Finch did not care for festivities. Well, that was not true. He cared for festivities about as well as the next person, and if this were any other time, in any other place, Finch would be all for it. However, he was on a mission. At any time, the dark wings he had been warned of could darken the sky. Well, darken it more than it already was because... well, it was dark. That was beside the point, however. The point was, Finch found himself outside, enjoying the crisp night air while muttering a fortifying prayer to Pelor to ward against encroaching evil.

Of course, no sooner did he attempt to ward against evil than the ground began to shake beneath him.

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This is me intentionally failing a Nature check.


Finch had never experienced an earthquake before in his life, and needless to say the concept of the very ground on which he walks shaking and bucking like something inordinately heavy had just come crashing down onto it was so foreign that the only real conclusion he could draw was that just that had happened. With that in mind, he ran off to the entrance of town just as fast as his unsteady feet could take him, scanning the horizon for anything that even seems like it could be inordinately heavy and could drop down to the ground.

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For reals this time, a Perception check on the area around the old ruins:1d20+8 (1d20+8)[22]