<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>  Good Nature/Well Intentioned/Cold<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 33 <strong>AC:</strong> 17<br/></span><hr/><br/>The young half elf grinned from ear to ear at the thought of owning the longsword at his hip<em>forever</em>, and shook his head from side to side.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=51290.msg2400824#msg2400824">Quote from: The Tarrasque on 31-10-2009, 17:54:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Just don't let sentiment cost you yer life; I'm sure Aunt Mildred wouldn't want that.  Remember, yer first sword isn't something ya use yer whole career.  Ya gotta trade up eventually.  Sure, you can cherish that sword forever, but eventually it's an heirloom, not something ya stake yer life on.  Anyways, that's a decent suit fer now, an' a side arm's always a good call.  Mind, the beastlier cross has some real punch behind it, but it takes ya some time ta reload; time yer not gonna have in a scrap, so don't expect ta get a second shot.  Eighteen, seven, five if ya want it, but I gotta make sure it's an informed decision."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Good heavens, no," he said, smiling.   "Aunt Mildred is not the sort of woman that has a romantic idea of what adventuring is.  She knows that this is dangerous, and would prefer that I stay out of it."  Here, he looked at the cleric of Sune and winked.   "Dear Aunt Mildred was an adventurer once, you know."  Then, turning back to Senna.<br/><br/>"At present, I am quite satisfied with my armor and sword and should prefer to keep them.  I am quite certain that I shall either lose my sword or allow my armor to fall into disrepair, and fate shall be my sole motivation in scurrying to find a replacement.  Fortunately, I have an excellent judge of wares, so I do not wish to burn this bridge as of yet-- no matter how terrifying that other side is.  As for the crossbow, yes...  I figure that this is what I want.  Like I said, I am not much of a shootist.  If I am going to shoot, I am going to shoot once.  If I am in a situation that calls for me to shoot more than once, then I am going to shoot, find cover and reload, and shoot again.  Arrows are beastly things, do you not agree?"<br/><br/>He grinned and then hopped up to his feet.  The broad figure swept across the room until stopping beside Fallon.<br/><br/>"Madame," he said with good nature,  "I am in the business for shopping for an amiable little dog.  I have always wanted one, and now find myself in the best of positions to get one.  Would you like to take a stroll with me into the market?  I simply must insist that you accompany me."<br/><br/>Koram was due to surprise Fallon this evening, too.  Two women at once?  Why, it was difficult to find Koram with one woman in the first place.