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As the meeting breaks up, Bannock takes Kiernan by the arm and leads him to the side of the room to speak quietly. They exchange a few words before filing out behind the others.

"What kind of a man is King Steppengard? What temper has he got? A man who keeps eight other would-be kings in line by talking instead of fighting," demurres Bannock, "must have some kind of golden tongue!" "I can't believe that the others on this Council in Dassen all cow to this idea of a...

No problem. Just a misintepretation of the cost structure. I'll drop the fortification. Just +1 on the armor and ring of protection for 3000 gp.

Some part of his experience with binding to the Living Blade relieves Bannock's mistrust of magical enhancement. After finding a buyer for his old magic glaive and selling it, he makes a number of trips to the Lyceum during the party's remaining days to commission some work from the academy's...

Two days later, Bannock can be seen going about his business using a new weapon as a walking staff. From a distance, it appears to be a normal glaive, but on closer inspection, one can see that from hilt to blade the entire weapon appears to be made of a single unbroken piece of glossy lacquered...

One night, when gathered with his surviving friends in a battered inn and toasting Hrimr as Kirio plays a ballad, he draws out the living weapon formerly belonging to the dwarf. It is still in the shape of a warhammer. He looks at it quizzically. "So, how was this s'posed to work?"

Bannock takes the death of a party mate hard, spends the week mostly drinking and enjoying the swelling ranks of women offering anything and everything for some coin. It's amazing how disaster and mayhem envigorates the world's oldest trade, and Bannock finds that a man with a bit of coin is...

Bannock lets out a cry of anguish when he realizes that their Dwarven companion is now their late Dwarven companion. He punches the surface of the water as hard as he can, having descended the stairs to join the others. "Aaaaagggggh! No! I wish that bastard Sidoneth was still alive so I could...

Bannock picks up the remainder of the things Sidoneth dropped, and gives the wand to Arnir, then follows Kirio towards the stairs. "Let's go!"

Bannock grunts each time he is hit. His armour crunches, ribs fracture, and sudden internal bleeding causes blood to well up in his throat. He takes a wavering 5 foot step backwards and immediately re-extends his grip on his glaive. His vision blurring, feet barely holding him up, he sees...

Bannock can barely follow the blinding speed of Sidoneth's punch. He dodges 5 feet to the left after evading the blow, his body appearing to shift in and out of corporeality. The awesome glow of Arnir's spell is now visible as well, lending a Bannock's armour a beautiful shimmer. "You shoot...

Bannock grasps Arnir's outstretched arm with his left hand, and uses his right to plant his glaive in support of his body and move forward. With Arnir's help, he launches himself cleanly out of the edge of the wall of sleet, bursting forth with his glaive threatening Lee Sidoneth, who he sees...

Whoops, out of turn again. Waiting on Kirio.

Since I drank the potion this turn, consuming my standard, I assume I can't draw yet.

Bannock drinks the potion he drew last round (taking the last die roll as-is), and attempts to move again. This time, however, his luck catches up with him, and his feet slide as a gust catches him. He stumbles in place uselessly. He sees how close he is to the edge of the pillar of sleet, so he...

Oblivious to the terrible events happening around him, Bannock tries to press onward, pushing off of the gargoyle statue and past Arnir. His underclothes crunch with frost, and his armor creaks, stiffened by the cold. Against the odds, he continues to advance, slowed but not stopped. He can...

Bannock shimmers with the light of the abjuration spell, although it's hard to see how awesome he looks in the blinding sleet, making it all the more important to escape! He tries to keep his balance and move forward. Somehow, he keeps his footing and makes progress. Staying with Arnir, he...

Bannock squeezes his eyes closed in the blinding sleet that rasps at his face. He can feel how slippery the ground beneath him is. Before attempting to move, he takes a moment to strap his glaive into its sling on his back. Then, unsteadily, he makes his slow way forward, trying to stay close to...

As the gargoyle falls, its hideous visage is replaced in Bannock's field of view by Kirio holding an uncocked bow. Bannock gives him a thumbs up. He then moves as fast as his body permits towards the stairs, while re-extending his glaive to a normal full grip. Finally he breaches the water...

Being unable to step quickly in the water frustrates Bannock in his heavy armor. He shortens his grip on his magic glaive, choking down on it so he holds it near the blade. While more awkward, he has trained himself to be able to fight this way. He puts his weight into a strike against the...