<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/m801g4.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Ferren</span></strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208925.msg10266297#msg10266297)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Role:</strong> Mechanical Man</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Location:</strong> A Hot, Steamy Jungle.</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ngidi Ashia, Ramza/Nell, Iksenitrix, Anyone</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Content:</strong> Feeble Humans get tired. Kobolds are still adorable.</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>As everyone else was bedding down for the night in tents and on the carts, Ferren remained standing. He had no need for sleep, though occasionally he did pretend because it made the others more comfortable around him when they thought he had some of their limitations. An ideal candidate for overnight watch, he figured they would leave the task to him without even being asked. Ramza's words brought to light something he had noticed but not particularly drawn a correlation to life.<strong>"I feel it might be important to note that we are the only non-plant creatures within this forest. I have been watching for signs of alternate humanoid or animal lifeforms, but there are none. It may very well be that something has killed them, possibly even the forest as I cannot account for all possibilities and there are tales of forests which live."</strong>Granted, those stories were from fictional tales, but when you have no idea, any idea is a step up. He was at least careful enough to say this only TO Ramza, and tried to make it less audible than to let Jorgden or Danna overhear, but it was not his strongest suit.<br/><br/>His message having been delivered, he began patrolling their makeshift camp. At an appointed hour he would douse most of the torches and begin making rounds. It was better not to make yourself more noticeable than necessary, especially if as he suspected there was something out there. They could send a search party for Illoryn, but that might just be sending additional bodies to their doom. It was a risk that evaluated poorly. Through the night, Ferren's starknives never left his hands. He would be prepared to defend the camp should the need arise, at all costs. After all, without all these people he might very well be stuck here for a long time. That just didn't sit well with him at all.