After checking on those in the tent and doing what he could for them Beranhond stepped outside to look for those suffering more. Seeing a stream of severely injured from the north he picked up his backpack, guestured to Beranclawu, and set of North.
It would be nice to find a secure place to put my backpack and belongings... it is hard to work effectively with them on, but I don't trust anyone in this town right now. As a result Beranhond continued northward clutching his backpack. As he headed north he checked on fallen people for any signs of life. For those who showed promise of recovery he gave some water and tried to patch up their wounds with strips of cloth, for those more injured he called for helpers to take them to the tent. For the dead Beranhond crossed their arms and covered their eyes.
"So much death."
"Such is life." Tigrisclawu said.
"Yes, there is that."
Perception
Roll(1d20)+3:
17,+3
Total:20
The farther Beranhond travels towards the northern part of the city, the more people seem to be streaming away from the area, and more and more of them seem to be injured. Also, the further he goes, the more people seem to be traveling the same direction as you. People heading north seem to be moving more slowly, and Beranhond notices they seem more injured and many are unable to move as quickly as those heading south. People are helping each other to travel away from the area, acting as support and sharing their water as they determinedly walk towards help. The smell of blood and fear fills the air, as well as the pungent odor of seawater and brine. At least the water has washed away the dust from the collapse of all these buildings. There is also the slight smell of death, which seems to be starting to build as the day goes on.
As he breaks into a small clearing in the crowd, Beranhond spots a large square that looks entirely packed with those who were able to make it this far, and notices a man in the robes of what looks like an order of clerics standing and directing people away from the square.
The man is human, seems rather young, in his early twenties, most likely, with brown hair and hazel eyes. As Beranhond gets closer, he sees this holy symbol on the man's chest:
That is the holy symbol of Lathander, the god of of spring, dawn, birth, renewal, creativity, youth, vitality, self-perfection and athletics. Professor Reljiak talked long about their order. The robes are very bright yellow, which in this area of the world often means the cleric is still an initiate and rather low ranking. The man seems to be doing all he can to help those around him to head farther south, but there are too many people, and he is having problems directing them fast enough to keep the square from filling up too much.
Diplomacy to Priest of Lathander:
Roll(1d20)+6:
1,+6
Total:7 (epic fail).
Striding forward Beranhond asks "Is there anything I can do to help?"
The priest turns to him and snarls. "I don't need any help from an unknown Paladin of a forgotten order!"
Beranhond was taken aback. Why is he calling me a Paladin... oh, he must recognize the old robes of Torm. Secondly, why is he approaching me in such a huff, something in the way he approached the priest, or perhaps some insecurity of the own priest's part must have caused this, he thinks to himself. Taken aback Beranhond steps back and Tigrisclawu hisses.
"As far as I can tell, you need all the help you can get... we need to get these people out of this square!"
"I know what I need to do, heathen." He spits in disgust. Suddenly, without warning the Priest draws his sword and starts walking towards Beranhond. The crowd shrieks and starts to flee from tehe square. Well, at least I helped to clear the squre... Looking closely....
Perception:
Roll(1d20)+6:
10,+6
Total:16
Beranhond notices that he is muscular and in good shape - reflecting his beliefs. However, he is clad only in the dirty yellow cloak and his eyes are bloodshot and appear tired. There are stains of moisture in the groin area of the rob. He has most certainly been out here all morning and looks drained beyond his strength, certainly he is filled with fear and hopelessness.
"There is no diplomacy here Beranhond." Tigrisclawu whispers in his ear. "But, perhaps he can be intimidated..."
Intimidate:
Roll(1d20)+2:
1,+2
Total:3 (epic fail!)
"Do not challenge me servant of Lathander! I have trained with the Paladins of Torm my and the unknown Goddess protects me as her first servant. I can see in your soul that you fear and doubt, let us put aside our arrogance and our vanity and work together for the people of this town." Beranhond reaches forth his hand as a piece offering.
"Your unknown Goddess is a hack." He grunts. While it is clear that he still is fearful, that fear is clearly not of Beranhond.
"Then so it shall be."
Strength check:
Roll(1d20)+2:
20,+2
Total:22
As the cleric lifts his blade Beranclawu jumps into his eyes scratching before jumping away. As he jumps away Beranhond shifts to the right and smacks the cleric's head with the flat of his sword. The cleric's eyes spin as he hits the ground. Bending low Beranhond checks for signs of life and hears a steady breath. Sighing, he looks to the sky and shakes his head. He then turns to the crowd, which has become thinner due to the fight and encourages them to continue out of the square.
Perception roll:
Roll(1d20)+3:
11,+3
Total:14
As the crowd thins, Beranhond notices that they all look to the north side of the square before turning and heading away. There looks to be a destroyed building there, and by the looks of it, it was hit bad. None of the buildings in this area did too well, but most of them at least have some semblance of a foundation left. This building looks as if the earth opened its earthy jaws directly under it and devoured half the building, lpuling it directly into its gaping maw. As the crowds are mostly under control, he turns to a woman walking by, and asks her, "Why is it that everyone seems to be coming to the square and trying to see something in that pile of rubble? What did that building used to be?"
"That was the temple of Lathander," she replies. "People were coming here for healing, but you and the man laying at your feet are the only healers I've seen. The rest must not have escaped the devastation."
It would be nice to find a secure place to put my backpack and belongings... it is hard to work effectively with them on, but I don't trust anyone in this town right now. As a result Beranhond continued northward clutching his backpack. As he headed north he checked on fallen people for any signs of life. For those who showed promise of recovery he gave some water and tried to patch up their wounds with strips of cloth, for those more injured he called for helpers to take them to the tent. For the dead Beranhond crossed their arms and covered their eyes.
"So much death."
"Such is life." Tigrisclawu said.
"Yes, there is that."
Perception
Roll(1d20)+3:
17,+3
Total:20
The farther Beranhond travels towards the northern part of the city, the more people seem to be streaming away from the area, and more and more of them seem to be injured. Also, the further he goes, the more people seem to be traveling the same direction as you. People heading north seem to be moving more slowly, and Beranhond notices they seem more injured and many are unable to move as quickly as those heading south. People are helping each other to travel away from the area, acting as support and sharing their water as they determinedly walk towards help. The smell of blood and fear fills the air, as well as the pungent odor of seawater and brine. At least the water has washed away the dust from the collapse of all these buildings. There is also the slight smell of death, which seems to be starting to build as the day goes on.
As he breaks into a small clearing in the crowd, Beranhond spots a large square that looks entirely packed with those who were able to make it this far, and notices a man in the robes of what looks like an order of clerics standing and directing people away from the square.
The man is human, seems rather young, in his early twenties, most likely, with brown hair and hazel eyes. As Beranhond gets closer, he sees this holy symbol on the man's chest:
Diplomacy to Priest of Lathander:
Roll(1d20)+6:
1,+6
Total:7 (epic fail).
Striding forward Beranhond asks "Is there anything I can do to help?"
The priest turns to him and snarls. "I don't need any help from an unknown Paladin of a forgotten order!"
Beranhond was taken aback. Why is he calling me a Paladin... oh, he must recognize the old robes of Torm. Secondly, why is he approaching me in such a huff, something in the way he approached the priest, or perhaps some insecurity of the own priest's part must have caused this, he thinks to himself. Taken aback Beranhond steps back and Tigrisclawu hisses.
"As far as I can tell, you need all the help you can get... we need to get these people out of this square!"
"I know what I need to do, heathen." He spits in disgust. Suddenly, without warning the Priest draws his sword and starts walking towards Beranhond. The crowd shrieks and starts to flee from tehe square. Well, at least I helped to clear the squre... Looking closely....
Perception:
Roll(1d20)+6:
10,+6
Total:16
Beranhond notices that he is muscular and in good shape - reflecting his beliefs. However, he is clad only in the dirty yellow cloak and his eyes are bloodshot and appear tired. There are stains of moisture in the groin area of the rob. He has most certainly been out here all morning and looks drained beyond his strength, certainly he is filled with fear and hopelessness.
"There is no diplomacy here Beranhond." Tigrisclawu whispers in his ear. "But, perhaps he can be intimidated..."
Intimidate:
Roll(1d20)+2:
1,+2
Total:3 (epic fail!)
"Do not challenge me servant of Lathander! I have trained with the Paladins of Torm my and the unknown Goddess protects me as her first servant. I can see in your soul that you fear and doubt, let us put aside our arrogance and our vanity and work together for the people of this town." Beranhond reaches forth his hand as a piece offering.
"Your unknown Goddess is a hack." He grunts. While it is clear that he still is fearful, that fear is clearly not of Beranhond.
"Then so it shall be."
Strength check:
Roll(1d20)+2:
20,+2
Total:22
As the cleric lifts his blade Beranclawu jumps into his eyes scratching before jumping away. As he jumps away Beranhond shifts to the right and smacks the cleric's head with the flat of his sword. The cleric's eyes spin as he hits the ground. Bending low Beranhond checks for signs of life and hears a steady breath. Sighing, he looks to the sky and shakes his head. He then turns to the crowd, which has become thinner due to the fight and encourages them to continue out of the square.
Perception roll:
Roll(1d20)+3:
11,+3
Total:14
As the crowd thins, Beranhond notices that they all look to the north side of the square before turning and heading away. There looks to be a destroyed building there, and by the looks of it, it was hit bad. None of the buildings in this area did too well, but most of them at least have some semblance of a foundation left. This building looks as if the earth opened its earthy jaws directly under it and devoured half the building, lpuling it directly into its gaping maw. As the crowds are mostly under control, he turns to a woman walking by, and asks her, "Why is it that everyone seems to be coming to the square and trying to see something in that pile of rubble? What did that building used to be?"
There, you have your perception check info. :) Also, I hope you don't mind my one sentence edit of your post. I just left it and crossed it out so that the entire thing could fit better into the narrative.
ReplyDeleteMua ha ah ah ha ah aha ha ha ha ah ah aha! Mua ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Awesome. Thank you, Whittaker, for attacking the only other cleric-type you have seen so far. Well done.
ReplyDeleteWhittaker, please roll perception for me. :)
ReplyDeleteI really didn't want to have us fight... but the epic fail meant that diplomacy had gone really, really, badly. The next epic fail meant a fight was inevitable.
ReplyDeleteYeah, yeah. That's what they all say. You were just aching to see if you could sick your cat on him. I know how it is. :) You have your perception info. Also, Appraise is used to evaluate the monetary value of an item, not to look at a person and evaluate them. That's a perception check. Perception is one of the most useful skills, at least the way I use it. I suppose I could just give you all the information up front, but I like the perception rolls because you never know if I am hiding something or not. I think it encourages you to do a bit more searching. :)
ReplyDeleteHaha, again my knowledge of 4e betray me. 4e splits perception up into insight and perception so I was using appraise in place of insight. c'est la vie.
ReplyDeleteWell, 3.5 uses search and perception, I believe. Pathfinder combines things and tries to simplify the whole thing. Sometimes they succeed, I think. :)
ReplyDeleteFair enough, when I DM i like to split up perception (for places) and insight (for people). One is to see things and the other is to understand people, but I think I can manage to remember both as perception.
ReplyDeleteThere is Sense Motive for understanding people. You can still see what they are wearing and such without it, but you don't necessarily know much about what they are thinking or why they are doing something without a sense motive check.
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