hbarsquared
Quantum Chronomancer
Kenneth
Kenneth wipes the dust from his hands as he follows the rest of the company through the darkening cave, lost in thought. Teleportation, elemental glyphs, a sundered magical artifact. Kenneth has heard of nothing along those lines in the history of the Diamond Lake area. For a moment he feels disappointed, but brightens soon thereafter. If he has not heard such tales, then perhaps he would be the first to tell them! Satisfied, he walks with head held high and nearly stumbles into Gregor when he stops suddenly.
Kenneth turns to spot three wolves staring directly at him from the alcove. The dwarf begins to mumble some words of faith as he pulls out a handful of stones, and Kenneth watches in surprise as the two large miners hold their weapons aloft and charge into the alcove. Kenneth vaguely remembers Owen saying something about the merits of readying a weapon and wishes he had paid more attention.
Oh, nuts, he thinks.
Scant few seconds are wasted as the gnome reaches over his shoulder for the small buckler he probably should have strapped to his arm before entering the cairn. He hesitates and changes his mind, drawing his rapier from his side instead. There is no time for him to fiddle with the straps as the wolves begin to approach.
Kenneth holds his sword high in the air, not unlike the fork he brandished the night before. "In ancient days," he begins in the resonating voice he uses at the beginning of every tale told, "three wolves dared to assail the great Jarvin of Stormont. Naked and weaponless, he faced them without fear."
Kenneth wipes the dust from his hands as he follows the rest of the company through the darkening cave, lost in thought. Teleportation, elemental glyphs, a sundered magical artifact. Kenneth has heard of nothing along those lines in the history of the Diamond Lake area. For a moment he feels disappointed, but brightens soon thereafter. If he has not heard such tales, then perhaps he would be the first to tell them! Satisfied, he walks with head held high and nearly stumbles into Gregor when he stops suddenly.
Kenneth turns to spot three wolves staring directly at him from the alcove. The dwarf begins to mumble some words of faith as he pulls out a handful of stones, and Kenneth watches in surprise as the two large miners hold their weapons aloft and charge into the alcove. Kenneth vaguely remembers Owen saying something about the merits of readying a weapon and wishes he had paid more attention.
Oh, nuts, he thinks.
Scant few seconds are wasted as the gnome reaches over his shoulder for the small buckler he probably should have strapped to his arm before entering the cairn. He hesitates and changes his mind, drawing his rapier from his side instead. There is no time for him to fiddle with the straps as the wolves begin to approach.
Kenneth holds his sword high in the air, not unlike the fork he brandished the night before. "In ancient days," he begins in the resonating voice he uses at the beginning of every tale told, "three wolves dared to assail the great Jarvin of Stormont. Naked and weaponless, he faced them without fear."
OOC - Ready an action to attack any wolves that approaches Azten or moves around to Owen. AC 16, Attack +3 (1d4+2, 18-20/x2). Will not use Inspire courage at this time, although I insist that Kenneth remain a chatterbox. 
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