<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www2.strategyfirst.com/downloads/wallpapers/disciples3_elven_warrior_ART_640x480.jpg)</td><td><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 3.95em;">KORAM</span></span> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Half-Elf Knight/Marshal</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">A Disciplined Warrior from the North</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><strong>Attitude:</strong>  Good Nature/Well Intentioned/Cold<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 33 <strong>AC:</strong> 17<br/></span><hr/></td></tr></tbody></table><br/>The knight had been in another world.  Truth be told, he had been thinking about this warforged named Sword.  The metallic figure had intrigued him, haunted him.  The knight had supposed that these living mechanisms had souls, but... this being did not seem to have a soul at all.  Or rather, it seemed to have a soul repressed in the deepest chambers of its cold heart, caged away.  Koram took a great sympathy to the warforged, and had endeavored to think up some sort of conversation that might familiarize him to the creature.  But thinking of polite conversation was difficult.  Could she feel the biting cold or appreciate the color palette of the fall?<br/><br/>He was brought back to the situation by the Paladin of Sune.  Had she just spoken to him like a confederate?  And what the devil did she mean when she said--<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=51290.msg2397795#msg2397795">Quote from: Ixy on 30-10-2009, 14:28:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She looks over at Koram, then the bard, before meeting the knightly half-elf's gaze to address him.  "Seems you've got a fan already."  She lifts her eyebrows and leans a bit closer, speaking in a stage-whisper.  "Well done."  </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>It took some interpolation to gather what had been said by the bard, whom he was having trouble paying attention to by virtue of her stunning beauty.  However, the conversation had taken a turn for the worse.  The two women were discussing, no, arguing, about him.  He was momentarily stunned, because he really did not want much to do with it.  Koram was confident, but he was not an egoist.  He was polite, kind, etc. etc., but he was not one for melodrama.<br/><br/>"Now now,"  said the knight with a grin.   "I am prepared to accept the fact that you might have more experience than I, but must you be so<em>disagreeable</em>?  Why, I venture to say that I have never been more repulsed by the idea of getting new toys in my life."   The knight chuckled with good nature now, because he thought that he understood the elf.  An intimidating, somewhat hostile person that, for no very good reason, behaved irrationally, spoke unpredictably and asserted her superiority.  But Koram was the epitome of confidence, and as such, he was able to see in Seanna that she was, at the very least, attempting to be helpful<em>in her own way.</em>She was rough on the outside, but generous, and so Koram was forced not to dislike her.<br/><br/>"The truth is my dear,"  he said to the bard,  "I am not very good at leading people.  I am humbled that I should make that impression upon you.  Though she is thorny about it, our dear conjurer is quite correct.  This is no military expedition.  It is an adventuring party, and none of you have signed up to be my inferiors.  For that matter, I have not signed up to be your superior."<br/><br/>He grinned at the two ladies before he walked towards the desk and sat atop it, leaning back on his palms.<br/><br/>"At any rate, my name is Koram.  I am decent with a sword, and I do not profess to be anything more."   He glanced at his own kit, and then smiled demurely at the elf.   "Oh, and I know that one can catch more bees with honey."