You both hear murmurs and a small argument before the sounds of heavy objects moving from the door. The door that has been cracked through near the hands an a two-man portable ram off to the side of the door. It takes about five minutes before the door opens inwards just slightly...
Mor'du stands still, keeping his hands away from his weapon. In his most calm and reassuring voice, he says, "It is safe - for the moment. But we must get everyone out of here and to the safety of the keep. Come. We will escort you along, but you must hurry."
Andarra peeks around Mor'du's shoulder, trying to get a look at the person(s) inside the building. She offers up a smile and a small wave to help bolster the message of safety that the Dragonborn paladin has offered up. "It is ok. We are here to help you."
Mor'du and Andarra walk into the church to see all of the pews, cabinets and other furniture against the windows and to either side of the door. A noticeable half elf stands in front of you wearing priests clothes and on both sides of him are three men holding pieces of wood as clubs. Further behind them you can see groups of men, women and children huddled together scared.
Silent judgement fell upon Mor'du after he spoke.
The people behind the vanguard rustled, when Andarra spoke her words.
Panic set in at the sight of Xinnia, and the people behind the vanguard rushed forward pushing by the seven men.
"Calm down, calm down!" The slow to talk priest shouted, but fell upon deaf ears.
Women carrying small kids, a bit bigger kids yelling for to others to stay with them, but all rush pass Mor'du... Andarra... and burst out from the door past Xinnia and out into the town towards the keep using the road that winds through town.
A large roar of the dragon echos in the night.
Nikolay and Thovan tried to stop the mob from running into the town by shouting but no one listens.
It was then, with most unfortunate timing, that racial prejudice finally reared its ugly head. Xinnia watched helplessly as the panicked denizens stampeded out of the church. "NO!" She plead. "Not like that!" All this way on behalf of Greenest to be denied by the senseless fear of the commoners. Xinnia felt stung more by the irony then anything else.
As pragmatic as Xinnia was, the only idea which occured to her was to try to herd the stampede in the general direction of the Keep, using the fear of the Drow to steer the people. She dismissed it as too crazy. It came back, and hovered around her head like a housefly.
Swearing under her breath, Andarra turns and begins to sprint off after the fleeing survivors. She does manage to call out, "Stop! It isn't safe out here yet! You need us to escort you or you might run into more danger!"
Xinnia ran, lept and "parkoured" her way along the left side of the pack. She hoped to get in front and clear any bandits that stood in thier path. She carried her spear this time and kept her head on a swivel for danger.
Xinnia reached the front of the herd of people that were still running. She turned and faced them. "YOU MUST STOP!" She pled angrily. She cast her Dancing Lights and let the angry glowing fires illuminate her with her spear held defiantly skyward. "You need to listen to us carefully!"
@Psychie and anyone who chose to stop with the rear group...
The people watched as Andarra ran past them. "What? Not going give us a speech and just run away?"
"Calm down Morgan! Just follow her and stop being ungrateful."
"What? She wants us to run, then she wants us to stop, then she says we are safe and then she says we are not."
@Zotar and those with the front group.
Your lights do not scare them into inaction and they just run past you.
What groups are you with? @Sherwood
Thovan, Nikolay and Xinnia are with the front group.