Margaret
Lucile maintained her position standing guard and would occasionally fly around a path on patrol. Her flight path circled around the resting place of her master and wasn't wide enough to cover the entire encampment but she was high enough in the sky when combined with her dark vision she had a great view of the ground. Meanwhile Jeri would politely excuse himself from small talk and head toward his bed. A small sleeping bag in a tend at the encampment was comfortable enough for him to fall asleep. 
Jeri specifically opted in to get an early rest and skip out on drink knowing tomorrow will be a working day so there won't be any time for naps. Given the night terror coming it would be inevitable that he would be tired throughout the day. Jeri laid awake thinking about the pain he felt last night in the dream and how he awoke spewing blood from his mouth and this kept him awake for some time. His aside conversation with Lucile was able to generate a decent plan but not one that he was comfortable was going to win. However, the day spent with Lucile on top of traveling was enough to warrant a good sleep appetite so he was able to fall asleep.

Jeriscal's Nightmare
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Jeri's eyes opened and instantly he was lucid within the dream. He observed his surroundings. He sat upon the horse provided by Kro and Lucile was riding along his shoulder. Their was light dwarven banter in the air that accompanied the sound of creaky caravan wheels and horse hooves kicking up dust on the trail. So far nothing was out of place but Jeriscal was expecting of a sudden darkness like the two nights before.

The travelers kept walking along the road but began to suddenly fall and sink. The darkness formed in the road and began to grow outward. Jeri jumped off his horse and ran to the back knowing that the travelers were a figment of his dream he didn't care to warn or save them. They all marched into the dark void as the void spread outward and consumed the surrounding nature along the road.

Out of the darkness came Jeliel cloaked in a dark purple black fog. "Hey Jeri man..." Jeri began to feel his heart rate quicken as the man approached him but the plan was not to run it was to just outlast him if possible. It worked in the awakened realm but he was unsure if Jeliel would grow tired seeing as he is just a dream state entity. Soon the scenery was complete encased in the darkness and there was nothing but a void. The sounds of the men's boots echoed on the ground and sloshed lightly as if there was a small amount of water. The void vibrated softly with the movement of their feet. Jeliel was slow and steadily walking to Jeri who was focused and back pedaled. 

Jeliel smiled seeing that Jeri was ready to put up resistance this time as he began to pick up his tempo and eventually turn into a full on sprint. Closing the gap between the two Jeri held his ground with a stance that was light on his feet. He hopped ever so softly and danced about on his toes in anticipation for Jeliel's approach. The shadow encased man reached out his hand and Jeriscal utilized his gust to knock him off balance aiding in his ability to dodge. 

Spinning around Jeliel attempted to grab at Jeri with his backside hand hoping to use the momentum of the gust in his favor but this too failed as Jeri ducked it and repositioned himself with a diving roll. The two men stood up straight and Jeliel took an intimidating pretentious stance as he spoke "So, it looks liked you learned something after all."

Jeriscal was focused and did not allow the conversation to get to his nerves. He remained cool as he controlled his breathing through his nose and out through his mouth. His eyes barely blinked as he focused in on the angles of Jeliel's hips and shoulders in relation to the positioning of his feet. Again Jeliel took a lunge at Jeriscal with his hand opened wide who positioned a gust to hit the back of his knee as he lunged forward. This caused a light stumbled which resulted in an overreach to Jeri's right side. Planning this course of action Jeri nimbly ducked and side stepped in the opposite direction. The motion was fluid and almost effortless as the execution itself wasn't the difficult part it was the prediction and observance beforehand that paid the dividends. 

Seeing this Jeliel took another minute to propose himself. "Very good Jeri. Bravo." He clapped in sarcasm before standing back in an upright position. "But bad news for you is that I have no plans on giving up. I'll keep you here all night..." Began to pace to the side and with his concealed hand he reached to grab a small dagger "And all day!" He turned and threw the dagger charging behind it. 

Jeri was caught off guard and in a panic threw a direct gust of wind toward Jeliel. This gust was able to knock the dagger out of the air but jeliel only faced a small decrease in speed and distance of his lunge coming from behind it. Jeri's reaction was to jump off to the side which was barely successful in avoiding the touch but jeliel was able to extend his foot and trip Jeri to the ground. Jeri stumbled backwards and off to the side while Jeliel continued forward. The two of the stumbled in opposite directions from each other struggling to get to their footing. Jeliel was able to recover first and opted to swing a backfist blindly behind him like a club toward the ground.

However Jeri was out of reach of that manuever due to his scrambling. Jeri being prone on his backside and looking up at jeliel who was several feet away continued to backpedal as jeliel completed his full spin.

Seeing Jeri on the ground Jeliel dove widly at him. Jeri performed a back roll to barely avoid Jeliel again who was now on his hands in knees. Jeriscal took the opportunity to wind up a kick to the head but Jeliel easily rolled off to the side. Embarassed by his attack attempt Jeri took a moment to reposition and let Jeliel stand back to his feet as he caught a second wind. "What a pathetic offensive effort..." Jeliel mocked Jeri as he stood back to his feet and both men reset. Jeliel was not winded by any stretch of the means while Jeri was in good enough shape for the spar he felt a drain and now he knew that the terror was being candid when he stated that Jeri would not be able to outlast him.
Patricia
*As much of the camp sleeps, Fey sits up slowly, opening her eyes. However, her eyes look different, and her facial expression looks calculating and canny, much more-so than Fey usually ever looks.*

"Hmmm... I felt something, better check this out," *She purrs. It's still Fey's voice, and yet ... It isn't. She stands, keeping the red cloak wrapped around her as if she doesn't want to lose all the feeling of sleep, and walks around slowly, eyeing the various sleepers.*

"No... Not him... Aha." 

*She comes across the sleeping Jeri.*

"This one is not sleeping well... But ... Something feels off..." *Fey(?) mutters in that .. Darker tone of voice. She lays down close to Jeri, and yawns,* "I should investigate," *And she drifts back off to sleep.*

*Sally drifts through the mists of the dream realm, her close proximity greatly aiding in locating the tumultuous mote that is Jeri's disturbed dreams. She opens her mouth and emits flute notes, and moments later appears nearby Jeri and his opponent.* 

*In the dream realm, Sally appears as a short bring, below 5' tall, mostly 'human' in shape but for light grayish skin, lighter silvery hair, and a cat tail. She has fuzzy, pointy ears as well, but still where a human's or elf's would be. She wears grayish robes that obscure her feet, and mists exude from below her robes as well, further obscuring her feet. She holds that same flute Fey carries, in her hand.*

*Sally frowns,* "He better appreciate this, waking me up like this. And what the hell is he fighting?" 

*She shakes her head, seeming to be annoyed at needing to assist, and aims her flute wand like, opening her mouth again to utter flute-like sounds. The 'air' would ripple around Jeliel. If it succeeds, the maneuver would work a confusion effect on Jeliel, making it difficult for him to act, as long as Sally holds the effect* ((same abil she used in that Daisy Moon fight)). *If Jeri looks her way, she'll point emphatically at Jeliel, making a motion that'd strongly imply* 'hit

Him, moron!' *As, she can't stop fluting without breaking the effect. Heh.*
Margaret
The two men began to walk counterclockwise while peering over their left shoulders at one another. Jeliel started the pacing and Jeri refusing to be circled like prey followed suit making sure to maintain a parallel to his opponent. Jeliel began to speak "You still think your magic can overcome mine?" Jeliel chuckled as he referred to the light conversations from the previous nights. Jeri remained focused and enjoyed the banter time as a small rest. "My grandmoth—"

"Your grandmother?" Jeri broke his silence as he was clearly bated into conversation. "You have her belongings and her family name but that's it Jeliel."

"Well you certainly are a much more bold man than the one last night who drowned in his own blood... Or did you so soon for... Forget...?" Jeliel stopped as a small cat(?) woman appeared holding a flute. 

"Who are you?!" Jeriscal and Jeliel both said as they looked at the woman and they answered in unison a second time when the woman tossed out her seemingly rhetorical question. 

"My name is jeliel!" "His name is Jeliel" The response was defensive and confused as the stated in sync with tone and body language almost as if to say now who they hell are you and what are you doing here. Unfortunately for the fighters they were answered in music and the mystery would not be answered. However fortunately enough for Jeri the music seemed to disorient his opponent.

"Lucile... Are you see-" Jeri cut off as he watched the woman pointing over to his opponent. His first reaction in this confusion was to consult with Lucile already forgetting that Lucile was not here with him. He was frozen for several moments despite the woman's direction as he tried to understand if this was a new tactic of the night terror. The terrors were always consistent and no terror before ever changed so vastly as to summon a completely new entity to persuade him of safety. Eventually Jeri concluded that the terror was not this powerful, and this had to be something different as the woman simply felt out of place intuitively.

As Jeliel stumbled about in a sense of confusion he appeared to be maddening and began to toss small word salads out of his mouth. He looked about and even looked toward his feet curiously as if he was unaware of what they were. Jeri kept a watchful eye on both of them and slowly backpedaled to the dagger that was on the ground after Jeliel tossed it. Picking it up he walked over to Jeliel he stood back up in front of him. Jeri looked at him in amazement as Jeliel stood drooling at him like he had no idea what was going on or where he was. Jeri swiftly and gracefully plunged the dagger into jeliel going up under his rib cage. 

After a moment jeri was looked over at the woman and then back down into his hand and up at Jeliel's face. He kept making this circuit and began to stab more and tried to get deeper. "No blood...?" Jeri was confused for a moment as it was now obvious that he wasn't supposed to kill the terror. In retrospect Jeri never had kill a terror but always find a unique way to mitigate them or the circumstances.

As he stood looking at Jeliel holding the dagger pointlessly in his chest he went into a deep think. Jeliel's eyes began to lighten up as if the fogging effect was wearing off.

"Shit. This magic is..." Jeri's sentence started quickly under his breath with a sense of urgency but then it trailed off lightly "It's... It's wearing off... What if...?" Jeri removed the dagger from the chest of Jeliel and then lightly touched Jeliel "Hey Jeliel man..." As he did this he imagined taking away the magical ability of Jeliel or essentially dispelling whatever ability he had prepared to cast upon touch. Jeliel lightly began to fade and little green orbs broke away from the body and floated away like bubbles. As the bubbles floated they refracted light which overcame the darkness.

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Jeri woke up with fluttering eyes laid still quietly for a moment as he felt a magical aura increase in him. A warm light feeling radiating from his chest. He thought about the usefulness of this new ability in excitement but then quickly remembered the strangeness of a woman's appearance. In the darkness and his groggy state he didn't even notice there was somebody next time him in this short moment filled with thoughts. His eyes forced themselves back closed from the fluttering heavy state and he had a deep sleep for the rest of the night.
Patricia
*Indeed, the cat-girl doesn't give any responses, as by that time, she's emitting flute-sounds while aiming her flute at Jelial. Then she'd cease her flute-trill once Jeri strikes Jeli and stabby-stabbies, nodding to herself approvingly. As this is Jeri and / or Jeli's 'dreamscape', though, once he wakes up, she'll vanish with the dream*
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*Returning to then sleep peacefully, back in the flute that Fey'd have tucked into her cloak with her.*


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