Still a mite leery of exhausting too much of what remained of his arsenal, Courage would turn on the remaining creatures with his augmented gauntlets ready to put an end to them in a few short jabs of them. That is, between needing to bob and weave and deflect lashing tendrils and worse in between just getting in position for such heroics!

Action: Thundah Gauntlet Combo Breaker!
(Lethal)Gauntlet - Attack: 3+13 Damage: 9 thunder damage to Lost(3) (or 2, if 3 is dead).
(Lethal)Gauntlet - Attack: 2+17 Damage: 6 thunder damage to Lost(3) (or 2, if 3 is dead).
If either hit, target has disadvantage on all attacks NOT directed at Courage.

The remaining Lost is defeated, however the prophetess appears to be too panicked to notice that, or you.

 Courage breaks out his Yklwa, and gives the corpses a few extra stabs just to make sure they were dead dead, and not something else. If others hadn't gone over to the prophetess by the time he's done, only then would he turn to the others and say, "I have a potion of Heroism, if you all think it'd help. Otherwise, uh.... wellI can try to whip up some soup I guess to help calm her down?"

When the last lost falls by Courage's hand, Yvan takes a deep breath to end his rage, then quickly turns to where Alys had been and cups her cheeks in his hands. "Are you okay?" He questions quietly with a worried frown, looking her over. After seeing that most of her wounds were closed (going based off her HP on her sheet), he presses his forehead against hers and releases a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness..."

At the tieflings voice, the goliath pulls away from the wizard, a bit flushed having completely forgotten their mission for a moment there. "U-uh... I can... help with the soup..." He offers, then looks over to Alys. "... Maybe you could help calm her down?"

Alys' eyes go big, softening all doey when Yvan would take her face in his hands. She'd nod gently, letting out a happy hum when he presses his forehead against hers. "We're okay." She'd add softly with a tender smile. With pink cheeks, the cleric would nod with a hint of confidence in response to Yvan's suggestion. "I have something I keep on hand just in case."

The elf would take graceful strides towards the panicked prophetess. As she approached, Alys would hum a light, soothing lullaby that her mother used to sing to her when she awoke from nightmares.

"Hi Prophetess." Alys would reach a hand out towards the the woman. "My name is Alys, and we are here to guide you out of this nightmare." She'd give an encouraging smile.

(Willing to use Calm Emotions if she's frightened beyond function.)

The tiefling shakes his head and scoffs, seeming both amused and mildly exasperated at the loving pair. But following the goliath's offer, he nods and started to look about for a spot not covered in viscera or body parts for the sake of setting up shop. It is only Alys' hint of an idea that gives Courage pause long enough to watch on curiously to what was to come in the next few moments. Startled half-way into it though, Courage pops his face plate back, and is looking to Stella and Vastra both with concern. "You two ladies are alright as well, yes? Not sure how much of these injuries will remain once we leave -- something we should've perhaps asked more about in hindsight -- but, be -that- as it may.... are you alright?"

Stella examines her injuries and shrugs. "I'm not in peak condition, but I'll survive." Obsidian bats at her ankles, and she rolls her eyes and picks the cat up. "Other than having a pushy familiar. Cut it out, you. You'll get catnip when we're not stuck in a nightmare world."

(OOC: At about 2/3 health on my part, Uncanny Dodge saving me again)

The prophetess stops crying after a few moments and is able to respond to Alys. "Thank you. But I'll only be able to get out of here and wake up when Nuraska's dead."

(Huh... thought I posted earlier, but it appearantly hadn't gone through. :/)

"Or perhaps he's worried about you? If need be, you have one of my own one potions to top you off. Better safe than sorry than all that." Courage suggest, popping a superior healing potion form a side poition and offering the vial to Stella. If she doesn't take it however, then Courage simply nods and dons the contents himself. After that, the visor is down again as he starts to pull out other supplies to get some kind of meal going on the spot. Seeing however the priestess seem to calm down with Alys' interference, Courage calls out, "So, what's the plan then? She aight? Was she able to tell you how we might end this nightmare, and get her back home? Or even where to start with that?" He asked, having probably at best only gotten a quarter of the exchange between prophetess and Alys.

"More like worried about his treat supply," Stella says dryly, but she does accept the potion. "Thank you, Courage." She downs it calmly around petting Obsidian, then turns her attention to Alys, giving the young cleric a reassuring smile and a thumbs up.

Healing: 32

Alys would nod solemnly to the priestess, help her up and lightly dab away her tears with a sleeve. “Then that is our next task.” She’d say softly, gesturing towards the Misfits, ushering her over gently. “Will you join my companion’s and I over this way? Our tiefling makes wonderful comfort snacks...” A tender smile tugged at her lips. The elf herself has enjoyed much of his comfort food since he’s joined, and she knows it’ll be a staple for her for some time... 

Once the priestess was brought over and settled with the group, Alys would respond to Courage. “The priestess states that we must bring an end to Nuraska in order to end the nightmare and return back.” 

At this point, while Courage prepped a snack on the fly, Alys would pull out her healing kit to check on everyone one by one. There never goes a moment that she doesn’t make sure she’s aware of their health. The cleric always kept tabs, thankful that Courage always checked in too. Although Stella downed a potion, the elf would still complete her rounds. She’d treat the prophetess as well if she was injured.

”Prophetess, do you know anything of this Nuraska?”

Healing Kit Stella: 10 + HP die 
Healing Kit Vastra:  6 + HP die 
Healing Kit Courage:  5 + HP die 
Healing Kit Yvan:  9 + HP die 
Healing Kit Alys:  6 + HP die  

Stella tilts her head. "What or who is Nuraska?" she asks thoughtfully. "And where can we find them?"

"No problem, Stella." Courage replied with a smile to his voice, before looking back to Alys. And once armed with an answer about their next goal, he more promptly focuses on turning out supplies and seasonings from various compartments and pouches on his person: All in an effort to make some sandwhiches. Though he had a rough idea by now on everyone's preferred tastes, he asks again all the same so that he knew what vegetables and even meats to pass along to Yvan to chop up, along with a cutting board and knife.

Halfway through, the tiefling cannot help but chuckle, remembering only then that they were still in a dreamworld. But, this didn't stop him from touching up and pass out sandwiches for everyone to snack on while the Prophetess told more of her tale, or were being treated by Alys. 

"Nuraska is the one that created this nightmare and trapped me inside of it while I was sleeping. She's an incredibly powerful caster and she can control this realm effortlessly. She is currently in the throne room of this castle."

Vastra hit die:1

It was kind of amazing how Courage had all these meats and vegetables stored away, readily preparing snacks and meals when the opportunity presented itself. Yvan wasn't the best at chopping and slicing (for food purposes, anyway), but he did his best as he listened to Alys interact and question the prophetess. 

Upon hearing about Nuraska, the barbarian's lips thin. "Do you know why she did this to you in particular?" He questions, setting aside some of the vegetables for Courage to use for some sandwiches. He could be seen munching on one while Alys tends to his wounds (sharing with her had she wanted), but he cleans his hands to assist her tending to her wounds. 

"It's likely that she targeted me because I have the gift of prophecy."

"Not much of a surprise there. Memory is already getting fuzzy on me. But, I do remember something about your abilities drawing something's... attention. And this whole thing being some way to obscure or... somethin." Courage mentions, taking another bite of his black forest ham with a simple ham sandwhich. "Ah, obscure your vision! That was it... Was it this Nurasaka you were predicting, destined to predict? Or do they have a boss we'll need to worry about after all this done?" He asked plainly. "Also, uh... forgive me, but.. if she  can manipulate this realm effortlessly, have you discerned a means we might disrupt that somehow? For I would rather not find myself half-melted into a wall, if at all possible."

"My dream was about something worse than Nuraska. It was about an ancient evil that has been sealed within a temple on the moon. I assume that Nuraska has a vested interest in preventing me from warning of its' attempt to escape from its' prison."

Courage tries to snap his fingers; but, realizing too late the gauntlets in place, chuckles and points to the priestess. "That was it. Sounds like our next job, if'n we survive all this. Which, I'm certainly hoping so! Don't wanna make my boy Souperb an orphan now. Poor little thing won't know what to do with himself without me in the picture. My poor, poor, goopy boy." He feigns whipping a tear from his eyes, using the remains of his sandwhich... and then promptly eats the rest of it. 

"So! Where all ready to see the Queen, and let her now why don't just kidnap people this day and age, or do the rest of you need time?" He says with a mouthful. "Also, what do we do about the priestess? We taking her with, or...?"

Stella glances at the priestess. "What do you-ow! Cut it out, Obsidian." She sets the cat down, since he just stuck his claws into her arm to inform her he was done with being petted. "What would you prefer? Do you want to come with, or wait for us somewhere else?"