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"Seems that stags are a favourite of our friend mr forest spirit, who's sent us on this little errand." Bannock looks around the room and then back at the group, "Shame none of us is much of a tracker. Never had time to teach me that, did my father. Shall we go? I 'ave a feeling that we're...

Having been listening as he straps his pack back on, Bannock chimes in. "Ah, Torrent, think of the scar as something to remember us by. One day you'll look back and miss we misfits. Hmm, what's that there?" The big warrior is curious at the sudden emergence of a previously secret passage and...

Bannock, aghast at the ghastly ghast attempting to consume Torrent, and not wishing to lose the only attractive member of the party, lashes out with his glaive, and soundly connects with the monster, yet it still insists on attacking the paralyzed cleric. Bannock steps forward into J-17 and...

Bannock sees the abominable creatures attack his traveling companions and feels a sudden rush of adrenaline. His senses sharpen and his heart quickens. Some part of his higher brain reminds him that he should take a stance on firm footing and let them come to him, but that part of his brain is...

Bannock raises his eyebrows at Hrimr and looks at him, deadpan. "Hmmm, let me think now. Why yes, I think used to skip through here as small boy. Me and me mates would play 'catch the flaming dog', and hide-and-go-seek in the in the burning grove. Those were the days. Every week I'd beg me dad...

Bannock admiringly looks over the craftsmanship of the weapons. "These are are fine blades! I don't usually swing swords unless I have to, but it would be a shame to leave these here. If nothing else, these should fetch a fine price at market. I can carry some of the swords. I'm already so...

"We agree!" Bannock looks around at the others. "What? I'll take empowered over burning forever."

"Can a man not just walk through a magically burning forest in peace and quiet?" Asks Bannock, tongue-in-cheek, as he stares at the disembodied eyes. At this point he's seen beasts and horrors with enough frequency that feeling fear of a pair of floating, flaming eyes simply seems unwarranted...

Bannock's glaive again slashes at the stag in V-7.

Despite the roaring flames all around, you can all hear Bannock's heavy footfalls as over 400 lbs of armor, equipment, and hulking humanity trundles forward into V-5, hoping to continue his onslaught. The sooted edge of his blade sweeps down on the fire elemental in V-7.

Bannock backs away from the burning stag (step to R5), his face nearly broiled from the heat emanating from the beast. He windmills his glaive into an overhead chop, aiming to finish the abomination. "Hah! Who wants venison tonight? Pre-cooked!"

Rolling AOO now since it might affect others' turns

Bannock keeps pace with Alric, standing abreast of him, 10 feet away, glaive ready as always, and looks up in wonder at the form taking shape from ash and cinders. "Uhm, Alric, I don't think this spirit is interested in talking." Bannock readies to attack any foe in range, though he seems...

"Haha! Don't make me start to tally a score Arnir! Plowed the earth I did indeed, and sowed it with the guts of those 'ellish things! You might as well have just given that devil a whiff of your bad breath for all your magic did to it. Tempus knows how potent that is. It's your blessed luck you...

The initiative order doesn't show it, but I believe I've now taken 11 damage. Bannock roars in fury. The bearded devil's retreat from battle adds insult to injury, as if to say that Bannock and the others are unworthy opponents. Bannock finds this displeasurable in the extreme, and he wails...

Greg, Bannock also has +1 on all AOO and readied attacks due to his level 3 polearm mastery feat, so including power attack I should have been +8 on that AOO, but again it makes no difference. Bannock's eyes widen as he sees the demon's weapon tear into Alric. He ignores the shambling flesh and...

Bannock is first flummoxed by swirling gravel in front of him, then confused by the sudden teleportation of the demon, then dazzled by Arnir's spell. These have a net effect of pissing him off. He turns to the demon, "I respect your choice of weapon! I'm looking forward to inspecting it after...

Hah, Bannock and Alric are going to be unhappy with Hrimr! What a jerk!

His weapon already in hand, since it doubles as a walking staff, Bannock takes a step into J-8 and bends into a combat stance. A single drop of sweat rolls off his brow and onto his gauntlet, and then disappears in a puff of steam. The demons terrify him, but he tells himself that hell can't be...

Bannock beams a grin at Hrimr. "I would make the finest sling bullet you've ever laid eyes on! A bullet to slay a thousand of those vile barghest hounds! But it's not so simple, dwarf, I thought your people were born knowing how to forge things! Open flames aren't usually enough to melt even...