<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>  Awake<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 33 <strong>AC:</strong> 17<br/></span><hr/><br/>"To that, I must respectfully disagree.  However, I am not equipped with the mental faculties to successfully wage an intellectual duel with you, so I must submit before the war has even begun."<br/><br/>Koram grabbed his dog by its neck and shook him playfully.  Then he curled the dog unto his chest and reclined back against the cart, looking up at the sky.  He noted the movement of the sun, and smirked.  It was a beautiful day.  He slung an arm over the back of the cart and petted Sir Percy's furry brow.<br/><br/>"I suppose that it does pain me to recall that particular battle.  I do not carry regret very well, you must understand.  I always dream of it in sepia, and those golden days of my untainted youth seem so far away now that it could have happened a lifetime ago.  But it really did happen just two years ago.  Yes, two years, eight cycles, from whence the sun dips into cold and summer and back." Here, he sighed.<br/><br/>"I was in command of a small regiment of archers.  The regiment consisted of eighteen men, but three had died on the way to Zelberg.  So there were fifteen of us, including myself, of course.  I will not bore you with the maneuvers of the day, since they will likely escape you.  One must always be reminded that the layman is not familiar with flanks and shifts, volleys and assaults, etc. etc., even though I find them quite fascinating.  But I must say that we were fighting a battle against an enemy that when alive, fought valiantly, and were reassured that in death, they would do so again.  It is a sobering fact to know that you must kill a man twice.  At any rate, the battle had become one of attrition, whereby the commanders at the front used the archers to thin down the ranks in the back to lessen the burden."<br/><br/>"Of course I saw it happening.  I saw the whirling of the staffs, the deep, booming voices of the dark, arcane masters.  And I knew what was coming.  It appeared to me at first to be like a meteor, but instead, it was fiery death coming from above.  I bellowed to my men, disperse, but they could not hear me.  There was no noise amongst us.  We had been tricked by the dark arts.  We could utter nothing that could be heard, and it was just as well, because I watched my men burn, and watched them emote their terrible pain as their faces peeled off of their skulls.  I regret that day, though there is nothing for me to regret.  Like I said before, I do not like to lose.  I do not like to feel powerless.  And most of all, I despise being tricked by magic."<br/><br/>"But that was very long ago, and it does not burden my mind as much as it did."<br/><br/>Koram leaned back, closing his eyes, rebuking a recollection from that day.  He glanced at his gauntleted palm, as if it held something important, but then he closed his hand into a fist.