As the sun sets the air is filled with the songs and calls of jungle creatures. Bird calls slowly give way to distant primate cries. Midian's Ape sits up and sometimes chuff's loudly at the cries, perhaps hearing the call of his own tribe. Sleep would be difficult with all the strange noises, but fatigue helps you settle in. Dorel and Whisper talk quietly throughout the first watch before waking Glaive to take the second.
Glaive
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Shortly after the others turn in you begin feel a growing sense of unease. It's the feeling before a big thunderstorm, the air hangs heavy with tension seeking release. The sensation makes you uncomfortable; it is a cold and dark feeling. A small part of your soul, still heavy with the taint of demonic influence, seems to sing with pleasure at its touch. You remain on alert throughout your watch, but can seem to find no source of the influence.
OOC - During the coming battle the unusual sensation does not seem to be coming from the creature before you.
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Glaive slowly becomes aware of a change in the environment around him. The animal calls around him have ceased, though the distant echoing cries still carry through the air. Looking around he suddenly notices movement among the sleeping forms by the fire! Thick vines covered in leaves snake amid the sleeping forms, gently touching here and there as if tasting each form. Following them back to their source, he sees a huge leafy form. You can see no legs on the creature simply a pillar of vegetation. The vines are attached around a gaping orifice lined with broken splinters of wood reminiscent of teeth! Glaive's shout of warning rouses the sleeping party.
OOC - Please post your initiatives and actions for Round 1