<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f4/LittleJohn12.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Hammond "Hamm" Barksdale</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>11<strong>AC:</strong>13<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>13<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Engaged in battle!<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=626559)<br/><hr/>Hamm ran along the roof of the long building toward the bandit leader. His quarterstaff was in his hand, but held in as nonthreatening a manner as he could manage. He yelled to the bandit as he ran. "Stop this! You're outnumbered, it's senseless to fight! Just surrender and we can talk!"<br/><br/>The promise of safety for the criminal died on Hamm's lips as he heard the last deathcry of the entangled bandit behind him. Without looking he could imagine how little Molle might have left of the man. The priest finished lamely as he stopped short of the bandit leader, it having become clear to him that this encounter would end in only one way. "So... Surrender?" he asked with little hope.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Just moving and talking; not sure how far he can make it over this ground, so please position Hamm's figure where you will.<br/></div></div>