<div class="floatright">(https://farm8.static.flickr.com/7673/26911334061_6664baacfa_b.jpg)</div>Sir Pallam Rem (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1350847)<br/><sub>Character Sheet Completed</sub><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Hopes for character development</span></strong><br/><br/>Sir Pallam is someone that struggles to be a good person.  He likes to drink, he likes to whore, and he likes to spend gold, but he also desperately wants to be a moral and religious person.  Sir Pallam is always willing to lend his blade to protect the innocent and to battle evil, but it's during the slow intervals between the former and the latter where Sir Pallam is at his weakest.<br/><br/>He is modest, and all he wants is to die in the service of his goddess.  But I personally want him to become a better man than he is.  More specifically, I would like for him to develop into a tactical thorn in the battlefield.  Statistically, I would like to make Sir Pallam stronger and more resilient.  I want him to pursue teamwork feats with other characters.  I want him to always keep his word to his adventuring company and always try to do his best by his friends.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Background</span></strong><br/><br/>"I am a paladin for the lady of valor," Sir Pallam said.<br/><br/>"How did you become devoted to Iomedae, sire?" Gillem, Sir Pallam's new drinking buddy, asked.<br/><br/>"It just happened," Sir Pallam replied thoughtfully.  "It wasn't my plan, that's for sure, and I'm certain that our lady who is the light of the sword would have chosen a better supplicant.  But the wheels started turning one day when I was just a boy.  I hadn't counted ten winters when my old man was killed in the wars, and my mother, bless her soul, had died at childbirth.  I was with children in similar straits, camping in ruins and living off the land, when we were set upon by a horde of undead creatures.  I had never been so frightened.  They were so quick and powerful..."<br/><br/>"I had seen dead bodies before," he mused, "but I had never seen people die.  This little girl was the first to go.  We told her to run, but she was rooted to her spot.  The creatures grabbed her first, and tore her apart like she was nothing.  We couldn't help but watch.  It was so terrible."<br/><br/>"We were getting picked off one by one, with the slowest getting picked off first," he added after slaking his thirst with a drought of ale after talking so much.  "Though I was one of the fastest kids there, I was towards the back of the pack because I was holding a little boy in one hand and dragging his sister with the other.  Just when I started thinking about giving them up to save myself, this huge horse of a man jumped in front of me.  He was wielding a sword that was nearly as long as he was tall in his two hands and I thought he was going to cut us kids down.  Instead, he told us to run ahead to an abandoned siege tower and to wait.<br/><br/>"Then, this man charged towards the horde and started mowing them down with his hot blade.  His blows were so powerful that the walking corpses were bursting into clouds of blood when he hit them, which then rained down on us.  He fought the horde the entire night and halfway into the day.  But when I came upon him again, he was half-blind and half-dead, and still almost took my head from my neck.<br/><br/>"It turns out that he was a paladin of Iomedae," he said, churning his lips.  "He was dying and he knew it.  He made me swear up and down to take his sword and holy symbol to the Magnimarian temple of Iomedae, so that his brothers and sisters could continue to use his items in the service of his goddess.  I ended up selling his things the first opportunity I got.  But I felt mightily sorry for crossing an oath."<br/><br/>"Wait," Gillem said, laughing, "you sold it?  Ha!"<br/><br/>"Aye," Sir Pallam replied.<br/><br/>"For how much?" Gillem asked.<br/><br/>"Ten gold pieces," Sir Pallam said with a smirk.  "I was naive.  I didn't know what things were worth.  I was fortunate, though.  The shopkeeper took pity on me because he gave me the sword back when I returned to get the paladin's things.  But there was no holy symbol.  He had already sold it.  Even to this day, I regret having sold that rusty old charm."<br/><br/>"So what happened then?" Gillem asked.<br/><br/>"I went to Magnimar," replied Sir Pallam.  "It took me two years to get there, but by the time I knocked on the front door of Iomedae's temple, I had learned to swing that sword.  I had to learn.  The road had been long and perilous after all."<br/><br/>"I know where this story goes," Gillem said, slamming his stein on the counter.  "You delivered the blade, and then swore an oath then and there that you'd become a paladin of Iomedae.  The blade you delivered is now your blade.  You carry his weapon in his stead."<br/><br/>"Actually..." Sir Pallam said, scratching under his chin to draw the pause out, "no.  It turns out that though the man that saved me had once been a paladin of Iomedae, he had been ex-communicated for collecting the heads of his foes on the battlefield.  The temple's guardians smelted his blade in the furnace.  I wouldn't have been able to handle that blade competently anyways.  It was almost seven feet in length.  But I did swear to enter into Iomedae's service right then and there.  It wasn't because I wanted to take the paladin's place...  I just did not want to get back on the road without a sword."<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Desired Kinks</span></strong><br/><br/>I like group sex, exhibitionism, public sex, adultery, and prostitution.  I am open to M/F, M/M, and M/F pegging.  I am not into bestiality, but I can play in a game where it happens.  However, I am okay with sex with sentient monsters.  I like it when chaotic female characters lead my lawful good character astray.  I love sexy evil females who must have their way with my non-consenting paladin.<br/>