<div class="floatleft">(http://www2.strategyfirst.com/downloads/wallpapers/disciples3_elven_warrior_ART_640x480.jpg)</div><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>  Having Fun<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 33 <strong>AC:</strong> 17<br/></span><hr/><br/>"In the dead of winter?" cried Koram in response.   "Why, for goodness sakes, you're nuttier than you look."  He grinned furtively as he assisted dear Fallon in removing his pants, leaving him terribly exposed.  Koram had the figure of a swimmer, with a wide set of shoulders that led into a robust and wide pectoral chest, a firm and showy set of abs that bordered a long, long road down his torso to his pelvis.  A ropey muscle lay languidly in between his firm, round thighs, emerging from a furry patch of brown.  Unlike the woof elf, he was perfectly sable, almost albino, and his distinct flesh made a perfect dichotomy to her bronzened one.<br/><br/>And unlike Fallon's coppery tendrils that seemed to be everywhere, his golden locks remained in place behind his head.<br/><br/>The knight slowly engaged Fallon, emboldened by her forwardness, but never conceding a bit of uncertainty.  He wedged his own pelvis against hers, pulling her hips against him just so that he might feel her pelvic bone grind against his sleepy manhood.  His lips, which were curved in a smirk, slowly latched unto hers, parting them slightly so that his tongue might explore hers.  Koram closed his eyes as his large throat-crushing biceps curled tenderly around Fallon's head, cradling it, supporting it, embracing it.  Koram made soft sounds of satisfaction, which exponentially grew in decibel as his sex awakened and became hardened but malleable, and then simply hard.<br/><br/>Koram opened his eyes and glanced down at his waist, and then looked up at Fallon and said, with mirth in his eyes and mischief in his mouth:<br/><br/>"I am very drunk right now.  I may say or do things that I don't really mean."