PhoenixScientist Character Creation

I mean, it's a sea of people. To someone not used to this socio-economic climate, everyone looks the same. The redhead's been giving you space, so he's not even really standing out at the moment. Your best bet would be to find the leader of the caravan, who allowed you to stay with them and is probably toward the front of the line. Probably.

Make an Athletics skill roll. That's Grand, rolled for a total, and add any ranks in Athletics.

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Roll 2?

Roll 3?!

So, 6+5+(1-1)=11 roll?

Which is an Above Average result, very nice! You quickly move up the line and find the head man, a grizzled "chieftain-looking" fellow with his wild red hair and beard both braided. He regards you with a quick glance, but keeps his eyes on the country road. He drives the team of oxen pulling the front wagon, and it is clear he will not allow himself to become distracted from his duty.

"What can I do for you, Stranger?"

"Everybody pulls their weight on this crew. Well," he gestures with the reins, "I guess the oxen pull us. But you know what I mean. I'm mainly here to keep the train moving and make sure we all get to our next stop in one piece. Helps having a few strangers like yourself around to keep an eye on things."

"Life isn't easy no matter what you do," he says, voice weary with age. "Kings, Lords, every farmer with a rake, we all have to go through the same troubles in our own way. Nobody hired me for this. I'm just driving us into the Empire. If folks want me to keep leading, and I don't find somewhere nice to stay, I'll keep moving. Or else the trail will take me."

"Well, for the survivor, there's plenty of options out there." He takes the reins in one hand and points over the horizon. "Ever been to the Empire, Stranger?"

"I've been to the southern duchies once or twice. Long as you stay away from their nobility, you are safe. Not a bad place, if a bit radical with their...ways. The way they've got the Empire divided up is just, well, strange." He sighs, and points again, "We're going on a path that cuts quickly out of the duchy neighboring Fodlan, into the western one, and up into the north. Our best bet is to stock up in Machal, and rest before we make the trip across to Skuldra. Of course, that's months from now." He takes up the reins again, and says, "If you go find the maps, I think you'll have a better sense of what we're doing. I think I left them with MacCready, two wagons behind mine."