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Again, Bannock snaps out of a strange reverie. Back at the mercenaries' camp he gathered up as much of the dried rations as are left over, taking a full 7 days worth (GM, correct me if there aren't so many left), and crammed them into his pack. Now, at their new site further down the road, he...

Bannock also suddenly looks up after having spent the entire time during the exchange with Kathor leaning on his glaive with his head down, as if lost in a fantasy. He inspects the half-plate armour once worn by Kathor. "Hey! I think this fellow was about my size. If no one objects, I might...

Bannock, seeing the damage inflicted on Alric by the armored greatsword-wielding Ragesian, steels his resolve and focuses a strengthened hatred for this man. He steps into range and his glaive snaps out in hopes of landing a blow. Step into H-7, activate Blade of the Resistance on enemy in...

The arrow protruding from his hip causes Bannock to flinch slightly, but then, after he hears some shouting from Torrent, it seems to subside and he barely notices it. He looks up at the big-mouthed plate-clad rider, gives a crazy smile and a you-will-be-dealt-with-momentarily look, and sticks...

Bannock shouts, "You'll have to do better than spitting at him, Mr. Hrimr!" Though he pronounces the dwarf's name more like "reamer". Bannock dashes into H-6 and slices at the downed rider who was engaged with Hrimr.

Bannock waits until the last possible moment, and then whips his glaive down, braces his feet against the ground and lunges with his whole upper body, driving the point of the glaive forward.

Bannock ignores the crossbowmen in the brush, instead he is far more interested in the thundering hooves he hears approaching. This is what long polearms were made for! The tired, hooded traveler merely continues to amble slowly forward, to F-4, and readies himself to face oncoming chargers...

Bannock slows his pace and stares at the slopes ahead. "Whoa there boys and lady. I'd say that road ahead is a perfect spot for an ambush, and it looks like there are a couple of sharp blokes down there who would agree with me. Two men with crossbows, and maybe more hidden." He keeps a strong...

Bannock nods appreciatively at Arnir. He moves into his now completed tent, reaches into his large pack and emerges with a second bedroll and another winter blanket which he has been carrying with him as long as he's been with the group. He tosses them at Arnir's feet. "I'm not too tired. I'll...

Bannock searches his huge traveling backpack, pulls out a bedroll and winter blanket for himself, and unrolls a small tent that was strapped to the outside of the bag. "No such luck here, I forgot to bring flint as well. We might be able to get a fire started without any, I've seen my father do...

Bannock looks up in surprise as the blood and grime magically vanishes from his clothes and belongings. He raises an eyebrow at Arnir. "Well! At least you clean up after yourself." He turns to look back at the city for a moment. He wishes his fellow Gate Pass denizens luck against Ragesia and...

Bannock, who had stood idly while Kirio interrogated the survivor, shifts his weight from foot to foot, somewhat nervously. He has just cut a man down in battle, and it gave him an exhilarating rush, but that has passed, and watching Kirio calmly toy with the hapless criminal made him...

Bannock, initially concerned for Torrent, notices that a stranger has come to her aid and decides to continue his focus on the dance with the fool in front of him. He steps back into H-14 and lashes out, but misses his mark again.

Bannock hops back and thrusts at the thug that attacked him. 5 foot step back to I-15, attack J-17.

A smile comes over Bannock face, as he realizes he'll finally get to do something that interests him. In an instant he has his glaive in a combat grip, and moves into position as the rear guard of the group. "There's no way these men are guards of the city, I've never seen a single one of them...

Daaaaaamn, I didn't get notifications of these updates. I'm just going to resolve the thing between Arnir and I now, pretend this happened back in the workshop "Gyrahh! You son of a #$*%!" Bannock lunges at Arnir, hurling bits of scum from the bag. Let's just say a fracas ensues, I try to...

Bannock, fuming, immediately focuses on Arnir, since he can't imagine a reason for any of the others to do such a thing, and he happens to notice that Arnir appears to be doing a very poor job of supressing little giggles. "You vile little imp! It was you, wasn't it?! I ought to make you wear...

Bannock stretches and rises, having slept like a baby. He puts on his chainmail, and rolls up his bedroll and blanket. He reaches for his pack and smells something foul, and sees the now dried and caked filth adorning it. He bellows, "What in blazes!? Oh, VERY funny. Who's the cowardly bastard...

Laying out his bedroll, already becoming half asleep, mumbles about the way out of the city. "The nearest southern gate might be... *yawn*... passable. There should be citizens crowding out of the city. He lays down. "Ahh. Then we can try... old Elf Road... through Innenotdar. 'Cept I don't...

Bannock inhales deeply with a gaping yawn. "'Tis a late hour. To leave the city now, pains me as it does to leave it all, would be departing into the night, and the roads at night are dangerous. The city will withstand the siege for some time longer. Let's just copy the bloody things and go...