First Dm (PathFinder) (IC)

**EternalMelon** · 2010-09-01, 07:05 PM (ISO 8601)

Your standing in the market square of the small farming town of Herald. As you watch the towns people go about there daily business you here the loud beating of the towns alarm. People panic as they run inside buildings, grab weapons, and pack up shop.

Guards orderly escort people away and form squads to defend the town. A small group of militia form and start joining in with the defense.

The town becomes a riot of activity, sounds of fighting fill the air. You spot a group of guards directing the militia where to go. One of them spots your equipment and waives you over.

**goken04** · 2010-09-01, 07:39 PM (ISO 8601)

"Kanzairyn Tytharual, reporting for duty sir." Kanzairyn says as he approaches, while pulling his bow off of his shoulder. "What's the situation?"

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Perception check: (1d20+6)[13]

**meshumekha** · 2010-09-02, 10:07 AM (ISO 8601)

Hattley looks up from the pendant he was carving, places it and his knife in his open bag of woodworking tools, and frowns at the situation he sees. He arms himself with his quarterstaff as he walks towards the guards that are waving so eagerly. "What's going on?" he inquires, sounding almost bothered by the interruption.

**Kamai** · 2010-09-02, 06:50 PM (ISO 8601)

Peros quickly looks over the guard's armor, with just a momentary bit of fear in his face, and then responds, stuttering a bit in panic, Wh, who me? What's going on?"

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If the guard did not stop me right after the alarm went off, I would have taken some attempt to find out from the townspeople what was going on, mainly asking quickly if they knew anything going on as they ran past.
Diplomacy [roll] 1d20+4 [/roll]

**Kamai** · 2010-09-02, 06:54 PM (ISO 8601)

OOC: Sorry about the double post, but I messed up posting a die roll.

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Diplomacy (1d20+4)[22]

**Kajhera** · 2010-09-06, 08:52 AM (ISO 8601)

Mazka looks up with a grin at the clang of starting battle, heading over with an easy step. Finally, a situation in this human place she knew what to do about. On arriving, she stares briefly at the elf, giving a small snort and shaking her head indulgently before looking over to the guards. At the least the elf seemed more prepared than most of the peasants responding.

"Al'right, where ya want me then?"

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