Sylas, who has gathered a grand total of 8 javelins. Uses a small piece of rope to bundle them together and sling the bundle over his shoulder. The faint bluish glow not as strong as it was before the battle but he seems to be holding himself together in the very least.

"Come now, We need to move. It wont be long until Draxx sends more of his minions and we are in no shape for a fight." The hollow voice carries as he looks to the treeline. "Saida, Zinn scout ahead in the air; Make sure we are not walking into an ambush." The Dread Warriors experience from life shining threw in this moment, In life he was the leader of a small band of Mercenaries and was accustomed to giving tasks to others.

Sylas walks to the treeline and waits for everyone else to follow.

Saida nodded. "Whoever has the staff will want to hold onto that tightly," she said. Stepping outside the tree, she spread her wings and flew up above the treeline to try and get the scope of the area, and to find the best path through in the direction Pine had mentioned.

Perception: 7

Survival: (to find a path through) 12

"Indeed," replies Zinn. "Scouting ahead." 

He then spreads his wings and quickly makes a vertical climb along with Saida, studying the landscape as he does so. (Perception: 6 | Survival: 6)

So as Saida and Zinn make their way up above the trees, together they are able to spot what looks like a small river nearby that they should be able to follow to get to the road and sword coast. When you return back and tell the others, you all start heading south a a bit until you hit the river and begin heading west along the bank of the river for a while. The river bank is more exposed but much easier traveling because the mist and number of trees seems to be much thinner here. All of you make your way down the riverbank for a while and before long night begins to fall very quickly as the trees and mist quickly devour the sunlight once it begins to set.

(you guys going to continue, camp? what is everyone doing?)

Chatters follows behind chattering, as he does. If the living wish to camp he will become a sentinel for the camp.

Sylas would have been in the Front and roughly an hour after nightfall he would stop the group. "It's best we make camp and rest." His hollow voice carrying threw the air. "I know some of us actually require sleep. I think it best if Chatters and I keep a stern watch for a time." He lays the bundle of Javelins down along with his shield and battle axe. " At some time in the night I will wake you Zinn to take over for me, I need to patch some of my armor before we move on." 

((Technically I can never get Exhausted but I need a long rest to heal and get my Lay on Hands back.))

"Yes, of course," Zinn replies. "Just give a gentle nudge to the spider that's resting motionless on this tree." 

The imp then changes shape, taking the form of a small spider. 

(So I will let you all RP how you rest how you want, Even though some of you don't actually need it I would assume you at least take it easy. I would say anyone that is a fiend or undead basically can rest like a warforged)

 But any anyone else needs to sleep like normal. 

(Also Pine needs to do his trance thing to rest lol)

Chuckles will gather up a few small limbs and logs and pile them up, all the while laughing to himself and occasionally doing flips and cartwheels out of habit. Once he has enough wood he would launch a fire bolt[ at the logs to get a fire going. Once lit, the demon would move close enough to the fire that the flames licked his back before spinning around his steel flute at the end of his spiked chain prior to holding it to his lips. A moment later an eerie and haunting song would emanate from the cackler as he played his flute. The sounds bouncing off the trees like a strange chorus while the small demon thumps his tail against the dirt near the fire to the beat of the song sending sparks flying into the air. As the sparks fly higher and he nearly finishes his song, you can see flashes of light at his feet cast sinister looking shadows up on the tree canopy above before a puff of smoke appears to engulf the tiny demon, only for him to appear on the other side of the fire.... "I still got it! It is nice being able to perform how and went I want' Chuckles will say clutching his flute before laying down near the fire.

Odysseus just buries himself in the clothes of a corpse for warmth as he sleeps. He’s used to unsuitable conditions.

Sylas kneels on the ground as the Blue glow seems to soften and Flicker occasionally, Finding a rest like state but still having his wits about him to keep watch threw out the night.

Perception: 9

Chatters finds a spot to the side of the camp to keep lookout and examines his medallion of the silver unicorn before becoming motionless.

Perception -> 17

So as night passes, on occasion a few creatures come close to the camp but never attack. At one point Sylas hears a few twigs snap nearby while Chatters catches a glimpse of a pair of shadowy figures moving through the bushes and trees but the fire and the two figures standing guard prevent the creatures from pushing any further. Eventually the sun rises and Pike seems to snap out of his trance. He quietly moves into the forest and returns after about twenty minutes with an arm full of berries and fruits and a few frogs and small birds that he manages to kill with a few good shots with a sling. He then starts to cook the critters over the warm coals of the fire. 

(It is morning!)

Before sunrise, After six hours Sylas comes out of the dormant state in which he had spent the night. The Blue glow from under his armor now much stronger then it had previously been. The plates of his armor creak and whine like un-oiled gears as the Dread warrior stands and looks at the rest of the group. Chatters was beginning to stir much like Sylas, Having no real need of rest He knew the skeleton was in a Dormant state like he had been.

Stoking the flames of the fire before the sun rises and using his axe to chop down a smaller tree for use as firewood, He makes sure the fire doesn't burn out before He walks to the River bank. Sylas steps into the river, just to his shins and removes his helm. Looking at his reflection in the water. The Skeletal visage and blue energy seeping off of him, He has had for years but now it felt...Strange like he expected to see something else in the reflection. "Sy-Sylas.....Linth?" The Name lingered in the back of his mind, He wasn't sure where it came from but it sounded familiar. He stays like this until the others begin to stir, at which point he puts the helm back on and rejoins them at the campfire.

Hungry spent all night sucking gently on a corpse while asleep. He suddenly jumps up. A nightmare. Darkness. Nothing but darkness. He should enjoy that, but.. nothing. Just a feeling of dread.

Hungry goes up to the Dread Warrior, curious. And confused. Mostly confused.

Pine finishes cooking up the small frogs and birds and moves over to hungry and offers him a cooked critter before extending his hand up towards the dread warrior. "do... do you want something to eat?" The small elf would ask as he holds up the tiny cooked bird. 

Hungry happily swallows the poor bird whole. (To him, it looks terrifying) Finally, something cooked.

Sylas looks at the boy holding the bird. "No boy, i do not." Coldy and calm, The Dread Warrior begins lightly tapping on his pauldron.

Odysseus has a great dream of flying heads, skeletons and a weird dog tick.

Nope, that’s reality.

Odysseus looks at the bird. My dear tasty... ahem.... I said Pastry! My dear pastry giving friend, I don’t eat that, I’m afraid. No. But I do have a taste for aunts... I mean ants! Yes! 

Odysseus flies outside and looks for ‘ants’ (people. Vulnerable people. He needs breakfast) 

perception:14

You find some ants near a tree but no living people around the camp site.