The night passes in relative quiet. No one spots or hears any approaching predators, giant insects, or demons. Your sleep, however, is not so pleasant. While everyone feels physically rested from their evening, your dreams are fitful and sleep restless.<br/><br/>Lysia’s mind travels to the stranger who saved her so many years ago. A great cloud of  bright blue butterflies surrounds both of you. The woman’s face is melancholy as she speaks.<br/><br/>“I can’t save you this time, and you can’t help me either. You can barely help yourself right now. You cannot know what they will do to me, how they will try and break me. The sensations are too much to bear.”<br/><br/>While the woman speaks, the butterflies gradually beak apart, but keep flying. As she finishes, they burst open and spray blood over both of your faces.<br/><br/>As Idise sleeps, she sees a head, bloodily decapitated from its shoulders. The face is stitched shut, but still recognizable, it is that of the dead god Aorden. Atop the head is a single locust, eerily chanting...<br/><br/>“Our father, who are now worm food,<br/>Cursed be thy name.<br/>Thy song is song,<br/>Thy word is done,<br/>In the Abyss and not in Heaven.<br/>We feast upon you as our daily bread,<br/>And bring your prophets to temptation,<br/>As you brought Golarion unto Evil,<br/>For it is my kingdom, my power and my glory,<br/>For ever and ever.<br/>Rot in Hell.”<br/><br/>Lydia finds herself drifting back to the woods with Elister, but time keeps rewinding; or is it blending? Elister is now riding along side the caravan with her parents. Many elves also use the caravan, all dressed in green. The attack is as brutal and swift as ever, the demons are on you immediately. Unlike Lydia’s true memories, each demon is goat or bull headed with glowing green rune in their foreheads. The slaughter everyone, making Lydia’s wounds glow and burn as she awakens.<br/><br/>The Meloridan family surrounds Zanthus in his dream, but they are all corpses. Massive batlike beasts and creatures of stone feed on them, cracking bones and drinking the marrow. The ghosts of the family rise from their corpses and circle the Paladin with faces of pure agony, but they make no sounds. Somehow, that makes them all the more terrible.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">occ</div><div class="spoiler_body">I would suggest you take this time RP a bit with the NPCs and try to get in their good books, as well as RPing with yourselves as a lull between combats. I think I’ve given you some fuel to toss on that fire :)</div></div>