Last we left off…

Bell’s Hells, after returning to finding your west encampment (in the middle of the Hellcatch Valley) destroyed, you escaped to Vasselheim, where you encountered not just Keyleth but many of the higher up movers and shakers of Exandria, to discuss how to deal with the coming threat and the looming chaotic pinnacle of the Vanguard’s plot. As part of this discussion, you yourself spoke with some of the familiar faces of which you had built a rapport with since this journey began and figured out a plan in hopes that it would be the one everyone could put themselves behind. You pitched this plan, this multi-pronged attack, utilizing the back door secret portal, the passage to Ruidus that you had discovered.
Upon beseeching all that had gathered within the Platinum Sanctuary to help, you (and Keyleth, the council, and the numerous other allies you had made to make this mission function) sold your case, and most were convinced. As such, what you had decided upon is now being hatched as the initial plot against Ludinus and the Vanguard (which involves multiple groups of heroes from all across Exandria, some being pulled from retirement, some being pulled from their current decrees, others just being sought after who’ve been missing for a while) until everything is aligned. Within a week, which is hopefully enough time, you are to all descend upon the Malleus Key, the Weave Mind, and the very core of Ruidus at the same time, with Bells Hells to be the key linchpin to head towards the center of that moon.
After some chance encounters with some other interesting, powerful entities and a reunion with Dorian’s father, you went to rest for the evening and consider what was to be had. After a discussion not too long before that (with Imogen and her mother) you had heard tale that a Simulacrum of Ludinus was travelling with the Sorrowlord Zathuda, to meet up with the Unseelie, who had been conspicuously absent since the destruction of the second Malleus Key.
You also ran into a superfan of Chetney Pock O’Pea, and discovered or unraveled what appeared to be a community of superfans who have been collecting, cataloging and worshipping the “grandiose, wonderful, craftsman legend” that has walked alongside you. After receiving a tour of his modest collection, you were allowed a room to sleep for the evening. As the rest of you gather your things and hole up within the guest chambers of the home of Scalebearer Waylon Amaredda, the night’s rest is yours.