<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nFr9PcZ.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Nathaniel Graves (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2490784)</span></strong></span><br/>Variant Human (M) Fighter 1 (5'8")<br/><strong>AC:</strong>16<strong>Hp:</strong>11/11<strong>Passive perception:</strong>11<br/><strong>Current effects:</strong>none<br/><hr/><br/>It had been...a week, maybe two since Nathaniel had come to the keep. Days seemed to drift by quickly here, sometime without the sound of anything but his own breath. It was by stroke of luck or by pity he was allowed access to Candlekeeps grounds, offering a manual of combat he had won from his instructor in a very lucky roll of the dice. It had been a very novel experience as it was one of the few times the signet ring on his left hand did not immediately grant him access to a place, somewhat humbling if not infuriating at the time. Elated though he was, and despite his formal education growing up, Nathaniel was no scholar and in no way was he versed in Arcana as well as he was the history of this land. It felt like it was by divine providence that he happened upon the young mages Twin Oxenbridge and Aramis Blackthorn, 5 gold a piece to help him decipher what lay within the seemingly endless tomes of Candlekeep.<br/><br/>Today was supposed to be like any other day he spent at the keep, trying to dive in alongside the two wizards in his employ to try and find the origin of his ability, the reason he had it. Force of habit brought on my his instructor in arms had him dress in his armor, even if he threw a brown tunic on over it to try and muffle the chain within the library. Axes in his belt, Morning star along his back he raised his hand and  pulled the longsword scabbard towards him from his bed 20 feet away among the house of rest."There we go, dressed to the nines." he said to himself as he secured his weapon of choice along his back.<br/><br/>Back in the pillars once more he was greeted with quite the strange sight indeed. Rarely were the wizards Twin and Aramis not seen within 10 feet of another(by his recollection) and curiouser still was it to see him halfway shouting into a room. Following his own sense of wonder at this situation Nathaniel joined the group, eyes scanning to see a mix of familiar faces and new ones."Well now, what needs must be met for all of us to be cramming ourselves into a study such as this?" came the metered voice of the young Noble.<br/>