Morph
Morph was bored, very bored. The entertainment was nice enough, if you liked the kind that half-elves put on. The food...was unneeded nourishment. Though Morph had a normal sense of smell and taste, he had no need to eat, so he simply sat there engaging Dreadnaught in conversation, which by the time the large warforged spoke again, Morph had forgotten what his point was.
Morph learned long ago to keep his allies close to him, in case of hostilities came from afar, that is why he spent his nights for the most part belowdecks, dreaming, not literally of course, but thinking of how his life would change when he found the ancient eldritch machines that would change him permanantly from his current form.
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Init: 21 Are we in seperate rooms or in a general bunk area? If we are in a general bunk area then I'll do the following...(cast haste and move)[/sblock]
Woken from his reverie, Morph looks around at the state of his allies, he quickly speaks in the arcane tongue and snaps his fingers. His spell increase the speed they move and their reflexes. Morph follows his allies as they move up toward the sounds of battle.
[sblock=If we sleep in rooms]Morph quickly opens the door to his room before walking quickly to the stairs that lead above deck.
OOC: I am not leading the way, wait for the muscle to go first.[/sblock]
