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Once the coast is clear and the giant is leaving the campsite completely, something akin to cosmic influence compel Amien to follow after, departing the party entirely and disappearing into the darkness. I'm afraid other roleplaying obligations are gonna keep me from continuing to play Amien...

Amien follows along with Ru, and sets himself along the tree the other put himself behind. Although he doesn't speak as well, he does feign a polite smile and points over towards the found ring, nodding to concur. Updated Map Character Sheet Page Weapon in Hand: Heavy Flail +1 Condition: HP...

Updated Map Following along behind Ru, he takes a glance around him before he steps onto the thicker grass. Perception (1d20+3=12) Character Sheet Page Weapon in Hand: Heavy Flail +1 Condition: HP: 54/54 AC: 15 AC Touch: 12 AC Flatfooted: 13 Initiative: +2 Fort: +6 Reflex: +3 Will: +0 CMB...

As the less composed of the band of travelers points over towards the darker distance, he'll kindly ask, "I know you hate for us to keep lighting lights, but it's a must if I'm to help find your ring." He actually isn't sure if it's the lights the giant hates, or just the fire they had going or...

Amien considers going for his sunrod, but decides not to until later. He simply pats his belt for later. Stumbling to get back up to standing, he incoherently says, "Ah, uh yes I would go as far as to look for a needle in a haystack for you. That's the kind of helpful folks we are, right?" He...

Amien is already working to smash the fire as Ru arrives, saying quietly but intensely, "I know for certain I'm not as afraid of the dark as I am what I can see right now." Glancing over his shoulder, he turns back to Ru, "If we have to run, where to?" Character Sheet Page Weapon in Hand...

When the moon and the dim clouds are blotted out by a sudden darkness looming above, Amien slowly tilts his gaze up to the thundering voice. When the giant face looks down from the humbling perspective he sits at, Amien's body twitches back. All he can think about now are whatever Orcish curses...

Updated Map Amien raises an eyebrow in curiosity while poking about in front of the simmering campfire. In lieu of everybody becoming alert, he reaches into his bag and pulls out a sunrod, slipping it into his belt for later use, and brings out his flail. He props himself on his knees, ready...

I am okay with where Amien is at on the watch.

Nodding, Amien says, "Well, with all of that said, we can't truly call zombies immortal, can we? I forgot to mention that they're completely brainless and are like slaves to a master. And clingy." Whatever our watch ends up being, probably best to assume that our roleplaying and conversation...

"Not sure if... zombies and mummies count. Do they Thuvian?" he asks, hoping some knowledge is shed on the subject, hoping to confirm his suspicion, "Perhaps vampirism, maybe? If I had a platinum for every time a vampiress in a story was written into a corset and lace, and I admit I can't fault...