<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Fallon.jpg)</td><td>"No, no... that will never do," Fallon calls.  Losing all pretense of girlish charm or innocence, she steps to the front of the band.  "Koram, you've got range with that crossbow.  Hang back with the cart.  Same to the rest of you-- save your arrows, there may be an ambush--"  She sees sword charge in.  "Fantastic."  She swings down from her horse to follow the warforged, too late to join in the attack so quickly.  (closing this round)  "Watch for an ambush!" she calls as she moves to join.  <br/>At 2009-11-22 19:22:55, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 12 (http://dicebot.php?r=11823)</td></tr></tbody></table>