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Can I assume that Galandra pointed out what she sees as a valid target, or can only she attack whatever it is she's attack?

Amien makes sure to pick up his Glaive so that he can switch back to it quickly later if he needs to. He watches from where he stands, unable to see any real target yet.

Amien squints at the feathered jester dancing on the tip of the starboard. Grumbling a silent orcish curse, Amien childishly flips it the bird for the sake of irony. He takes a deep breath, and says, "Their first mistake.. I fight better pissed off." During this time, he changes his mind and...

Amien stands up and keeps his glaive out in anticipation of the upcoming battle. He isn't sure what to do right now while the ship is still in the distance. Draw Glaive as move action.

Amien glances over from where he sits, saying with a slightly raised voice, "Let them aim well! We'll simply dodge better."

Amien decides to let the other watchers let him know when to take action and sits against a wall while waiting patiently. He asks one of the crewman if he can take a puff of the rolled tobacco he is smoking, does so to relax himself, then hands the tiny flame back to the sailor. I wasn't sure...

"What kind of demon spawn are you thinking of, exactly?" he asks coyly while leaning his weapon over his shoulder. He shifts subjects with a look to Galandra with a calm smile, "The ballista shots were starting to miss, that's good enough for me to feel better. It gives me something to laugh...

Amien walks on up to the other two, placing his hands on his hips, "I dunno.. If they're as stupid as I am, they'll come back for more. They probably hated the guy anyhow."

Amien suddenly let out an audible gasps and catches himself on the railing. His strained face darts left and right. The night is pitched black with a never ending roar of the seas battered by the wind, with the pungent feeling of salt in the air. He stuffs his sling back into his belt, and then...

Amien reaches to his pouch for another bullet, but they are starting to disappear into the distance. He doesn't think he can reach that far with a shot, even if he moved to close the distance. He remains in the fantasy of the battle, watching the movements of the men with a cold glare to know...

While loading a new bullet into the sling, fumbling with the object, his head jerks to blur and whiss that he felt to see what just happened. He stands now in a blanket of gray that had covered the desolate surrounding of buildings that chill, frosty morning, looking over the body of a kid...

When Amien notices the little paddle boat moving back out and into the light of the sunrods, he asks a little confused, "Are they cowarding already? That can't be right." Again, entire ships were brought down in his mind. Are people really just that weak? He sets his glaive down and pulls out a...

I just changed my point buy distribution like suggested, and sought out where the changes would be reflected. I doubt I hit every detail, though.

"For me it means 'time to put in the work'." he calmly states, and carries his glaive to a spot where he can attack oncoming men as they climb aboard. 20' move to R15

Amien is thrust from what seemed like three days of slumber in a mere three hours at the harsh alarm of the bells ringing. He pushes himself up from the ground while grabbing his glaive, looks to make sure Galandra is also waking up, and climbs up the stairs to reach the deck. Getting up as one...

Amien sleeps.

During his shift, Amien patrols around the edges of the ship deck and causally tosses the rest of the contents of his bowl out to sea and places the bowl on a crate, then pulls out his Glaive in readiness. He stops for a moment to glance over the edge but all he can see are slight glimmers and...

Amien gives a satisfied smile to the chuckle that the girl makes, and returns to stirring at the resulting eggless stew he has. He is slow to finish the meal, enough that when briefed by the crewman on deck, he still has the bowl and spoon with him. He glances about, and shrugs, "I suppose I'll...

Amien lifts his head from the fellow party member and acts as if he never intended to hide the words from her ears and responds rather dismissively, "Naah, just a baseless rumor I heard, pay it no mind." Of course he never actually heard that, but his poor observation could lead to such an...

Even during the morning Amien keeps his Glaive at his side and drawn to easily pick up, because why stop now? He looks up at the cook that lists the limited items, and he is the first, and possibly only one to point over, "But wait, then where did the eggs come from? I can have some of those...