[Fidelis Meridius]

The true warriors of Telath walked the lands with a different demeanor than the common man. The foot, when placed forward, did not fear wear the other would lead it. Nor did the man care of the fears life could possess every step of the way. No challenges, barriers, or blockades could stop the determination of a warrior. Such bearing shown through in the emeral eyes of the Jorelite as each step carried him further into the darkening.

Opposite of the light that moon provided the lands in the darkening, the Jorelite was garbed in the hues of darkness, For he was the darkness that gripped the lands. At one time, he was the scion of hate. No mortal that graced the empire was a conduit of such emotion as he was. It was a hate so intense that the fear brought citizens to there knees. He had publicly destroyed the lives of many, whether it was the Temple of Aslan, the Tournament of an Era ago, or most recently... the streets.

Once again the warrior had taken to the streets again, but this time he was a different man. He was cold, empty, expressionless as his onyx cape danced in a trail behind him; allowing strangers a glimpse of the masterfully crafted Ardentium Gladii or the various other armaments about him that permeated a an aura of fear... of danger.

As the Dark Knight continued through the streets, he could feel a certain "offness" about something. But he was not adept enough in the art of arcana to recongnize the illusion of one of Aelryia's greatest mages. Just as the two men crossed paths, Shei'yein revealed himself to his comrade from days past. An intriguing smirk flickered accross the Jorelite's countenance as he now had his back turned to the Undermage. Leaning on his back foot, Fidelis had yet to turn around as he was addressed.

"Then it would seem that the gods have forsaken such a man... But the prisoner lives..." Fidelis replied referring to the similarities between such a statement and his own life. Looking over his shoulder, the Wolf of Jorel turned his gait towards the mystic.

"I suppose I have, but such is the ways of the beast..." Fidelis acknowledged that his bounty was rather wide spread these days. "It has been a long time... Shei'yein." Fidelis stayed his questions for the time being. Surely the elf would divulge as much of his business with the master swordsman as he desired for felt necessary.