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He's on fire! Hearing the cries of his stricken companions, Bannock looks towards the commotion at the side door, looks back at Alric in the front door, and decides that the fragile elves need more help than the veteran soldier. Raising a cry, he charges heedlessly through the flames towards...

OOC: Going ahead and posting since the result of Kirio's movement decision won't affect my action anyway. Bannock senses the rising danger posed by the burning building, but has now become incensed by the difficulty in landing a blow on this irksome little Ragesian toady. No thought of...

Bannock grimaces at the new situation. "Hrmph! New targets! Well, come and step through the fire then and face us!" He launches another attack at the now wounded thug in the doorway.

A ten foot pole "Hahaha, come in and take us if you can!" Bannock yells as he sidesteps in front of the doorway behind Alric (H-8). He gives the other fighter a firm tap on the shoulder and leans to Alric's ears, "You've got the shield, I've got your back!" Then the point of the glaive...

OOC: I'll do the same. Bannock drops whatever he was carrying, save his glaive, and advances to the middle of the room towards the stairs to give himself the space to use his weapon if need be. He ends movement on H-6.

Bannock, still in the process of loosing a torrent behind some trash in the alley, overhears the suggestions through the door. He is one of the few in the group who has spent his entire life in Gate Pass. He recalls some of his experiences in the city - boyhood adventures, trysts with girls, his...

Bannock, quickly finishing a second third helping of ale, thumps the floor with the shaft of the glaive excitedly. "Let's go then! We've less than an hour and standing around 'ere is making me jumpy, and I've got to piss like an ox. Ah, rest easy Sir Arnir, I know you're right. That sword is...

Bannock rolled his eyes during Arnir's rambling, having been acquainted with elves whose mouths tended to outpace their capabilities. He spent an uncharacteristic moment trying to judge whether this one would be able to sustain a counter argument in the form of a headbutt to the nose. He didn't...

Bannock snorts indignantly. Hrmph! So unfortunate it isn't to your liking, princess. You can count on me to do what I can to expedite you to your departure!

One Way To Introduce Yourself Bannock, uncomfortable with subtlety, marches across the room and sets his glaive down on the bar top. With the confidence and precision of someone who has been here on multiple but less sober occasions, he thrashes about the shelves for a bit, knocks some things...

Bannock swings his great poleaxe onto his shoulder to fit it through the doorway and walks alongside Arnir as they pass into the pub. Looking at the flask, he says, ever so slightly too loudly and with a grin, Oy, Elf, if the taps be dry, I hope you don't mind sharin'!

Bannock Voss here and late to the party as usual! Ha! Let's fire these dice up!