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Bannock wheels, and charges headlong at the spider on the end of the jutting platform, ignoring the swarm to his left and favoring the much larger and juicier target. He drives his glaive into the spider in a terrible blow, ending his movement in G-5.

Bannock edges forward to G3, wincing as he sees Alric's plight. He looks back at Arnir, and takes a moment to relish the sight of the big-headed Elf struggling in such an undignified position. He considers leaving him there and charging into battle with the huge spider, but then he remembers...

To DM: Bannock will try to attack the swarm coming up the side of the rock in E2, but in order to gain line of sight while also using his weapon at full reach, I would like to move off the grid a bit (F0). If that's not possible, instead he will move to F1 and will use the Pole Fighting feat to...

"Hrimr, if you need help or want me to climb down, I can do it. I used to scramble up on the district walls all the time as a lad! I may not look it, but outside this plate I'm as surefooted as a goat!" says Bannock with no small measure of pride.

Bannock puts his hands on his hips and arches back, stretching after the exertion of moving the stone. He reaches into the rock and pulls some out, rolling it into rods, shaping points and edges, and experiments with various shapes. "Amazing! This is a trick any stone mason I know'd kill to...

Bannock tests the weight of the rocks to see if it might be possible to shift some of the stones out of the way enough to open a passage.

Bannock advances with his glaive held out in front of him as if to ward off evil. "Oh I'm fine. Just stuck in a cave with what's probably a giant spider, is all." Motioning at the huge pit in the centre of the room, he says, "So should we draw straws to see who gets to look down the hole first?"

Bannock sidesteps into F-13, and shouts back at the huge beast, "You keep the soup! Bannock'll make a porridge of your brains!" Though somewhat sluggish, due to the fact that he's missing a small piece of his soul, attacks with vigor. As he steps out from behind Alric, he switches to a left...

Bannock whoops with glee as the fireball washes over half the enemy number. The huge brute facing Alric now looms large in his field of view. Seeing the danger in the immense reach of the thing's maul, he takes a ginger 5-foot step forward into E-14 and slashes over Alric's head at the beast's face.

Whoa, sorry for the delay, I honestly thought it wasn't my turn. Bannock launches into a charge at the remaining guard near the wall, charging directly for it (into D-14), and raises his glaive high to spear it from the other side of the wall. "I'll make me a necklace of your wee little skulls!"

"There's not gonna be any talkin' to these lot. Look at those corpses on the wall," whispers Bannock in a disgusted tone. Despite his persisting affliction, he sounds confident. "I say we take them now, unawares. It took over a dozen of 'em to bring down that druid fellow. Here it's only three...

Bannock gazes hungrily at the tools. He takes up the hammer and tosses it from one hand to the other. "Now these are a pretty set! Do you think we could make magic blades from tools like these?"

Bannock, pale, and still a bit hunched, looks over at Hrimr. "I... I don't feel so good. Something happened when that thing touched me. It wasn't like getting hit by no hammer. Something else, like being turned inside out, like it was breathing me in! I couldn't let it touch me again..."...

The map shows the creature in G11, but it's in G10 right now. Bannock pales, experiencing a sort of terror and fear he has never experienced. When the spectral hammer struck, it felt as though something worse than death was upon him: a vision of eternal slavery and horror. He clutches his...

I note Kirio did not roll a crit damage. Can these not be critical-hit? Bannock steps in front of Arnir into G-9. "I know this here blade has some kind of magic on it, and it's from hell, where you'll be headed soon enough!" Bannock puts all his might into a great downward chop.

Bannock gapes up in astonishment and instinctively drops the sunrod and puts up his glaive as if to fight.

"Ah, an inn! And so good of them to leave the door open for us.", remarks Bannock, who at this point would rather be in a cave than out in the elements. He draws a sunrod from a pouch and cracks it on a vambrace. Lacking their trap-finding thief friend, he decides to approach the cellar door...

Bannock shivers in the cold wetness that has saturated his metal carapace. "Brrr. I'm freezing my balls off 'ere. Give it up Hrimr, let's go home. All we're gonna catch out here like this is a chill. It'll be hard to get back to town by dusk at this rate. We should come back later. Might be we...

Being no good at identifying tracks, Bannock follows the others inside, and gapes at the scene. "Unholy hells, it looks like that fellow there with the eagle friend put up a good fight! Not good enough maybe. Do you think he's our druid? These attackers who waylaid 'im must have come from the...

Bannock clanks along in his full plate and hopes the rain and moisture don't rust it. He wears only a ragged cloak over the armour, which clings to him, soggily. While Kirio investigates the front door, Bannock slowly moves around the side, following the tracks, keeping one aye on the dank swamp...