleep one by one. Organizing a watch, each member takes a turn, but as the night wears on, during Kyra's watch, she smells a sweet aroma of perfume and jasmine, and she to drifts off to sleep.

As sleep takes Kyra, all of you once again are found in a misty plane of the dream-scape. This time, instead of it being filled with light, everything is dark, grey and shadowed. Coming out of the mist, you see figures coming out of the mist. You see a gorgeous Wood-Elf with long brown hair and braids holding her hair back, and a bow slung across her back. You see a strong looking man with earthen chiseled features. It looks to be a Genasi in armor, with a white spear. You also see a small Halfling, a glint in his eye and a smirk on his lips. Daggers at his side.

"Looks like we have some new adventurers, dont we Flint." the beautiful wood elf says.

"It appears so. Perhaps they can succeed where we failed." The Genasi says.

"I don't know if they look up to it though. I mean... look at them. Do we really want to send them into their doom?" the little halfling says.

"We dont have a choice Carodoc." the wood elf says. "This mist is a biproduct of our failure. If we cant find a way to correct it, the mist will consume the world, Shadowlands and the Feylands alike."

The Genasi waves his hand, and in the hazy dreamscape, he clears the camp area that you are all resting in. A table of sorts is formed, and food of all kinds, thick with every delicacy and delight you could image in at the table. "Come my friends. Sit and eat at this Heroes Feast, and we will try and explain."

The Wood Elf sits, grabbing an Ale, and Flint plops down next to her, quickly following suite. The Halfling eyes the group suspiciously, before sitting himself and grabs a bottle of wine. "You really think they can stop Morgan?"

The Wood Elf shrugs. "We will see. If the Archfey sent them in, perhaps it is Frixori's last will. We shale see."

Calinar stares at the trio who march forward out of the darkness. "You... are you servants of the Archfey as well? How do you know our mission?" He eyes the feast with skepticism and concern, but the rumbling of his stomach breaks his stern visage and he leans forward and begins to fill his plate.

The Wood Elf leans forward, elbows on the table and interlaces her fingers. under her chin. "We were the reason the Gods that were left fell. We failed in our mission. A powerful Serpant Queen named Visarai killed the remaining Gods, and then killed the Pheonix Queen, breaking the cycle of rebirth. The remaining gods sacrificed themselves to give the Archfey more power to protect the planes that were left."

The Halfling stands up in his chair, tears streaming down his cheeks. "We killed that blasted Visarai, but we lost 3 of our members in doing so, and not before she broke the world!"

Flint the Genasi nods gravely. "In doing so, the ripples of the cycle of rebirth is broken. Now this fog rolls through the lands, consuming everything. Morgan... one of our friends... she is now an Archfey... a Shadowlord? I am not sure. She is the most powerful being in this plane. Her roll in the time before the planes collapsed, was to consume so the lands could be reborn. But without the Phoenix Queen to come and give rebirth, she is unchecked. The lands will all be consumed, and a Curse will be on the Land."

The wood elf nods. "We are trapped in the mists now. We fight her as we can... it feels like centuries? Minutes? It is hard to tell from one day to the next. We have little effect on the the outcome. It seems like Morgan's power is just to strong. She has taken over much of the Shadowlands already, and many of the Shadowlords are under her sway."

Kyra looks at the groups that came out of their dreams. Seeing the table full of meat, she grabs a piece and rips into it. "So... we are supposed to what? Kill this Morgan person? Would that fix the mists?"

Upon waking in the misty dreamscape, Artemis immediately assumed a defensive frame of mind. He whipped his head about, bright eyes darting here and there like an animal's, and a dark scowl twisted his fine elven features. Gilnur had been right; it had been foolish to set up camp this close to the God-cursed Mist. Yet... what was that, figures approaching? The archer's hand shot toward his crossbow with preternatural swiftness, but he hesitated when the three materialized into the forms of another wood elf, a Genasi and a halfling and they began to address the party. Artemis listened to them speak in silence, standing away from the table for the moment and still studying the figures intently while absorbing the full weight of their words. The feast was enough to make the mouth water and the elf could feel his hunger gnawing at him from within, but he was still uncertain just how far to trust this spectral trio, their offerings or their revelations.

"Tell me," Artemis began, speaking in Sylvan to the beautiful wood elf woman, "how can we be certain we can trust you? Are you able to prove your motives or provide evidence about that which you speak? If you are genuine, you will appreciate our caution and prudence in this matter."

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Desarian looks somewhat distrustingly at the unexpected feast before him as he wakes up in the dream, unsure of the three figures who appeared and suggested they eat.  As he walks to the table to take a seat, he casts Purify Food and Drink on the table, just to be sure.  As he reaches the table, he pulls out a chair for himself and sits down, grabbing some food and wine now that he's confident it's safe to eat, listening with interest and waiting to see how they respond to Artemis.

As those that sits down to enjoy the meal bite into the food.... it is the best food you have ever eaten. As you eat, you feel as if you are getting stronger and more hardy, if only for a while. You feel more confident that you can face any fear, and resist the worst of any attack to your systems. 

Des casts the spell, and as you do so you get a sense that the food is a manifestation of divine power at a high level. You feel that your spell does nothing, but not because it failed, but because if ever their was a more pure meal, it is this here before you.

The wood elf looks to Artemis, "There is nothing that I could do or say to prove anything to you. If you were sent by the Archfey to find out about the mists, you will learn of it soon enough. We can only offer you so much help as of now, but Flint here wished to give you something to assist in your fight to come. He... took a liking to you as your namesake is the god that he served... and failed."

Artemis, as you look, you can see that the shield and the spear that Flint (the Genasi) carries has the engravings of the old goddess of the moon herself, Artemis. You try to get a read on her, but she is hard to read. She has the look of nobility, and used to dealing with the nuances of court intrigue.

Carodoc looks to Kyra. "Well, at least there is 1 good looking one in the bunch. If you find me after you deal with the mists, maybe I will take you out for a dance or 2. But first... to put it bluntly, yes... We believe that if you can kill Morgan, then you can prevent the mist from spreading, or even destroy the mists itself. She has been corrupting the lands with her consumption for this past century, and she does not even resemble the woman we once knew."

Carodoc says with a tear coming out of her eye. "All this god stuff we got caught up in! She was such a sweet woman. A real friend ya know! But Visarai the serpant queen corrupted her as surely as everyone else she touched, and now Morgan is... a thing of evil..."

     "Bah! cough...cough," Gilnur exclaims when he wakes as the mist overtakes his group. "This blasted mist again." Expecting the archfey lords again, he pauses, going completely still, and listens, when these unfamiliar voices speak through the fog. His hand begins to glow white hot with as he prepares a spell. He holds it while they explain their presence, ready to release it should these newcomers prove to be hostile. He relaxes his posture when the earth genasi summons a feast for the party and approaches the table with some trepidation. The dwarf reaches out a cautious hand to test the food. The instant the bite hits his tongue, his sour demeanor melts away. "Now I'll take that over those berries any day of the week and twice on Almsday!" 

     "So let me get this straight," he says through a mouthful with some disbelief, "y'all came from a time when the gods existed?!"

At the mention of his namesake, a small smile crosses Artemis' face despite his conservative demeanor. It is a connection that the wood elf cherishes deeply, and his most favorite memories are of stalking the Eastern plains in his youth by the light of the moon, tracking his prey and imagining the lost goddess by his side, both delighting in the nature of the hunt. This reference thaws the archer's icy mien, and he nods in acceptance of the woman's words and takes a seat at the table. He then turns towards the Genasi, Flint, and nods again in gratitude.

"I would be honored to accept this gift from you, Flint." Feeling as though he should say a bit more, Artemis pauses a brief moment but continues. "The Gods are only failed when their faithful despair and lose faith or forget them entirely. That you still carry her boon is an act that does both you and her great honor, and I would be proud to carry her symbol forward in our shared mission, in both of your shared memories."

To further demonstrate his faith, the wood elf begins to place succulent pieces of fruit and lean, choice cuts of meat on his plate. He thanks his hosts for the gift of sustenance and begins eating, showing an odd clash of mannerisms in that he eats quite delicately but uses only his hands, forgoing the use of utensils. The archer's face shows his enjoyment of the sumptuous feast, and he remains quiet for a moment as he simply enjoys the food and allows the trio to speak uninterrupted. As the halfling begins to lament the corruption and subsequent loss of their ally however, Artemis swallows his bite of food and speaks again.

"Can you tell us any more about this Morgan? Where can we find her, and what can we expect when we face her? Is she a mighty warrior, or a powerful magic user? I am sorry for the loss of your friend, but as her former companions, you might be uniquely equipped to aid us in defeating her. Any additional knowledge you can bestow will help us greatly in accomplishing the objective we all want to see done."

 "If that's true, then you've been here," Desarian waves a hand at the mist around them, "for centuries!" He looks around.  "Where are we?"