Silas screamed in utter agony. His leg, or, more specifically, his stump, was in pain. He could feel the blood rushing from his body. It was absolutely and completely the worst pain he had ever been in. And to think it was caused by these...these...freaks. This wolf-man and this deer-woman. These ...

Silas didn’t give two flying fucks about his arm at this point. He wanted to get out of this madhouse shifter-sandwich. He bellowed a loud, wordless roar from his chest and used all of his strength, which was quite considerable, as he had spent years training to be a Guard, to push up at Kibe and ...

Silas felt a hand upon his shoulder, and it surprised him momentarily. The strangely spoken words also threw him off. That was the only reason he did not have time to impale the man now running at him. He threw up his shield again, but this time he didn't set his feet as well. The mass of muscle ...

Silas slid his feet further apart and held up his shield to defend against the leap made by the wolf. Normally, he would have side-stepped and attacked from the side, but he knew he must protect the woman behind him. His life was forfeit in comparison to the life of a citizen.

The wolf crashed into ...

So there Silas was. Standing in between two of what most be the most dangerous creatures in the whole of the Forest. But, more dangerous than the wolf's teeth, was the deception of the creature behind him. The unknown danger, no matter the magnitude, is the worst thing in the world.

The sounds ...

The tip of Silas's sword wavered as he saw the striking woman round the corner. But, to equalize one tip falling, another, lower tip, raised itself in response. He averted his eyes and cursed softly to himself.

"For Teodinus's Sake, woman! Clothe yourself!" He said, and then all of the sudden, he ...

Silas had just made a turn on the path, and rounded a thick area of trees when he heard the footsteps behind him and drew Morte in a single motion. The blade shimmered blue and he spun on his heels and started backwards. He spun Morte in his hand to get a feel for the weight again.

“In the name of ...

Silas stood up once he had finished his lunch. He stretched his muscles, and heard his bones pop. His hand fell to Morte and he tested the play in his sword belt. It seemed fine, so he started back on the path through the woods. His eyes caught movement off to his left, so, with the skills he had ...

Silas's stomach grumbled in protest. He had been walking for over an hour now, and if he didn't see any signs of disappearances soon, he'd have to start bushwhacking and looking for the clues. Silas decided it was time for a meal. He found a small clearing next to the river and sat down. He filled ...

Silas secured Morte on his belt. His hand fell absentmindedly to it's hilt and he held it there for a long moment before grabbing his messenger bag and throwing it over his shoulder, before he left his home, and began to make his way through the streets of Marn, every now and again waving to the ...

Name: Silas Mirkyr


Age: 33


Height: 5'7”


Weight: 170 lbs.


Race: Human


Physical Description: Silas is not a large man by any means, but he is in great physical condition. Long time in the sun has tanned his skin. He keeps his dark hair cropped short, though gray has begun to spread from his ...