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Bannock merely gives Kirio a tired look. "Who do you suppose is carrying most of our things? Arnir yonder can barely bring along the clothes he has on. 500 lbs? My slightly addled friend, with everything I carry, I weigh nearly that much alone!" He shrugs off his pack. Inside it or tied to...

Possibly too transfixed to react, the party watches as Bannock's glaive thrusts at the flaming spectre, to deliver a merciful coup de gras. Let me know if there is anything mechanical to be done here

Spurred by the commotion, Bannock turns back around to witness this living effigy begging for mercy. Feeling an incredible mixture of revulsion and pity, Bannock hesitates only a moment before taking a firm grip on his weapon and raising it to strike. He desperately wants this to end. If...

"Well, thank you Arnir. Never look a gift 'orse in the mouth!" Says Bannock, weary, but trying to be bright. He struggles awkardly to put Arnir's potion into a pocket of his pack, then squats at the bodies and pulls out a dagger. Shaking off a thick coating of ash, he hands it to the elvish...

Wearing 50 lbs of armor, with another 60 lbs of equipment loaded onto his back, Bannock trundles on, feeling like a pack mule, and glad he has his glaive to lean on with each step. Walking through a forest fire while wearing a suit of metal armor would be like being pan fried if it wasn't for...

Bannock listens to Hrimr's tale, quickly grows bored. With his shirt still tied to the end of his poleaxe, he spends the time practicing drills that his father taught him, frustrated that he was unable to land very many strikes in his first real battles this week. As he practices, he experiments...

"Sorry about that helmet, little friend. I didn't know you were fond of wearing skulls and such. A little foul if you ask me, but maybe we can skin a bear tonight and get you a new one." Sweating like a hog, Bannock dismounts and unburdens his horse. He unstraps his armor and lets the heavy...

Can we re-roll regardless of the value of the first roll? I wish I rolled a 1 now. :)

Bannock takes a moment to revel in victory over the inquisitor's men. He kicks the wrecked body of the inquisitor to roll it on its back, and then pulls off the skull helmet to look at the fallen villain's face. "You won't be the last of your kind I kill. I know it!" He drops the helmet on...

Bannock delivers a powerful upward scything attack on the half orc in front of him. For posterity, I'd like to mark this post as a special anniversary: This is my 10th missed attack roll in a row (not counting attacks rolled by DM) Woohoo!

Bannock grows mildly impatient, but checks himself, knowing these orcs will come through the door any second. He continues to be ready to slash at the next person to step through the doorway (readied power attack). In the meantime though, he looks over at Haddin, sitting pitifully there in the...

Bannock resumes a standard grip on his weapon, restoring his full range, and stands behind Lars (J15), steeled for the moment when the attackers enter striking distance. Readying an attack on the first hostile soul to enter H-15. The attack will be a power attack.

Bannock, now almost surrounded, and with his back to the wall, knows from his childhood lessons with his father that this is a poor position to fight from. Seeing Alric and Torrent blocking the door, however, forces him to consume all his effort trying to safely withdraw while getting around his...

Bannock, who by the mystical force that arbitrates this plane of existence was locked in place while Haddin was attacked, is freed from his temporal shackles. His face turns flush as he feels the heat of battle. "Damned old fart! Look at where all that spouting about 'is supreme powers got...

Bannock, without much pause for thought, springs up, snatches his glaive, which was leaning in a corner, and flings open the front door. He takes one step into the morning light and there stands, surveying the scene before him, resplendent in his half-plate armor, his polearm at his side...

Before stepping outside, Bannock, shouting through the house, loudly thanks Crystin again, and tells her that if something happens or she needs anything in the night, he'll be sleeping in the stables with his horse. Then he marches outside, and doesn't bother to set up a tent. Instead he walks...

Bannock continues eating, distracted by Crystin's back side.

Bannock swallows a spoonful of stew, and stops short of scooping a second into his mouth when he hears Haddin. "The food is delicious, Crystin. Thank you. I don't like the way your father talks to you though. Can hardly abide 'im calling you a fool like that." He says, looking at her with...

I forgot to add, as Bannock has his initial exchange with the girl, he looks in her eyes and watches her face, passively absorbing clues as to how she truly feels towards him and the group, both because he subconsciously doesn't trust her yet, and because he fancies his chances.

Bannock sidles forth towards the girl, reins in his big horse, which he has taken to calling Lumpy, and swings his leg out of the saddle and lands heavily on his feet. He smiles at the attractive girl. "Beautiful lady, if I'm honest, seeing you on this road made this day for me before you...