[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]Oberyn had sent a quick message to the squires of Dorne. It had been a while since he had last addressed them and he felt they weren't...getting enough 'love' as they should have gotten. The tiger waited in the shade of a grove of trees as he waited for them to gather.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]"Perhaps. MAybe we could invite allied young ones to Isi's community school and offer to educate them?" Oberyn suggested with a flick of his tail. That would definitely get some connections going, which he was happy to make.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]"Interesting. I hope you will continue to assume your duties here in Dorne as well?" Oberyn asked, raising a brow in question. He had not heard of Hogwarts yet, but he might as well go over there to check it out if Jupiter was intent on a relationship with them.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]"All is well. I would like to pick up your training formally. I know not all of you are under knights...These instructions will be for after the training I am conducting. Rascal, I would like you to request Lord Vaith to finish up your training as we help you find a place for House Lystander. Lord Vaith has plenty of experiences and is the right person to work under. Florence, I will take you as my personal squire. Isi, I would like you to train under Vendaval. He may be young, but he as a good mind," Oberyn announced. He raised a brow, as if asking for questions.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]Oberyn glanced over at Vendaval, remembering how enamored he was with the Baratheon girl. Death was hard to get over, but people moved on. At least...he did. He supposed that he could offer himself as a source of wisdom for these trying times, having lost Eurydice, along with other loved ones.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]SylvanClan was their newest ally and there were talks of some event between them. The Dornish prince approached the border quietly, his dark eyes scanning the surroundings. He knew how testy these Clanners were on what they considered to be their land and being their ally, Oberyn was content to respect these boundaries.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]"Gather, Dorne!" Oberyn called as he arrived. The tiger supposed today, he might as well wait for people to gather before giving out announcements. Mixing it up from week to week was good, no?
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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]Ah, the classic question. "I would think that SylvanClan might recognize an ally?" Oberyn murmured. He was expecting a warmer welcome of sorts (at least a 'welcome!), considering how Touketsu was happy to have Dorne as an ally. However, the rest of the Clan was not as open with that attitude as he was, it seemed. "My name is Prince Oberyn of Dorne. I wish to speak with your leader on certain matters."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]"My apologies, miss. I didn't mean to embarrass you," Oberyn remarked, upon seeing her blush. He hadn't exactly expected that reaction and chided himself for putting his words forward prior. He raised a brow at the concerning news and blinked slightly, gauging his next words carefully. "Would Touketsu be one of the vice-leaders? I do not mind having a conference with one or all of them."
However, as soon as he finished those words, someone who claimed to be the leader arrived? Prince Oberyn was rather confused at the moment and turned towards Bonfirehearts, raising a brow, unsure of what to say. He did not want to embarrass the girl again.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]"Ah, so you aren't missing at the moment," Oberyn murmured. He glanced over at Lastgoodbyes before his dark eyes went to Bonfirehearts. "I was under the impression that you weren't available, but seeing you are, I might as well say what I came here to say."
"Would SylvanClan be open to a member exchange of sorts? I will be happy to host an event for the member exchange and then have those chosen few go their ways to their groups for learning one anothers' cultures," the Prince stated.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]"I will handle the invitations myself at this matter. This is because I want you to be here in my stead, Vendaval," Oberyn explained. It was a test of sorts. How would Vendaval work in Dorne with all the power in his paws?
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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]{sad to see you go ;_;}
"Lord Vaith, understood. I wish you luck in your future endeavors," Oberyn murmured. He wondered why Crookedwindow was choosing to step down at this moment. Perhaps it was because he was afraid he might be targeted by the ones murdering prominent Dornish residents?
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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]"Vendaval is hereby promoted to Defender of Planky Town, Lord of the keep that is being built at the GReenblood's delta to protect it from future attacks," Oberyn announced first. He beamed down at the other Martell, a magnanimous smile on his features. "He will be establishing a cadet branch of House Martell there. As for other promotions, I would like to offer Rhymescheme a position on my council. Crookedwindow has stepped down from Lordship and council seat. As Cooper has not been seen in a while, I will be also demoting him."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]BloodClan and Tsubodai. Oberyn gritted his teeth. This was definitely a testy situation for him and he narrowed his eyes, his banded black and orange tail flicking from side to side as he gauged out his options. He did not want to provoke BloodClan, but he could not do anything when his people were being murdered. "Already here," Oberyn murmured as he approached. One of his sons. His flesh and blood, murdered by someone whom he would rather consider not his flesh and blood any longer. The tiger's claws unsheathed slightly and dug into the loose, sandy substrate in a quiet expression of rage.
"I will not have BloodClanners murdering my people any longer," Oberyn growled. Perhaps he would have to take a stab at the BloodClan war machine.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]He had only two members on his council really, if Rhymescheme accepted. Vendaval, he knew, would accept. The tiger rested inside the meeting hall, waiting for the possible two to gather.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]Oberyn beamed down at Vendaval before looking back over towards Rhymescheme. "Yes, of course. Do you mind if Vendaval is there, or would you prefer a one on one conversation?" the wildcat asked, raising a brow. He knew that Rhymescheme was more of a loner, but from what he had seen and heard of her in WindClan, she might just be the right type advising him.
{it will be in this thread if Rhy is okay with it -- http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2201828.0
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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]"Hello, Vendaval, Rhymescheme," Oberyn offered the two as they appeared. He supposed to save time, he would adress them both at the same time, hopefully with the same answer to both questions. "Yes, I'm convening the council to discuss the running of kingdom, an advisory committee of sorts. Nothing outside your own opinions and knowledge is required, really."
Then, with a tired smile, he added, "I'm also looking forward to hearing other thoughts outside of my own for once as well."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]"Thank you, Rhymescheme," Oberyn offered. "Now, I think our most pressing business is the issue of the errant murders. I have belief that a BloodClanner is committing them. On one hand, Dorne should go to war against them for their crimes, but on the other hand, we are much too small a group to anger something larger than us. In the case of war, Dorne will suffer great casualties."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]{ Flames#182833 : yeah I saw--I can have Oberyn mentor him for the last bit of time
Oberyn gave the three nods. "Very well. We shall start today off with some politics. Who are our allies?"
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Oberyn glanced over at Jochi, noting the fire in his words. From Oberyn's observations of his son, Jochi was prone to listening to his emotions first and foremost, instead of reason. In Oberyn's case, he had all of Dorne to think of, not just one individual act of revenge.
"Jochi, you will do no such thing until this issue has been discussed. We've had no qualms with BloodClan until now."
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