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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sylvar B." data-source="post: 7393699" data-attributes="member: 6855195">[ooc]Saemund walks apart from his friends, and mostly in silence.[/ooc]Having his spent his formative years in the Caravan he has never witnessed such depravity as the cannibalism of a child.  He is not sad for the child, only angered. He hopes that the child died quickly...He joined the Seekers to find adventure, and he has found it, but the image of the child on a spit like a pig has had an unprecedented effect on him, he finds that he has developed a dislike for unnecessary violence, where before we relished the idea of getting into a brawl, combat has lost its romance.~~What is the nature of life? It is quite fleeting isn't it? We are born, we live...to what purpose? Surely there is a reason for our existence other than to consume and procreate. People, regardless of race or creed are simply attempting to survive and create the best life for themselves and their loved ones. Who am I to deprive someone of that ability? Is it not in the interest of everyone to allow men to live the lives they see fit as long as it does not impede their ability to conduct their affairs as they believe they should, as long as it don't not hinder someone else of the same?~~His mind wanders back to the group's encounter with the Mhytre, and how he was able to use mental manipulation to induce fear in his foe causing him to flee. That particular incident ended without violence, the man was able to eventually return to his life, although some others were not so lucky. But surely there are some who must be put down for the good of everyone else. Those who wish to harm others, to cheat others, tyrants, those who keep ordinary people making the best of their life, but who makes that determination? Who decides what is evil and who is a tyrant? Would someone look at my actions and judge me a tyrant or murderer? Saemund removes his axe from its loop and handles it, he examines the wicked looking spike and the half moon blade. He turns it over in his hand...Such potential for destruction, the ability to take a life, does this axe give me more power than any man should wield? Such is a decision for every man to make I suppose. He looks at his friends, moving along with purpose, apparently not bothered by the wrong or right of the last several weeks. Their consciences apparently clear. This axe, such power...Saemund returns it to its loop. My axe is but a tool, by itself it is neutral, a tool for good or evil depending on who holds it. Saemund begins to form a set of rules for himself, to govern his use of the axe, of the ability to spare or take life.With the image of the woman whose throat he cut in apparent justice in mind, Saemund comes to several conclusions to appease his own conscience. I will begin every violent encounter with an attempt to turn my foe using Way so that their life is not taken by my hand, I will not deprive another person of life. My first action will be to incapacitate. If I must take a life it will be taken in self defense or in the defense of the defenseless, but my first point still stands. My conclusions are my own, and I will not attempt to hold another to them.   When he finally comes out of his introspection Saemund is in a much better mood. Although his wound still rankles him. He addresses the group... If no one objects I would like to add the sunstone to my collection. </blockquote>

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