[h3][color=1b003f]Solace Nocte[/color][/h3]
[u](date unknown)[/u]
"Do you ave anything to say for yourself, General?"
[color=1b003f]"I confess to all for which I stand accused."[/color]
"So be it. For the crimes of extortion, mass murder, and betrayal to the church and crown, you are hereby punished to death. By confession of guilt, you shall be removed of all properties, physical and otherwise, to be stripped of all titles, and buried in an unmarked grave."
[color=1b003f]"One last request, my lord?"[/color]
"What is it?"
[color=1b003f]"Leave my with my armour."[/color]
[u](one month ago)[/u]
A large man in ornate mail enters the town square, just as the market stalls open for the day. he stops at a flower vendor, purchasing a bundle of marigolds.
"Meeting a lady-friend?" the women asks cheerily, moving to hand him the blossoms, however she hesitates a moment when she notices the eery glow coming from beneath his helm
[color=1b003f]"Not exactly."[/color] the knight replies calmly, taking the flowers and replacing them in her hand with a small satchel of coins [color=1b003f]"Paying my respects."[/color] with that, he turns to leave, making his way to the settlements place of worship.

[u](today)[/u]
Not far from the band registraton office, in a small cemetery, stands a large heavily armoured man, positioned at the last grave in the last row, atop each headstone rests a marigold and a cluster of white bramble flowers, under his breath, he whispers, some sort of prayer
[color=1b003f][i]"-for my failure a thousand deaths, that those lives I have laid to waste may not be in vain"[/i][/color] he utters, bending down to pick up the weapon from his feet, slinging an enormous sword across his silver cloaked shoulders, with that, the strange knight departs the graveyard, walking steadily to the band offices
[i][color=1b003f]"Perhaps it has finally come to pass,"[/color][/i] the man muses to himself, entering the office courtyard.
[color=1b003f][i]"Where does forgiveness lie?"[/i][/color] Solace mutters beneath his breath, scanning the area [color=1b003f]"Do I lead, or shall I follow"[/color] he ponders, looking at the other prospective band members and leaders, observing them silently for a few moments. as he waits, the old soldier sees an eerily familiar symbol, the holy seal of Alberon, moments later he notices a man, young in the face, holding a sign above his head with the symbol for a band [color=1b003f][i]"And so he shall follow."[/i][/color] the man thinks to himself, hesitating only slightly as he enters what was once hallowed ground, before approaching the young blue eyed man.
[color=1b003f]"Excuse me, child, but are you perhaps recruiting members for a new band?"[/color] he says, voice booming over the excited masses [color=1b003f]"If so, I believe I can be of some use to you."[/color]