<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/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=51290.msg2393415#msg2393415">Quote from: Odin on 29-10-2009, 06:01:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"I actually was supposed to go to the war, but they said they didn't need me. Which is kind of sad because I worked super hard to get out there on the front lines and all that,"</strong> Jo had a peculiar accent, it was sophisticated to a degree but there was something else. <strong>"What kind of commission was it you were taken from?"</strong></span></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The Marshal began to laugh at the question, but quickly stifled it.  Still faintly smiling, he said in his deep, mirthful voice:<br/><br/>"It was a beastly commission if I ever saw one, I assure you," he began.   "Certainly there was a great deal of fighting, but it felt like the fighting was the punctuation to great lengths of boredom.  We would march up a field, then down a field, then set up an encampment, then move back.  Oh, what a terrible waste of energy!  But the pay was good.  It is a pity that I lost that commission, and how I lost it indeed."<br/><br/>Koram chuckled at himself.<br/><br/>"I lost it in such an ill fashion that it's absurd.  Some woman, the daughter of one of my superiors, took a great liking to me.  I can't say that I took a great liking to her, but the father took it as a slight when I rejected her advances.  The very thought of marriage instills in me a sense of morbid panic, and to be the son-in-law to that skinflint?  Why, I should prefer to join the horde."<br/><br/>Koram waved his hand and leaned back against his chair, the perfect image of gallantry.  He folded his legs at the ankles and brought his hands back behind his head.<br/><br/>"It is a petty business, leading men, advancing them and then marching them off to their deaths.  But adventure!  Ah, that's always fresh."