<strong>Acantha, Alexander, Kinsey, Melinor</strong><br/>For most, the reveling is still going strong when they set down to sleep, with nothing more bothersome than the sounds of the revelers singing, or the odious noises of those carousers who slip off into the shadows together.<br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Acantha, Alexander, Melinor</strong><br/>When sleep comes, the three find themselves wandering together through misty woods; not by the sound of wind or insect is the great, muted silence of the forest disturbed, but it is not the silence of peace.  Peril seems to be lurking in the shadows beneath the dark canopy.  Sometimes, they think they see the glint of animal eyes, at other times, it seems like a cloaked figure rushes past at the periphery of vision.  There is the feel of a Hunt in the air, and the three of them are the prey.  The tension comes, and it seems that the dread time to run has come.  Or is it the exhilaration that comes from a lunge for certain freedom?  Behind them, there is the sound of many pawed feet crunching through the folliage; above, the sound of leathery wings beating powerfully on the air.<br/><br/></li><li><strong>Kinsey</strong><br/>Whilst Kinsey sleeps, she is assailed by dreams of the events of her life, everything both familiar and strange.  It is almost like a dance through the mists whilst she relives the past, but instead of Harlan, it is another that she meets; pale and dark-haired, who's princely mien is as regal as it is intimidating.  At his side, she grows beyond what she had been in the real world, her music moving kingdoms and her rapt performances parting dark clouds over depressed cities as the people rejoice.  In a tower, far above the land below, she finds herself awaiting in wedding gown upon the matrimonial bed for her beloved to walk through the door and consummate the marriage.</li></ul><br/><strong>Anton</strong><br/>Once Anton is inside the wagon, Damia doesn't waste much time on dissembling what she has on mind.  Dusky breasts spill out as her clothes come off before she starts jerking at Anton's own clothes and tossing them into a corner.  A sultry kiss is pressed upon his lips and the world seemed to become a whirl of strange intoxication and sensual pleasure, with Damia leading most of the way as they settle upon the collection of cushions and cloth that seems to serve for a bed.  The last image burned in his mind is that of Damia's taut body arching backward at their joint climax, as the muscles of her sultry anus clench powerfully upon his pulsing girth.<br/><br/><strong>Cherise</strong><br/>By the time Cherise stumbles to her bedroll, it is well past midnight when the bonfire has burned out to pit of smouldering embers and the Vistani unhurriedly begin to tidy and pack their belongings that they removed from the wagons to set up the encampment when they first stopped.  Occasionally, someone stomps by, but on the whole, no one seems to be paying much attention to her or those who have lain down to sleep.  As besotted sleep claims her, Cherise can see Stanimir, Rakta, and some of the other, more elder, members of the Vistani at the far end of the camp talking over a lonely campfire fire.  Before completely loosing consciousness, there is a familiar scent and a warm sensation on her cheek.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When awakening comes, it is cold and miserable, everyone's senses drugged as though from an overindulgence of deep, yet troubled sleep.  You find yourselves lying by the roadside, in the general approximations of where you all settled down to sleep.  Even<strong>Anton</strong>, who was in Damia's wagon, lies naked on the loamy ground where the wagon should have been.  Likewise, all clothes and belongings remain where they had last been left - it's as though the camp and wagons had just disappeared, leaving everything to settle where they would have fallen.  Of the Vistani, there is not trace; no campfire, no footprints, nothing.<br/><br/>The forest, that was in the distance, is now right beside the road where everyone lies.  No.  It only takes a few moments to realize this is not the same forest, and rather than being in the far distance, it now hems the road in on both sides, a mere dozen yards on either side.  The road is now but a mere, muddy dirt trail, rather than the well-used route you all were traveling upon.  All around, a thin, oppressive mist hangs in the air, swirling about limbs at the slightest movement.  Whilst everyone must surely have slept through the night, it is still dusky, and looking above reveals a morass of dark storm clouds blanketing the sky; there is the periodic sound of thunder rolling in the distance, but, surprisingly, it does not seem as though it will rain.  Occasionally, a thin, wan light seems to break through the sullen clouds, only to be swiftly swallowed up swiftly as the clouds close upon the offending gap.<br/><br/>In one direction, the road stretches out, carving a certain route through the<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">immense trees</div><div class="spoiler_body">Acantha, Alexander, and Melinor can<br/>recognize these trees as being similar,<br/>if not the same as the ones from the<br/>forest in their dreams.</div></div>of the forest.  The other side of the road, leading back south (if south it still is), is cut short after a few yards by an immense pane of fog or smoke that cuts across the road and forest like a wall that stretches from the ground to the heights of the cloudy skies above and extends left and right as far as the eye can see.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">THE FOG WALL</div><div class="spoiler_body">Anyone who inspects/looks at the wall (especially upward where it seems to meet the clouds) for more than half a minute or so is assailed by a sudden sense of vertigo that quickly abates when they look away from the wall.<br/><br/>Anyone who succeeds at a Intelligence (Nature) check against a DC 10, can tell there is something particularly unnatural about the fog wall and very unlikely to be a naturally occurring phenomena.<br/><br/>Any attempt to touch the fog wall does not meet with anything other than a heavy feeling of damp, much like one would expect of a fog.</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">The group should gather themselves, chatter a bit if they wish, and decide what course of action they should take.  Following the road is the most obvious course, but heading into the woods (to the right or left of the road) or walking into fog is also an option.</div></div>