Knuckles
“Knuckles” was not his real name. Like many of the people Lisa has traveled with over the years, neither she, nor I, remember what his name was. I’d use the excuse that the adventure happened almost 20 years ago, but Lisa didn’t bother to learn his real name then, either.
The party nicknamed him “knuckles” because he and the other thief (“sonic”) had a habit of running off through the dungeon without looking back or care for what the rest of us were doing. After one such jaunt, knuckles received another injury to his face when he fell off Lisa and another warrior priest’s shoulders to the stone floor behind them. Screaming like a little girl and sprinting back to rejoin the party because he had a slue of kobolds barreling down the hall behind him, we formed a “shield wall” to protect the spell casters.
“I’ll use my ‘climb walls’ skill to scale the shield wall.”
“You do realize that it’s two people holding shields, and not an actual wall, right?”