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"Lars, why don't you knock again, maybe make the big one angry, and when he opens the door to give you what for, Arnir, you zap him like you did that great spider, and we'll bullrush inside and take this Merrywinter down," chirps Bannock excitedly.

Bannock nods and taps his glaive on the ground. "No problem! If it comes to a brawl, I'll try to be sure to give 'em the more, eh, dip-lo-matic end 'o the stick. That's no promise though."

Bannock runs upstairs, and a short time later, clanks back down, glaive in hand and armor half-on. He asks Arnir to tighten up a few of the buckles he can't reach. Once in form, he's ready to go. "Well, lead on! You can tell me what the bloody 'ell we're doing along the way."

Bannock turns around and grabs Arnir by both arms and leans in close. "Arnir! If it involves drinking, or fighting, or whoring, or any sort 'o mix of the three, I am your man!"

After Bannock arrives back at the house, he seems full of energy, and can't really wait to get back outside. "Come on, if we need to kill some time before we go after Lowduke, let's go down to a tavern and find some girls! Bannock's not had a drink since before we almost killed ourselves...

Bannock wakes at dawn the next morning feeling rested, and in better shape than he's ever been in. He hops out of bed and does a little dance, then shadow boxes with the wall for a few seconds. Then he bursts out of his room, still wearing only robes, and runs down the hallways of the temple...

Bannock wears a confused expression for a moment as Lars and Arnir discuss this Merryweather person, but then his eyes glint as he realizes something Lars said. "Green Dragon egg? We need to get it! Imagine hatching a dragon. I'd raise it up m'self so I could ride it. Maybe I'd name it...

"I don't know much about clerics, but it's true, that thing did something to me and I've not really been feeling like all of myself lately. If there's someone around that can fix it, I'm going to 'im!"

Bannock begins his decent, climbing down 10 feet easily, but between the 20 and 10 foot mark, he places his foot on a loose rock which gives out under him. His hands were unprepared for the sudden drop and he slips off the wall. Falling almost 20 feet, he crashes to the ground at the base of the...

Bannock hangs by an arm for a moment before regaining his footholds. He figures that all this time away from Gate Pass must have made him a little rusty, but he presses on. It's just a little farther to the first backpack. This time, he practically levitates up the next ten feet. He grabs hold...

Bannock looks up at the higher bags and thinks for a second (but no more), and then begins to strip his heavy armor off. Plate and leather clanks and thuds to the ground until he is left wearing his simple undyed woolen raiment. Drying blood and sweat cling it to his body as he finds purchase in...

Bannock takes the things handed to him by Arnir and stuffs them into his duffel pack, then goes with the party through the tunnel into the chamber with the decanter. He peers up to where the sound is coming from. The decanter appears to be just out of reach, even when standing on his toes and...

Bannock relaxes a clenched jaw as Hrimr's healing spells make the pain subside. "Foolish? The big spider's dead, yeah?" He waves Arnir off. "No need to trouble him Arnir, if the little guy hadn't 'o finished the monster, the rest of us would have done it proper quick. Not that you don't have...

Bannock looks back at the party balefully, gives a sigh, and says in a sombre tone, "In case I die in the next minute 'r so, I just wanted you all to know... that you're a bunch of scared little girls!" Bannock steps past the threshold into the spider's lair, intending to use himself as bait...

Bannock watches the skull skitter across the floor and into the webbed abyss. Waiting for something to happen, he edges forward into G-7 and continues to ready his attack on whatever might come into range.

Bannock steels himself for battle and approaches the door. As Hrimr begins to push on it, his arms grow taught as a wound up spring, ready to uncoil a strike as soon as any foe enters range. He looks to Hrimr and Alric. "Let's kill this thing." Bannock stands 1 square away from the doorway and...

Kirio, I looked back at the post history and tallied up 35 points of healing from you, with me starting at -6, so I was off by 1. I think I'm at 29/37. Bannock smiles wanly, drained of his characteristic enthusiasm. "I wish Lars was'ere, he'd be able to climb down there and back up before that...

Bannock is at 28/37 hp and is permanently suckier. Bannock stands silent and brooding.

Bannock's eyes snap open and his chest heaves as he sucks in a huge breath, then he coughs and sputters up some blood and bile. He rolls on his side and coughs again, and pants for a while. Miraculously, beyond the mundane pain of his wounds, he feels no ill effect from the huge spider's venom...

Bannock staggers back under the weight of the gargantuan spider's blow and gargles up some blood, which he spits in the direction of the massive arachnid's compound eyes. Spitting is about all he has the strength remaining to do. He makes an expeditious retreat (retreat as full round action)...