Lorell yells "We can't take that, we've got to go!" gesturing towards the spiders. Lorell reaches out and touches the shield. 

@lorell - as you reach out and place your hand to the shield, you too disappear leaving only the Genasi and the Dwarf standing to face the onslaught of arachnids.

@krom and @garnet - do you stay or do you follow?

The wave of spiders were hesitating, fear instilled in them thanks to Ithelion and Lorell's intervention. The sound that eminates from the approching swarm is bone chilling, it's a lyrical sound that is sad or mornful. For a moment Garnet thinks to feel pity, however as soon as the thought crossed her mind, it vanishes. The screams of the party members the night before become bubbled up in her mind. She sees the walls littered with broken, deserted shields, the bones hiding in the corners of the room, feels the pain from her own inguries and all she feels is anger.
There is no pity here.
Garnet steps towards the Harper shield tossing her torch at the advancing spiders and roars at them. A loud primordial sound that she fills with all the extra adrineline and rage for the deaths that this room has claimed. Then presses her hand to the shield.

( A little over dramatic but .... I really don't like spiders)

(@garnet no worries sounds great!)

Garnet touches the shield and disappears, leaving the stalwart dwarf and his warhammer as the only target left in the room. The spiders are everywhere now and the flaming one is heading towards you slowly. The smaller spiders run around it and even over it, catching on fire as well. Some of the more brazen spiders, sensing weakness, begin to nip at its legs. It’s not in melee range yet but will be soon if you stay put. The sound of them clattering all around you, Krom, is deafening - or perhaps it was the genasi’s scream of rage that continues to echo against the walls...

Seeing that everyone has made it through, Krom follows behind Garnet as quickly as his stumpy legs can carry him to the shield. As he turns to take off, Krom casts Thaumaturgy to cause the light from the torch, and any other fire, to flare up as much as possible hoping to blind the spiders just long enough for him to touch the shield. 

Ithelion stands and glances up at Elosa in the tree, shaking her head at her apparent equanimity. After a moment she looks into the distance, in part to be sure that it is what it seems to be: the trees, the breeze, the autumn leaves...the beauty around her gives her brief comfort, but then the memory of what she has escaped comes back to her in a rush.

“The sounds that the spider made…”

She shudders and forces the memories to a safer distance. Crouching on the ground and opening her pack she says, “I needs a few moments to compose myself -- and I could do with a rest -- but it might be worth getting some distance from here, just in case anything comes to investigate..or...or follows.”

She takes out her waterskin, a carrot, and her diary. She writes hurriedly while eating the carrot, then repacks her belongings quickly. As she does so, she speaks in the slow and gravelly voice of an old man, “There is no experience in this world that does not contain a valuable lesson, my dear”. Then, in her normal voice, she continues, “Garastas always tells me that. Well...lesson learned: Theory and practice are very different.” She suppresses another shudder, and absent-mindedly starts to clean the grime from her clothing, hoping to rid herself of the smell of charred flesh.

When she is done – no more than a few minutes later – she looks around says, “I think he said north? Perhaps...that way", she says pointing towards what she thinks might be a path between the hills heading in the right direction.

Survival: 11

[[ OOC: Rules question - Can we work together to get advantage on Survival rolls? ]]

Descent, without steps
Eyes in Darkness; Fire and Blood --
An Autumn escape

The strange sensation of the teleport leaves Garnet feeling momentarily disconnected. She reaches down one hand crunching a fist full of soil, grounding herself from the after effects of the teleport. Looking around the sun is almost blinding not in it's brightness, but in the memory of the well's darkness. Garnet sees that all four of her companions have made the jump through and feels a bit of relief. She shrugs her pack on the ground and takes a seat beside it.
She remains silent bringing her sword across her knees and using her cloak to wipe as much of the ichor from the blade as she can, even risking a bit of water from her waterskin to ensure the blade can be sheathed clean. Looking down at herself she sighs heavily, the sword may be clean but everything else is still splattered in spider remains. Garnet does her best to wipe her face and arms with the clean parts of her clothing, wincing when she touchs the injured areas but thankful for her resistance to the poison. She remains seated a moment taking time to exist and reflect on the experience, to learn from her mistakes.
Idly Garnet listens, and watches her other companions recover. Observing Ithelion's personal conversation with herself while the girl scribbles away. After a few minutes Garnet rose to her feet to to look around and See if she could decern a good path.

Survival: 14

Daemyar puts his broad brim hat into place, and cloak around himself. “There’s plenty in the world that I’ll never understand. No sense getting worked up by it.”

He parks himself under the tree, and looks to the others. “You should sew up those wounds. I can help you, but don’t complain about the needlework.”

Lorell casts healing word on Garnet 6. Lorell then slumps down onto the ground feeling the nature around him, feeling at ease. "Taking a small rest would be the best course of action" Lorell says. 

After unceremoniously exiting the portal in a heap of beard and metal, Krom waddles behind the oak tree and off a little ways from the group proceeding to empty the contents of his stomach. He washes his beard out with some water from his waterskin and comes back to the group a little shaken up. "I don't like spiders. Too many eyes ya know." He takes a swig from his waterskin and sits on the ground with a sigh. "If ye want to rest 'fore movin' on, I don't blame ye one bit."

Ithelion sits again with undisguised enthusiasm, "That's a relief! I thought you would all want to keep moving."

Turning to Garnet she frowns, "Im sorry, I did not realise you were wounded, let me help.... At least with the cleaning."

If Garnet agrees she would try to use prestidigitation to clean the clothes around the wound, initially.

(( Edit: Depending on timing for everyone: happy to keep moving after the rest is complete ))

Garnet blinked in surprise when her wounds stiched together. She rubbed her arm a little awkwardly and offered her gratitude.
"Thank you Lorell."
The overall agreement of her companions was to remain for a time and rest. She still felt a little on edge,full of anxious energy, however she recognized the wisdom in resting. Everyone looked a little worn from the experience and who knows what more they may face.
Looking to Ithelion Garnet appreciates the elf's concern but waves her hands out in declination " No, no it's alright please, save your spells. It just grime now. " She pulls back her sleeve to show the now healed wounds.
"We are in an unfamiliar area. You may need them for something more important. But I do think we should take a look at the map Adathar gave us, to see which way we need to go from here."

(How do we work together to look at the map?)

"It is one of the lesser magics, but very useful" she says, as she begins cleaning her own clothes.

When she is done, she makes contact with Elosa, saying Be wary, but hunt if you wish.

@garnet and @ithelion - each of you roll a survival check again.

Ithelion Survival: 20 (( She's more into books, you know ))

Survival: 14

Yeah, you guys are fine.  You know which way north is, despite there not being a trail there for you to follow.  

Is it the party's wish to begin traveling towards Oakhurst?

Assuming we’ve taken a short rest, yes. Let’s get going.