[h1][center][color=a0410d]Mark[/color][/center][/h1]

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With a groan and a small hiss - caused by his arms, not his false voice - Mark stepped away from the group. People were [i]everywhere[/i], and it looked like complete pandemonium at this point. An agitated whir escaped from the "mouth" of the Warforged. No wonder his creator never had a desire to live in the city; for all of the expensive gold and silver that seemed to flow through the streets of the city, this was quite the jarring contrast. The gas was the final straw, and he watched as it began to spread, taking a few cautious steps back. He was sure that he would not be susceptible to whatever it was that this assailant was attempting to use against the crowd, but he also knew that there was no need to not take an unnecessary risk if he had to. If, for example, it turned out to be corrosive, Mark would be in as much of a pickle as the other civilians. Mark let out another aggravated grunt, crossing his arms for a second. He couldn't quite discern what was going on, and not having a complete grasp on the situation angered Mark like nothing else. He detested not knowing information he should know, whether due to logic or otherwise having it hidden from him simply because people were too stubborn to tell him. He had the same rights to know as those who crossed him. He had broken arms and legs just to find out the name of the leader of those who would invade his creator's home, and to prepare accordingly. Being in control of the situation was the only way to win against conflict, he had been taught. [color=a0410d]"Alright, ya fools!"[/color] Mark shouted as loud as he could to the group of civilians behind him. An unnatural, mechanical fury rang throughout his words: despite having merely a basic grasp on emotions that normal organisms possess, aggravation and anger were instrumental into ensuring that Mark would do his job of scaring others off.

[color=a0410d]"To yer houses! Yer not doin' anything but makin' things worse now, ya hear?!"[/color] Mark chastised the onlookers. He realized he held little actual authority in directing these people, but he figured if he could make his voice sound loud and forceful enough, he could certainly try to make himself sound important. He wasn't sure how, but it sounded like some of the others approaching the body had managed to amplify their voice further. How curious, Mark thought for a brief moment, before continuing: [color=a0410d]"Go on, get out of here, all of you!"[/color]

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Mark attempts to intimidate the crowd into partial submission, at least so they can clear out. He makes an intimidation check, the results of which are noted below:

Intimidation+Charisma = 1d20+0 = [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11930]19.[/url]

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