Jeoram


Before you stands a towering figure, a bear of immense size. You realize at once that it must be one of that great race you've heard so much about. Jeoram Kathaun is a changeling, those mysterious shapeshifters of Thera. What he lacks in brawn, he makes up by using his wits. He is not one of those mindless warriors, that live on bloodlust alone. On the other hand, he does enjoy battling others, and because of the training he received in his youth, -- in the forest of Myth Drannor -- he is an awesome fighter. He stands with great strenght, and moves with a fluid grace. He wields a mighty sword in one hand, one made of moonlight, as far as you can tell. This attracts your attention even more, and you noticed the word 'DIGNITY' etched into the blade. It is obviously an ancient sword, and a treasured heirloom. In his other hand he wields a staff carved from the roots of an ancient oak tree. Closer inspection reveals silver hawks etched into the staff, and the word 'CUNNING' writ into the very wood. The staff, Jeoram carved himself, after defeating a hideous monster in the murky depths of the Myth Drannor forest, and because he defeated the hideous creature, not by brawn, but by cunning, he found it an apt name to call his staff. He is a fearsome fighter, and one not to be taken lightly. He has learned that friends are rare in this bloodthirsty world, and so he chooses them carefully. He keeps his friends close, but his ennemies even closer. So the unfortunates who happen to be his ennemies often feel his wrath. Jeoram Kathaun tips his hat to you and walks off into the setting sun. Here passes a legend...