Anatol moves forward. 

"The temple directed us toward you. They seem to think that you have some knowledge that might help us save a wounded girl.  We need to find a spell that will take us into her mind. She seems to have been infected with a corruption and we will try to save her." 

The wizard looks at Anatol and take a step forward him. At least he doesn't seem ready to dissapear again. 

" ¿Into her mind? ¿A corruption? Tell me everything. Quick! "

After the party explain everything to him with detail, the wizard halting their tale to ask some details here and there he seems very worried. 

" We fought these mounstrosities during the War. And I hoped not to face another one in my life. " he sighs but seems to strengthen a little bit " I can perform the ritual that will take us to her mind. She is currently struggling with that creature, and I hope it's just one, but if she loses the fight it could enter again in our reality. They infect mortals with their foul spawn if they sense enough pain, fear or anger. And having one of those monstruosities attacking peseants could lead to a lot of pain and fear. I guess that your quick intervention yesterday prevented it for infect more people. Let's hope that.  But I cannot face the creature. If it kills me the link with our plane will be broken and will be lost in their realm. If you get killed by it there... your body will perish and die. Are you sure you want to do this? " he hesitates for a moment before saying " there is another option. We can send her to another plane. Once the creature manifest it will die of starvation not having anyone to prey upon. "  

"Sending her to another plane, however, would doom her to destruction, correct?"

"She probably is already" says Draxios. 

Anatol looks at Vallineral knowing full well that the answer wouldn't appeal to the elf. 

"We have to try and help her but I will need to rest before we go in. Do we have time ? Also would you have anything that could help us or prepare us for the fight ?"

Moravasti nods his head in silent agreement with Anatol. The monk closes his eyes and mentally replays his last encounter with this monster that he seems certain to face once again. The familiar words of Master Zan echo through Moravasti's head. A single failure can make one doubly wise. 

Vallineral, without falter, replies. "If it means saving a soul from an aberration, then I am ready." He places a hand over his heart. "Let me know when you are ready to do so."

The wizard look at the determined party before him and says. 

" So be it. The hard way, as always. Wait for me at the Temple tonight, I'll be there. " 

And with that he blinks out of sight, leaving the four of them in the field with the buzzing bees. 

(Moravasti has need of nothing before the encounter with Klithus and Draxios. Safe to assume we're moving forward without Jorunn (NeoMagus) then?)

(He hasn't been online since 2nd of January I say that she will keep along with you, in case he shows again. Metioning the trio was my mistake, for I just counted those of you who are talking :) )

I say move forward. I ll take a long rest though.

And we have a meeting tonight at a certain inn 

(The problem is.. now you have two meetings tonight, one at the temple and one at the inn. Wich one are you going to attend first?, albeit the inn is withou appointment though  ;) ) 

We all know the lady needs saving and Vallineral will not miss THAT appointment. 

The party returns to their inn, and take some rest and gets ready for the events that will take place in the night. 

At the proper hour, they are back to the Temple, wich still has its doors open, but there are only a few people inside, praying. They head for the Temple of Asklepia and once inside they are coducted to another diferent room from wich they were that morning. Inside it they find both Brother Klithus and Draxios talking in whisper to each other. In the center of the room there is a pack of hay in wich laying is the woman, still covered in bandages, wich are still stained in blood. Her breathing is laboring, and her skin is covered with sweat. 

Painted in the floor just below her and surrounding her, there are circles and magic script that intertwin and makes a couple of concentric circles with her in the center. Around it, and forming an intricate map of lines and magic script connectic them all, there are four more circles, one in each of the cardinal points. The magic scripture seems to be made of bluelish pale light that gives the entire room an eerie glow. There are no more furniture in the room and the window is shut.

Anatol's mouth goes dry. He recognizes the ritual, for had participated in another similar during the War.  

- Welcome friends - says Brother Klithus - I am grateful for your presence here. - 

- We should start - says Draxios - I do not know how much time left we got. - 

- Of course, of course - replies Klithus and start guiding you towards one of each of the small circles painted in the floor while the wizard starts explaining to you. 

When you enter the circle the blue dim light doesn''t diminish and it cast glooming shadows over you from below. 

- Let me explain. - starts Draxios - I will put you all in a trance that will allow you enter the woman's mind. You will be transported to the Nightmare Realm where she has been imprisioned and tortured by the Quori spawn that had taken root in her mind. I do not know what are you find there, wich fears or memories she is facing or the quori are feeding upon, but be ready for anything. If you ever had a nightmare, you can picture some of the things you are going to face there. You have to find her, and to find the creature that it's feeding on her mind to grow stronger, stronger enough to open a portal into our realm. It will be your very minds what will be transported to this other realm, so you will have all your knowledge and abilities at your disposal, but make no mistake, any wound or damage that you will suffer there, your mind will suffer too. Your minds could be obliterated in there, and your bodys will not survive withour your minds. I will see and hear everything you do, but I could not interfere or aid you. For me to be able to anchor your minds to this realm I must keep myself as a bridge between them, not really in any of them. If you linger too long, or explore too deep into this nightmare realm I couldn't be able to retrive you, so be wary. - he looks to them to see if they are understanding everything he is explaining. - Also, we are going to attract some unwanted attention of the inhabitants of this realm. I hope to go unnoticed, but if I get attacked I should sever the link and bring us all back. If I die. You will be lost forever. - he makes a motion with his hand - please, sit inside the circle the good Brother has positioned you. - 

You all sitdown, trying to find a comfortable posture and Brother Klithus adds. 

- We have taken measures in case... - he staggers - in case you fail and another creature enters this temple. - May the blessing of Asklepia and the Twelve be with you - he adds. 

- Close your eyes... - 

Moravasti listens intently to all that Draxios has to say. Humbled by the gravity of this situation, the monk sits within one of the circles and makes quick eye contact with Anatol and Vallineral to make certain they wish to continue. He then closes his eyes and waits for what comes next. 

Anatol nods gravely and walks into the circle. 

"Ready as we will ever be." 

Vallineral feels somewhat comforted that his enemy has a name; he has something to place against the vision of that nightmare monster as he prepares himself mentally to fight against the enemy. He takes a seat, placing the twin-bladed scimitar upon his lap, mentally saying his creeds to himself in his head while the ritual is getting ready.

"I am ready." Vallineral tells Anatol and Brother Kilthus. "The sooner we start, the sooner we can save this soul."

The tall woman also steps into the circle designated to her and takes a sit, she hesitates to close her eyes, but she finally does. 

You all hear, over the quite whining of the woman, the voice of the wizard reciting an incantation. The glowing of the runes inscirbed in the floor intensifies, even with their eyes closed they can feel how the blue light grows, becoming more and more brighter. 

Surprisingly, they feel groogy and sleepy and the light doesn't wake up them. When Moravasti feels that his head drops to his chest and his full body going down to the floor a part of his sleepy mind thinks that he must wake up and stand! When he does he is no longer at the same room he was before. 

He looks around and he finds himself in a road, alongside the road there is a field of green grass and flowers, but just a few feets from the road the grass whiters and turns into a grey mass of dead plants. The sky is covered by thick and dark clouds, but no thunder can be heard. 

Looking around he sees his other companions. All thei gear and clothes they brought to the temple are with them. They look to each other confused. 

Suddenly, just ahead of them, about 20 feet away, when the road makes a little rise and turns to the left they hear some kid giggle. They look and see a toddle looking at them. The kid chuckles and turns away running. They cannot see it anymore but they hear its giggles.

(Glad that worked, elves normally can't be put to sleep by magic ;-) )

"We appear to be within the mind now." Vallineral says to his companions. "I think we need to ward this child, let us be off." He keeps hold of his twin-bladed scimitar, assuming that another one of those strange beasts, quori he thinks they called them, will not be far behind.

"Agreed," responds Moravasti with a slight nod. With quarterstaff in hand, he sets out to follow the sound of the child's laughter.