For Whom The Bells Toll (Vlaer)

[Joker]

Silas walked down the narrow valley passage one of the many odd places he had found along his travels it was fairly well hidden at the beginnings of the trail.  Along the times he had used it sometimes he'd seen empire troops move through but they where halted by a mass force of marauders of unknown origin. Even though the empire was gone he didn't want the varden moving masses of troops through here only to lose them. That was the reason he was here there was a old fortress from the riders somewhere around here.


If I where going to have a army sized force that's where I'd be Silas thought to himself getting off the trail he heard rustling ahead swinging up on a pine tree he looked down great a patrol he thought. He counted about twelve men each very well geared glistering mail swords and shields the one at the front of them wore dark steel plate by the looks of it he was riding a horse. This might be a problem thought drawing his bow he nocked a arrow and aimed.    

[Aelodil]

Walking through the valley was a young man, little more than a boy. The boy had rough, uncombed, and messy jet black hair. He wore a ragged cloak which covered the hilt of the sword he had sheathed in its scabbard. His attire was shabby and plain; wearing a black shirt and gray trousers. This young man was Moratensis. He had just fled from Elves after ambushing a lone Elf and murdering him. He looked to the small parchment in his hands and ticked off another name. His eyes reflected the state of his soul: Poor and dull. He smiled, grimacing, as he said to himself, "That's another one of the murderers who killed you dead, father." through the blood that spilled out of the corner of his mouth. He grunted as he held tightly to the wound the Elf's friends had given him before he had managed to flee. Originally, it had been a wide enough wound that he would have bled out within a few moments, but he had gathered all the energy he could from himself and the plants around him to fix it relatively. He had lost his orb of power which he had been gathering energy in, ergo his weakened state as he stumbled through the valley.

He knew the Elves had given up their chase after him after he had absorbed the energy from one of their spell casters and sent it back towards the Elf in a beam of pure, solid, blistering heated light. The Elf he had redirected it to had opened his mouth and gave a silent scream as a huge hole was blown through his chest and he fell forward, face first into the solid earth, rock solid. But it seemed this was it for Moratensis. Because, as if his luck wasn't bad enough, he noticed a patrol of armed men. Other than that, his insatiable lust for magic energy had drawn his attention to the man crouched on one of the pine trees. Moratensis slowly descended into a sitting position behind a large tree, obscuring the armed men's vision of him. He unsheathed Hell-Reaver, careful to not make a sound as he sat there, praying upon prayers that he would make it out alive.

When you die, your world ends. The world may go on, but in your eyes, the world ends with you.

-Carpe Diem

[Joker]

Focusing on the arrow Silas used his deep reserves of energy the arrow started blurring and shimmering. He let the arrow fly as it was covering the distance it took on the colors of purple and black stopping the focus of energy the arrow looked like it burst. but in fact the arrow split into four including the one Silas had fired. Each arrow hitting a man in the chest leaving seven in total including the commander.

The marauders scattered to the tree line the captain continued on his horse prancing on his horse with his sword drawn. Pointing towards the tree line where Silas had shot from the 6 men left produced bow from what seemed like no where they shot at his position Silas jumped from the pine to some heavy vegetation about six meters from where he had been. Now I have to plan my tactics before I act.

[Aelodil]

Moratensis let out a deep breath of relief as he realized that not the men nor the lone man in the tree had noticed him. As he watched the action unfold with magic hungry eyes, he reached to the plants and small animals nearby, drawing on all their energies to help stitch his wound. It wouldn't stay long, probably wouldn't last after the battle was over, but it would have to be enough for now. He took a breath before leaving his hiding spot, stealthily advancing upon the remaining six adversaries. The leader of this bunch seemed to be a bit busy dealing with his frantic horse, so Moratensis dismissed him for now. As the men he sneaked up on drew bows and fired at the lone man who nimbly dodged into different cover. Moratensis didn't have time to waste as he quickly thrust his blade through the back of one of the men. While some people may have argued against felling an opponent from the back, Moratensis didn't care. He had lost those kind of morals long ago. His blade sapped the man's already dwindling energy, rushing into Moratensis.

Moratensis gasped as he felt the new found energy surging through him. The other five men turned towards him just in time to be met by a wall of black flames that engulfed them. Moratensis slowly and deliberately walked to each and every one of them, slitting their throats, letting Hell-Reaver's blade taste their blood so as to sap their life force's energy into himself. Finally, he turned to the last man, the captain. The man had finally managed to calm his horse, but as he turned to see all the six other men under his command and standing above them a lone figure who may have seemed as a boy with his cloak covering most of his specifics, as his face huddled behind the cloak. The leader lost his nerve and dismounted, rushing at Moratensis with a pitiful fear guiding him.

Spitting some blood as his wound began to reopen, Moratensis' black eyes flared with temperament. Nimbly, he dodged the larger man's first stroke. He felt his wound's gash open slightly wider but said nothing as he concentrated on the battle. After a few quick exchanged strokes and parries, the leader of the men decided to play what he thought was his ace in the hole. He revealed a grin as well as a ring with a gem embedded in it on his hand as he began unleashing magic at Moratensis. Moratensis stood still as the merc's fire blazed around him, not harming him, but rather being absorbed by him. Finally, with the last bits of energy in the merc depleted, Moratensis gave the man a cold smile that held no emotion. The merc was an Elf. Perhaps a rogue Elf, but he was an Elf nonetheless. Walking towards the Elf with newly found resolve, Moratensis took long and deliberate steps as the Elf retreated before his back hit the tree behind him. He tried for one last stroke with his sword, and that spelled his doom as Moratensis easily dodged the flimsy blade and slashed across the Elf's throat.

Silence throughout the valley as the commotion ended. Moratensis thought of the Elf whose lifeless body lay face down in the dirt in front of him. The Elf was young, he had not yet quite comprehended what it meant to kill. Although Moratensis was sure the Elf was older than he, he definitely was not of the same mind set. While Moratensis killed without remorse, especially when faced with an Elf, the Elf seemed to believe in mercy. Finally, the wound from earlier kicked in as Moratensis grunted and spat out a mouthful of blood. He quickly removed his cloak and shirt as he investigated the gash that spread from the lower left side of his abdomen, just above the hip, all the way up to his chest. Using the energy he had just feasted on from the Elf, he stitched it together and grunted as he lowered himself to grab his meager supplies. He fished out a large cloth bandage which he wrapped around the wound before pulling his shirt and cloak back on, knelt to grab Hell-Reaver, and turned to the man he still felt and said, "I'm not sure who or what you are, but I mean you no harm. My name is Moratensis, the humble son of a farmer. What brings you here, stranger?" his voice relatively gruff.

When you die, your world ends. The world may go on, but in your eyes, the world ends with you.

-Carpe Diem

[Joker]

Feeling the nature die around him die he knew there was some kind of magic wielder and by the feeling of it he was strong. Converting his eyes to his feral wolf eyes which where keener then his humans eyes magically enhancing them to where he could see heat signatures the lone Warrior. The mans blade passed through one of the archers back and a spray of light red heat sprayed from the mercs chest. Then the heat in the mercs body was sucked up into the Warriors sword the entire mercs body went gray as if he where frozen. The man let out a wall of flame that was a blazing Maroon meaning it had the heat of a dwarven furnace.

The leader of the troops had finally spotted Silas he looked back at his men who where already dead. Silas was mortally scared he had never felt this feeling he was frozen in his own body. Throwing his cloak around him he seemed to turn invisible the naked eye. Continuing to watch the leader he threw very pitiful swings The warrior parried without any problem but he looked hurt what could have hurt this man.

The Captain who now Silas could see was a elf well apparently the captain had been holding back the elf let out a burst of flames of a bright orange. The elf was dispatched after the burst of flames as if the magic had invigorated him Silas was awe struck. when the man called to him he stayed motionless.

[Aelodil]

Moratensis fell down to a half squatting position as the man remained hidden in the brush. He hadn't changed his position out of want, but rather out of need. He felt dizzy as his wound screamed in agony, sending flares of pain through his body. Deciding to sit down, he rest his back on the trunk of a tree and said, his voice now a husk, "You don't need to hide. I mean you no harm. I was just passing by." in the Ancient Language. Hopefully this man understood the Ancient Language and would realize Moratensis wasn't lying. He grimaced as he shifted positions and took off his cloak, revealing his face which easily distinguished him as just barely a young man. His long hair was still shabby and messy as it usually was. He sheathed Hell-Reaver and raised his palms up.

"Look, I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure with my sword sheathed and me being out of energy as I am, I couldn't harm you if I tried. Well, maybe I could try biting you, but you don't have to stand an inch away. In fact, I'd be grateful if you'd do just about anything but hiding there. The suspense is killing me," he said, only half-joking before continuing, "plus, I introduced myself. Common manners dictates that you should as well." Just as he finished his sentence, his eyes rolled back into his head as the shock of pain and the blood loss finally got to him after all this time. His head rolled forward, his chin resting on his chest as he blacked out. Huh, funny, were the last thoughts to cross his mind.

When you die, your world ends. The world may go on, but in your eyes, the world ends with you.

-Carpe Diem

[Joker]

Pulling down the cloth covering his face up to his eyes to give him more room to breath. Silas reached for one of his elven daggers and decided against it instead sticking four kunai knives up his sleeve he slid from his cover into the open seeing this young man maybe in his very early twenties in human years maybe younger. the kid looked shabby as if he had been on the road for most of his life which he might just have been. " Just traveling through ay looks more like your prowling by the looks of it you have a fetish for elves" Silas said nodding to the elf laying against the tree with his neck slit also speaking in the ancient language.   


"I'm no expert either but a man who claims to be a farmers son you can fight better then a elf more fluently not as gracefully though your filled with hatred that I can see." Extinguishing the magic he used to see heat signatures he then changed back to his human eyes. "well Moratensis my name is Silas son of a humble Ranger and common manners don't dictate that you stab men in the back now is it" Silas said half joking with Moratensis this child was dangerous no matter how young he would have to watch this one 

[Aelodil]

Coming back to, Moratensis saw the man come out of his hiding spot. The first thought that crossed his mind was that the man was unarmed. That was good. That meant he didn't plan on killing him. Moratensis raised his eyebrow at the man who had introduced himself as Silas and said, "Believe me. I am, more or less, just travelling. I have no home to return to after those cursed elves destroyed it and took my mother's life. Besides, that Elf had attacked me first. I'd rather someone who attacks me die over them killing me." his voice hardened over the years he had spent on the run, always fearful for his life. He went to stand up but was forced back into a seating position as his wound reopened itself, quickly covering his shirt and the ground around him with blood. He gave a hiss as the pain shot through his body once more.

Moratensis gave a small laugh. He looked at Silas, his charcoal eyes staring him deep in the face as he said, "Nor am I an expert. If it weren't for that Elf being naive and young, both in mind and body, I would not have been able to take him out as I am currently." shifting as he talked, emphasizing his wound before continuing, "If you're wondering why I'm filled with hatred, well, as I said; the Elves took my mothers life for no good reason. They destroyed that which I had called home. Of course I'd hate them." he paused for a moment before scuffing. "Common manners don't matter in a fight. In a fight, what matters is that you do not die." he said to Silas. He refused to tell him how or where he had received training, just in case.

When you die, your world ends. The world may go on, but in your eyes, the world ends with you.

-Carpe Diem

[Joker]

"More or less you don't Sound to sure yourself now do you. As for your mother I am sincerely sorry for that but you need not judge they entirety of a race on the action of a few if you don't believe me then maybe I should judge all the sons of farmers on this meeting hmm?"  not trying to sound cold it was true and Silas had the feeling deep down Moratensis knew deep down. Hoping the wound Moratensis had wasn't life threating he walked over. "Lift up your cloak and let me see that nasty little gash there. Well can you blame a child for stealing food when their hungry."


Nodding his head as Moratensis spoke why he had such hatred for a man at such a young age. "As I said don't judge a race by the actions of a few" Waiting for the young man to finish he said "Boy what are your morals I would like to know before we continue speaking that is my question to you may have one after you answer it to my satisfaction"  Working on Moratensis's wound while he waited for the answer.

[Aelodil]

Moratensis's eyes flared with betrayal. Not by anyone but betrayed his own self. He knew he shouldn't judge the entirety of elves based on that. But the way they had treated him when he had asked for them to hand over the murderers of his mother so he can judge them.. it all came back to him. He had walked all the way to their forest, waited weeks for an audience with the king, and when he explained it all to them, they had shunned him away. It wasn't as if he was asking for the lives of innocent elves. He was asking for the lives of the men who had killed his mother for no given reason. Despite that, they had shunned him away. It was like a slap across the face as far as he was concerned.

Surprised, Moratensis complied as he removed his cloak and set it to the side. He sighed in relief as he felt the magic slowly working on his wound. In most any other circumstance he would have stolen the magical power, but he knew he was far too weak to try pulling that off currently. "I normally wouldn't judge them. But when I asked them to hand me the murderers.. they outright shunned me away, and called me a murderer. That's what made me who I am today. Those are the morals I live based on. It's a dog eat dog world. There is no such thing as balance, no such thing as justice. Life isn't fair, and I learned that the hard way. Life gives you so much, but so easily abandons you." he said to Silas before taking a deep breath.

"My morals are few to nonexistent. I've only lived through the past few years by stealing what I can get my hands on. From food to shelter to water to magic and in some cases as you've noticed, lives. The few things I still own are my clothes, my sword, my mind, and my life. Just the same as the world will not be hospitable to me, nor will I be hospitable to the world." he said as he relived his early years. He stared at Silas, his eyes looking the Ranger up and down before asking, "Pardon me, but what exactly is a Ranger? I've never heard of the race for reasons you could probably guess."

When you die, your world ends. The world may go on, but in your eyes, the world ends with you.

-Carpe Diem

[Joker]

Seeing that he had sparked something in Moratensis something that should not have been. Silas thought back to his own family he hadn't seen them in about one hundred and seventy years that was so long ago though he thought. They where most likely dead yes they where his relatives but there was no love no compassion. Even between his own parents there was no love the only thing that bonded them was the mutual want to survive and continue the existence of the race. This sparked an interest in Silas had Moratensis been loved by his mother had she loved him. Love such a foreign word to Silas it felt odd swirling around in his head.

As Silas worked on the wound stitching the tendons and some of the deeper arteries and even a few nerves but he waited to fix those till last nerves where a tricky business one wrong move and his side could be paralyzed. Looking up at Moratensis Silas saw something that he hadn't seen in a while was Moratensis shock or surprised. Shocked that Moratensis was still conscious usually with this bad of a wound he had seen people die within hours of being inflicted with it. Silas chuckled when Moratensis spoke of a dog eat dog world if only you knew he thought. "Well sometime when you receive a shit hand you have to throw it right back at the dealer. Well rangers are like shapeshifers except more intone with nature and we can only take on a wolf form"

[Aelodil]

Moratensis' stiff body relaxed a little as Silas progressed in the process of healing his wound. He could feel the tissue mend itself, the tendons stitching together. He did feel slight pain from the procedure, but he didn't say anything. He was already grateful enough that Silas had decided to heal his wound. He could tell it was complicated procedure. After all, he knew what kind of damage had been dealt to him. He could tell by Silas' expression how surprised he was that Moratensis was still up and running. He gave a playful grin. "I didn't spend five years in training and another three living without anyone to care for me for nothing. The main thing I gained from it all was endurance. Both mental and physical." he said to Silas through his gritted teeth.

Moratensis shook his head when Silas spoke. It wasn't just a shit hand, it was just about every hand he had been dealt. "It's not just one terrible hand that I've been dealt. Plus, the dealer is not visible and is completely against you save a few hands which have been decent." he told Silas. He nodded in appreciation for the brief and simple explanation of his race. Some people would proceed to give him an entire huge lecture telling him about every little small detail. He shifted a little and took a breath before he asked, "What is it that drove you to heal me? Don't get me wrong, I appreciate it. But then again, you just barely know me. Why are you doing this?" his voice itched with suspicion. He wasn't used to being treated with kindness, after all.

When you die, your world ends. The world may go on, but in your eyes, the world ends with you.

-Carpe Diem

[Joker]

Silas was a little worried that Moratensis would tense and make his own job ten times harder. Fixing any type of deep tissue wound was a difficult job but working with tense muscle was worse he could make the muscle to tense and it wouldn't relax right. Looking up at Moratensis he gave a silent nod of admiration to the young boy." Well apparently eight years did little for this wound the endurance I can see though" Silas smirked. Where did he train though who would harbor this young boy and train him perhaps Silas could help Moratensis with his anger and help him deal with the elves he wanted so bad. Perhaps not kill them but at least have them answer for their actions.

Silas saw Moratensis thinking on something to saw and nodded his head." Well maybe revenge isn't your game maybe it's time to try another. Also your wrong about the dealer you see him every time you see your self. You are the dealer of your own destiny for example you think your life is fucked up what cards do you get your smart I can tell and no matter who and what you are you can always have a ace up your sleeve you just have to know how to use it."Hopefully Moratensis understood what Silas was trying to tell him this was all odd for him as it was for Moratensis.

"you ask me a question that I honestly don't even know myself why I am is a mystery to me as well. Maybe it's because you remind me of myself when I was young. You think your trying to prove yourself to the world but trust me I tried your only trying to prove to yourself that your strong enough to be here." Moratensis might take it the wrong way but if he did Silas still hadn't connected the nerves.

[Aelodil]

Moratensis grinned weakly at Silas. Eight years didn't do anything to prevent the wound, sure, but it sure as hell did help lower the shock. He was sure that if it weren't for all that training he had, whether intentional or not, he most probably would have been in shock by now. He talked through gritted teeth though he relaxed his muscles, "Well, at least those eight years had stopped it from being anything worse. That, plus it kept me from entering shock almost instantly. I'm pretty sure that anyone who had been any lighter than I would have most probably gone into shock long ago." his voice a strained husk. Though he could feel the wound stitching and the blood streaming out of his body stop, he still felt light headed from all that blood loss. Plus, the stitching wasn't exactly completely painless. But he wasn't in a situation to complain about being healed for no cost or strings attached to it.

Moratensis looked at Silas, confused. He pondered the thought. He realized, sure, sometimes he dealt his own cards. Maybe not the entire hand, but he did deal the ace. The price for that ace, though. The threshold of that price, was he willing to cross it? Was he willing to sacrifice something as precious to him as his mother again? He shook his head. He was a man with nothing to lose as it were. He would play this suicidal card game of death with life. "True. Back then, I never would have thought like that. I had too many people dear to me whom I'd sooner die than see die. Now, though, I have nothing to hold me back. I'll play Chicken with life. And I'll win. Over and over, as many times as needed." he said to Silas, a gleam of determination in his eyes.

Moratensis gave out a slight "tch" to Silas' final response. He felt disgusted listening to them. Not because he was wrong, but rather because he was spot on. He grabbed his cloak and wrapped his head with it as he averted his eyes. Silas was powerful, but more important than that, he was wise. If not to other people, then very much so to Moratensis. He didn't say anything further. He had no argument. Silas' words were completely true.

When you die, your world ends. The world may go on, but in your eyes, the world ends with you.

-Carpe Diem

[DarkWolf4000]

Kaen leapt down from his branch, landing silently behind the two. He had heard enough to know that they weren't going to hurt him just yet. Upon landing, he muttered 'Letta', ending the spell of keeping his mind hidden. Kaen's gold specked eyes ran over the two before giving a friendly greeting. "Greetings, friends. Always a pleasure to see a fellow Ranger", nodding to Silas. Kaen smiled apologetically at their surprise "sorry for scaring you. It was not my intention. I have been tracking the soldiers since they set off in hopes to have someone slay them and allow me to join them in their quest or adventure. Life with no aim proves to be extremely boring . I tried facing every warrior of note but my reputation always beat me to their ears and they declined as soon as they heard of who I am. So will either of you allow me to accompany you on your travels?"

[Joker]

( Can I believe my eyes Moratensis speechless and Silas wise what has gone wrong with the world    and sorry for being late. )

"Well I can't argue with you on that one Moratensis anyone lesser would have been beyond shock most likely in a coma if not brain dead" Finally the blood was done clotting the external damage was entirely gone the only thing left was a few shimmers of silver. Silas saw in Moratensis body language that he might not be able to take this much longer he would have to wrap this up quickly. Lowering his hands he grabbed his bag and took out a cylinder of wood covered in leather. Silas stuck it in the pocket next to his thigh.

Hopefully Silas hadn't lost Moratensis he saw the confused look that he gave him. Silas pondered what he had said it was the truth he knew maybe Moratensis hadn't figured it out yet well if this partnership if that was what it could turn into. Perhaps he would have to show him how to Silas knew Moratensis was smart enough to figure it out with a little help. " So your saying you are willing to risk your own life just because you don't have anything to live for? You do realize you carry on your families name right your mother and father are channeled through you. You are all that is left of them in the world and your willing to risk that to play chicken?"

This boy needed to learn the values of life but he had to many negatives in his few years on this earth. Silas let out a little chuckle at Moratensis when he "tch" him great you just proved that your more like me Silas thought. Grabbing his kunai knives from his when he heard the stranger land on the ground he aimed them at him ready to defend himself or attack at a moments notice. Seeing the mans features he knew immediately he was a ranger and he put his knives down. "hello your self stranger" keeping quiet waiting for Moratensis to answer the stranger.

[Aelodil]

Moratensis raised an eyebrow at Silas. He nodded, mostly to himself than Silas. In a coma indeed, or, like Silas pointed out, brain dead. Moratensis felt the magic play on his body and he hissed, though he didn't move or stiffen his body. While it was great that Silas was helping him, he had to admit it hurt. Making sure his cloak kept his face hidden was Moratensis' way of just trying to avoid the situation. He realized, finally, that there were people like Silas out there in the world. If only he'd gotten to me earlier.. he thought to himself, sighing.

With a strange choking sound, Moratensis looked Silas square in the face. "What was that? Really? Do you honestly believe that? I'm not sure if I've not made it clear yet, but I'm no body. Quite literally. My mother died when I was born so she was spared the shun, but my father was shunned by everyone for having a 'freak' as a son and now you're saying that that 'freak' should carry on his father's legacy?" he paused for a moment to take a breath before continuing, "My life and everything that I still own mean nothing to me more than tools to play Chicken with life. I understand it sounds dark, but really, what am I to do? I've no where to return to for home, I've no family, and I've no stable source of money to get my own food."

The man dropping out of nowhere hadn't startled Moratensis. For one, he was already on high alert from the adrenaline in his system, for two, he was used to expecting someone to sneak up on him. What he wasn't used to was a man like this. He had the same magic reading as Silas, and Silas' semi-friendly greeting seemed to confirm his suspicion that this man was a Ranger. He nodded towards the stranger, giving him as polite a gesture as he could and said, "Good day to you, stranger." he didn't want to say anything further. He'd prefer Silas deal with this.

When you die, your world ends. The world may go on, but in your eyes, the world ends with you.

-Carpe Diem

[DarkWolf4000]

The corners of Kaen's mouth curved upwards into a bemused smile. He had been in the same boat after he finally killed the spartans who sold his parents into slavery. At first, he wanted to fight every warrior of note but that went down the drain after his reputation spread across the land.
Now, he had no aim anymore. He would kill spartans or follow soldiers until they were killed by either haters or they disbanded. He offered to travel with anyone and some had been happy to have a companion but most declined and Kaen was forced to repeat the process. Im his travels, he had explored most of Alagaesia but still without an aim.
"Sorry but I couldnt help but overhear your conversation. I am very much like you, Moratensis. I dont have an aim but to kill my tribe's killers however, you have to stop blaming entire races for the actions of a few. Despite the fact that you are clouded by your emotions, I would like to join you in your quest for more energy. I won't slow you down and will try to help you in any way you want."
Kaen put a hand on Moratensis' shoulder and give a surge of energy, smiling as he watched Moratensis relax slightly.

[Joker]

Silas knew this would happen with Moratensis that was why he had been trying to get around this but for Moratensis to get over this he needed a lot of tough love. Silas shot Moratensis a glance saying we will talk about this later thinking to himself Silas tried to ponder over what Moratensis had said everyone had a reason for being here but Silas knew Moratensis was special he just couldn't get through that layer of obsidian that covered his emotions Silas shook his head thinking he was stupid for trying to help what good was help if it wasn't taken to heart.

Silas lost himself at Moratensis he didn't care that the other ranger was there he yelled "WELL I'M SO SORRY THAT YOU LOST YOUR FAMILY WHY DON'T YOU STOP SNIVELLING OVER SPILT MILK AND TAKE SOME RESPONSIBILITY CHILDREN HAVE LOST THEIR ENTIRE LIVELY HOOD OVER THIS WAR YOU ATLEAST CAN CHANGE IT BE A DAMN SELLSWORD GO JOIN SOME MARUDERS FOR ALL I CARE GO RUIN SOME MORE PEOPLES LIVES SO YOU CAN FEEL "BETTER" GOD DAMNIT MORATENSIS" Silas took a deep breathe to calm himself and he sent the last needed surge of magic into Moratensis.

"There you should be fine as long as you can keep from getting cut again you'll be fine" Silas rose up to his full height and went to sit by a pine to cool of exerting that much magic left him exhausted he felt bad about yelling but it was true "Pardon my manners but what is your name Ranger and you can join me if you want I was on my way to take out the marauders camp to wipe them out"

[Aelodil]

Moratensis didn't visibly relax at the extra magic flowed to him by Kaen. Though he did appreciate the notion on the Rangers' part. He sighed, giving a satisfied sound. Watching Silas, Moratensis was confused at the glance shot at him. Finally, when Silas yelled at him, Moratensis stayed quiet for a little bit, the forest entering complete silence for once. Relenting, he realized Silas was right. He was crying over spilled milk. No matter what he may do, his family was dead and gone. There was no use brooding over it. That waking call from Silas. That tough love, that was what Moratensis needed.

Further sagging in relief as his wound was finally completely healed, he stood, bringing himself to his full height. Which, considering the people around him wasn't much. He let his cloak drape around him. Turning to the stranger, he bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for the energy." turning to Silas, his face showed finally the emotion stuck there. The anger and rage was gone, replaced with a cold grim determination. He wouldn't waste his life anymore. Silas was right.

Bowing deep towards Silas, Moratensis spoke, "I'm sorry Silas and I thank you. That was just the kind of waking call I needed. You're right, there's no use crying over spilled milk. What's done is done and nothing I do will change that. Rather, more importantly I should work for the future. I don't think I'll become a marauder," he paused before continuing, "the few morals I have would stop me from that. Rather, I'll probably join the armed forces of one of the Provinces. I'll work to conserve the peace, to make sure that no one else stoops as pitiful a level as I had." his voice wasn't exactly choking with emotion, but rather it was a cold hard determination along with gratitude. He owed Silas for healing his wound and opening his god damn stubborn eyes.

When you die, your world ends. The world may go on, but in your eyes, the world ends with you.

-Carpe Diem