...right, I'm not exactly the most trusting figure. Time to make a good impression.
Have the sods bring me the dude Auron chopped the hands off of.
Give him new ones, then have the sods escort him back down and hope that helps the morale of the crowd somewhat.
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Well, the good news is that you do actually replace his hands quite well. The bad news is that he's screaming and struggling the whole time so you have to forcibly hold and sedate him. When you get done you put him down and shoo him over toward the crowds. He stumbles about drunkenly and almost falls off the walkway before turning a 180 and lurching back over and into the portal. Well...thats a good deed done for the day!
Probably.
Fulfill the role of a crossing guard for the non-OSHA-compliant pit of death that I made to better corral people to safety. Except instead of a stop sign on a stick I happen to have a slab of white-hot tungsten. Much more persuasive, I'm sure you'll find.
If met with violence against my person, recontextualize offense as theft of much-needed jerbs by offender and let the red state mist descend.
In the face of the current chaos you decide that your role as crossing guard would best be achieved by wading straight into the horde like
sauron and physically grabbing and flinging anyone that looked innocent over toward the portal while obliterating anyone who looked like a
dirty commie bastard Elf loving beardless mangoat Potential rebel rouser. You get...oh a few dozen people and hammer toss them over to the portal, but the majority of people are now fleeing. You do, however, manage to really fuck up a few pick pockets. I mean, most of them you just hit with the club and they're reduced to slimy ash, but you get one guy by the neck and just snap it with one hand like some sort of supervillian. It's pretty sweet. Who knew being a giant genetic freak was so fun!
"One rule, one simple rule and they cant follow it.
what the fuck is so hard to understand about not bringing weapons? I even warned them there would be murder if they tried smuggling."
create a wire guard tunnel along the length of the bridge and block the access point while we sort shit out.
have the sods collect those trying to flee, check them for weapons and offer them the following ultimatem:
follow the rules and leave via a secondary path I will open, or follow the rules and leave via the portal to salvation.
You capture a few dozen people in your new wall, mr. Trump. The sods search all the terrified people but no one else is armed, save for one guy who was apparently robbing people. He shoots one of your sods before said sod breaks his neck and tosses him off the cliff. Everyone else is hurriedly escorted into the portal as other refugees start being punted over the fence by an overzealous giant with a club.
This is a weird children's story.
Concentrate on the sandbag. Skywrite a giant morphing circle in the sky above the bridge so that everyone in line can see. Write "Shut up and look here" next. Get their attention.
You manage to create a giant dark halo of writhing sand above the portal, but the words come out more as just horribly twisted shapes than legible text. So your attempts at calming the crowd instead look like the summoning of an old god.
Should really work on that handwriting.
Keep an eye out for troublemakers or people bleeding from their eyes or otherwise very ill. If any are spotted, carefully pull them off to the side, away from the others going towards the portal. Get some sods to help. Also, check with Steve to see if we c as b bring our propaganda guy from Hephaestus, and maybe some speakers, through the portal. Maybe he could calm the crowd or something.
At this point the crowd is literally gone, the survivors have shoved and screamed their way back down the path and are moving out of sight as we speak.