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POSTED: Thu Aug 02, 2018 11:43 pm

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Try as he might, Solace never found the woman that Brocade was looking for. Their short walk into the woods near the man's cabin didn't turn up anything and the boy's own lone ventures proved fruitless. He didn't think little of Brocade, but rather of this mysterious woman. Who would up a leave someone they cared about without a word? No goodbye, no "go to hell." Nothing.

Well, Solace did just that to Julius, someone he considered a dear friend. But that was different, he reasoned, because Julius knew where he was and could come after him if he wanted. But from what he heard, this woman vanished like mist in the morning; it was without explanation. It didn't stop Solace from searching for her as he familiarized himself with Salsola, but it made his lack of findings unsurprising.

He never brought it up with Brocade. Like promised, the boy began to patrol with the scarred man along the river and woods. Brocade was a Guardian now, which deeply impressed Solace, and it gave the D'Angelo things to speak about other than his misadventures.

He also kept the man preoccupied with his incessant speech, surely, and even now Solace babbled like the river they walked along. They were patrolling the length of the Pictou and the morning was already starting to edge towards the early afternoon. It felt cooler to walk next to the running water and it only encouraged Solace to ramble.

"I think I'll wait a while 'til I train with a sword," he said decidedly, playing with the tip of his dagger between his finger-tips as he walked. It was a gift from his grandfather, and after that day he suddenly became more interested in employing smaller blades. "I want to build up my muscles first, and learn it properly after I get the fundamentals down. It'll be easier that way. Right?"

Solace glanced up at the Guardian, waiting for his approval.

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POSTED: Sat Aug 04, 2018 1:53 am

He had left Symre with a stern warning, and a silent exchange with Adelia. The cat had mewed and settled herself in the window sill, tucking her tiny feet beneath a thick pouf of chest hair. Symre had proven to be a useless partner in all things soldier-like (as she liked to call it) and instead busied herself with sketching and drawing on scraps of parchment that Brocade had collected for her. She didn't ask questions about the womanly scent that occasionally wafted from his bed, or the way he sometimes vacantly stared off into the wood... but each day he could feel his chest loosening, the strange sense of loss a tiny bit less.

She was gone and there was nothing to be done.

There were other newcomers that deserved his attention. Solace was a strong boy with a quick tongue – he was eager to learn and seemed intent to better himself in the eyes of The Kingdom. Brocade showed him as much as he could, leading him through the forests and explaining the edges of their border – and each time he saw the boy, he thought that he had grown.

They patrolled together now, and Brocade flicked a lazy ear towards the boy each time he spoke.

The Guardian nodded his head, ”Yes, a good plan.” The little dagger in the boys hands reminded him of the one that Dirge had given him all that time ago, and he couldn’t help the twitching smile that crept across his scarred lips. ”When I was a young boy my father gave me a dagger just like that, hoping that I would grow up to become a Mercenary.” The grin grew wider as he stamped the butt of his spear against the path they walked, ”He was right to give it to me.”

His tail wagged as they continued through the trees, ”Have you practiced with it?”

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POSTED: Wed Aug 08, 2018 5:39 pm

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Solace took in what Brocade told him, how his father had done the same as Solace's grandfather had. He doubted Loki wanted to steer him in any direction, the gift just one of many that was showered onto him, but it was one that the boy took the most liking to. Solace reflected his grin and seemed please to hear that it had done him well. If it was how the man started, then he would too would rise to the Shield Faction by following the same path.

That's what he thought, anyway, in all his youthful grandeur.

"I've practiced some," he said, looking back down at the dagger and rubbing his thumb over the runes etched into the hilt. "The Director is teaching me how to use it properly, but I try to practice on my own too." It would be too generous to say he was anything other than a novice, and Solace avoided mentioning his exact skill level. It was in the works; his reflexes were something innate and natural, but to hone them took time. Time that Solace had no patience for.

He took the hilt into the palm of his hand and darted forward, slashing at an invisible enemy. "Idrieus showed me that," he explained as he bounced back to Brocade, a quirky grin on his face. "She almost ruined my shirt with it, but it has its worth. I bet it could take down someone as big as you!"

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POSTED: Sun Aug 12, 2018 2:38 am

The green-eyed D’Angelo was eager to learn. It was something that Brocade had noticed from the first moment that he had met the boy – and he found that even now as they walked, he was twisting and turning the blade in his hands to work with it, to test its weight. ”Good.” He said when the boy explained that he had been practicing, ”It is important to build the discipline while you are young.”

Brocade couldn’t help the sound in his throat at the boys next words, ”The Director helped you?” He scoffed quietly, ”I did not know that the position had been filled.” The scars on his lips twitched as he looked down at the young boy – but as he heard the womans name he nodded sagely. ”Idrieus is well trained. Devout.” He remembered their time scouting together and how she had told him her distrust for men during the Inferni war.

He watched as Solace darted forward, stabbing the dagger before him as if there was an invisible foe beginning his attack. Brocade assessed the placement of the boys feet and nodded his head, ”Its good work, she taught you well.” He couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled through his jaws, ”But you think that could take me down?” He resisted the urge to ruffle the boys hair - it was a feeling that washed over him suddenly and had his fingers twitching, "I think there are more moves that you should learn before attempting such a thing."

The path wound further still and the duo found themselves in an ambling clearing.

He grinned, "Did she teach you to throw a punch?"

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POSTED: Thu Aug 16, 2018 9:56 am

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-is a dumbdumb-

When Brocade made a noise at the mention of the Director position, Solace looked at him with a face of confusion, dark brows drawn together in a furrow. How could he not know this? Especially when he knew Idrieus—

Oh, wait. He reflected on it for a few moments in careful thought (a dangerous thing for Solace to do) and suddenly a sheepish smile blossomed on his lips. "Sorry, I meant the Paladin," he corrected himself, trying not to let the embarrassment touch him too much. Perhaps it was due to the fact he wasn't raised in Salsola Proper, and raised by two mothers that didn't include the Shield tier too often in their talks about the Thistle Kingdom. Much of what he knew, the titles and descriptions, were things he learned on his own.

Even he, as much as he professed that he would be part of the Shield Faction one day, wasn't perfect.

He was eager to forget his faux pas (in front of the new Guardian, no less—no, he mustn't dwell on it) and focused his attention back on his dagger. When Brocade voiced his doubts about whether he could actually take him down, he clarified, "I said someone as big as you, and not half as trained. Of course, I'm not gonna throw myself at the Guardian!" And he grinned. "Not yet, anyway," he promised.

Solace gave a pause when asked if Idrieus taught him about punching, and he gave a shake of his head that made his ears flop. "Nah—I mostly want to learn the dagger right now." He gave Brocade another curious look. "Why ask?"

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POSTED: Sat Aug 18, 2018 10:48 pm

There were so many things to learn when one joined the ranks of Salsola. There were families, names, ranks, and traditions – all so multi faceted and nuanced that it was difficult to understand when one was not born there. Brocade had joined in adulthood and taken months following his sister about and learning everything he could before joining the ranks of the noble and attempting to add power to his name. Little Solace d’Angelo was of a noble house, and so was afforded a certain amount of respect based on name alone.

Brocade hoped that one day his own children would be treated the same way.

He would guide them and teach them, ensure that they did not play the game until they were truly ready. Hyacinth had been smart to allow her children time to grow away from this place, but now that they were here he wondered how they would weave their way into the tapestry that made up the greater Family. With Etoiles disappearance he had been slow to consider his future – but day by day he realized that eventually he would not be able to do it alone.

He grunted, ”Ah, so she is still Paladin.” He glanced at the boy, ”There are many things to learn in Salsola proper – it is alright to get the terms confused.”

One day there would be no confusion because he would be The Director. He could see it, could feel the title like a crown atop his head. To Brocade the title would bring with it a wife, a future, a family - it would bring with it love and a healed heart. He would become Sotto Cappo - and mean something to the thistle kingdom besides a stoic man who had served in one too many wars.

He continued with a soft sound, ”I joined Salsola well into my adulthood with my sisters. It took me months and months to learn all of the traditions and names. You are lucky that you were born within – with the name of a noble house and a noble blood line.” He chuckled, ”Before all of this I was an Outsider. Now I would die for this kingdom and the people in it.”

He resisted the urge to pat the boys shoulder and instead smiled toothily instead, ”You have ambition behind your name and it is what will push you ahead of your peers.”

Symre did not have ambition. Every day she spun up some new dream; how she was going to be like her mother and become an expert archer, or how she would join the coven and spin new spells. Brocade had tried to guide her away from the strange magicks of this place, but still she wandered in the forest and explained that she saw things there – great ethereal things that could only be figments of a childs imagination.

He wasn’t so sure – but he knew that he did not want her as a part of The Shield Faction.

She would be useless – a liability.

Unlike Solace.

He chuckled roughly, ”And you are smart to not throw yourself at me – Though one day if you keep up with your training I am sure that you could.”

”When I began working with Krios we started with the basics. Where to put your feet, how to throw your weight. I took him and Jacquard out to the training Arena and allowed him to throw some punches. Later we began work on his archery skills.” He shrugged, ”You should try! See what you can do.” He cocked his head, ”Without the blade.”

The trees siphoned off, disappearing so that they stood in an area of short cropped grass. Brocade trotted ahead and sniffed sharply, using his foot to draw a line between them.

”We’ve got time – there’s nothing on the path.” He gestured with his hands, ”Come at me bro,” He grinned, dropping into a crouch, ”Lets see what you can do. No blades.” He tugged the ties loose on his tunic so that it hung open to expose his scarred chest, his hands held up so that the boy could thump his fists against them. ”Ball up your hands, not too tight – and see how quickly you can throw your punches.”

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