Camp
Several moons rise and become partially visible through the dense canopy of the jungle. Various creatures bay and howl off in the distance.
Lo-Kag occasionally pesters Dreadnought into some sort of conversation during their watch together, but it pales in comparison of the barrage of stories the warforged sits through when Hudder climbs down from the magical tent.
But, besides the long yarns being told, the first two watches pass uneventfully.
With a loud,"Ay laddie, it be yur turn now" directed towards the high branches, Hudder climbs back into the magical space.
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The last watch goes by silently, with the warforged relieved to enjoy some silent time to reflect upon the days events. Domoris sits perched in the high branches, keeping eyes and ears tuned to the noises of the forest.
A low snarl pierces the relative silence of the jungle to what would seem to be just south of the campsite before a wave of psychic turmoil washes over the area. The goliath and warforged both stiffen, while the unnatural shaping ability of the shifter leaves him unnaffected. [Will saves fail for both Lo-Kag and Dreadnought, Domoris unnaffected due to morphic immunities]
OOC: Actions for Domoris? He can't see anything at this point, but obviously is aware of something nearby.
