Posts by Oliver Queen

He grinned at the note, then turned to Elliot, since the note mentioned her by name. "It looks great on you," he agreed as he nodded.

Seeing Henry moving around and still tending to duties when he should've been resting was equally upsetting and encouraging. Upsetting that he wasn't giving the time he needed to himself to himself, but encouraging that he was looking at least somewhat better.

Oliver padded over beside Henry, and when he realized it was Riverclan, he frowned. Hadn't Riverclan declared them enemies? So why were they here?

Oliver padded over, tired and a little bit hung over from the night previous when he'd drunken heavily. Had it numbed the pain as he had hoped? Yes. Did he regret it today? Not as much as you'd think.

Despite the hammering in his head, he squinted and nodded. "If there are no ill feelings about it, of course you are welcome in house Stark," Winterfell was rather quiet as of late, between him and Jaelynn, since Usti rarely showed his face around.

This didn't sit well with Oliver at all. Ivylee sure had a lot of gall to show up like this. That, or she wasn't as smart as he'd thought she was.

"Are you serious? Untrustworthy? Like you? I heard that you were willing to drop us to enemies for Bloodclan. I wouldn't be so open to trusting you after your ease at betrayal the first time." It was harsh, to be sure, but Bloodclan had also recently declared a ceasefire on Windclan, so to get their paws dirty again only invited more trouble. Oliver was more focused on healing than he was warring.

Oliver was rather glad to see Mob back. "Hey, it's good to see you home," he said with a nod and a smile. But at Luke's question, his smile faded and was quickly replaced with concern.

He padded over, having eyed Kate from the air and then promptly landing to approach her on foot. Kate was probably the one Riverclanner he didn't mind seeing, mostly since she used to be of Windclan. And it sucked that their leader was a flip-flop when it came to allies, but he just wanted things to settle down so that all of them could finally catch a long-needed rest.

"Hey Kate, what've you got there?" he asked with a smile.

Like Dagda, Oliver had no preference for either. "You wanna attack first?" he asked as he glanced down at the otter.

Oliver stepped outside his bar, Verdant, to take a moment and get some fresh air. It was hard to continue business as usual, but his business partner, Paul, had been missing for a few days, which was equally concerning. All of his stuff was in his house, though, and there were no signs of a struggle.

Left with the task of running Verdant by himself, he was both glad and exhausted, since it kept him from having to deal with his grief. He missed Jae most of all, as he'd known the lion the longest of anyone here, except for maybe Ace. While he wasn't sure how good their friendship was, him and Jaehaerys had been airtight. He knew Fort hadn't done it, though, not because he was mourning about it, but because he knew Fort didn't have the stomach for murder. So who did that leave?

He glanced up as he rubbed his beak, and saw Ace talking to someone he didn't know. He wasn't in the mood to socialize at the moment, but found his paws moving towards them anyways, perhaps because he yearned for a familiar presence. He gave the leopard a tired smile, and merely said, "I'm Oliver." He wasn't as into titles as perhaps Ace was, but that didn't make him any less than a Warden.

Mob seemed okay enough when he answered, but Oliver still wasn't completely convinced. "Okay, well, if you are ever feeling anything more than that, my door's always open. In the meantime, did you want any food or water before you retire for the day?" Sometimes travelling, especially long distances, made the griffin hungry, so he wondered if Mob felt the same.

Oliver had been circling the skies when he spotted an unfamiliar hellhound below. So he tucked in his wings and dropped from the sky, letting the wind tug on his feathers and fur as he descended closer to the earth.

As soon as the treeline neared, he barrel rolled and spread his wings again, and slowly glided down to a landing zone. By the time he managed to pad over to the stranger, Elliot was already there, and Oliver had arrived just in time to hear him ask if Elliot was... some other name.

He frowned, having never heard that name before. "No, her name is Elliot, and I'm Oliver. What's your name?" Oliver wasn't being aggressive, he was moreso just confused and curious. Perhaps Elliot was someone more than whom he thought.

Well, it seemed that neither he, nor Vader, would be the most 'interesting' creature in Windclan anymore. Did Oliver mind? No, not at all. Perhaps others wouldn't stare so much, then.

"Well, I hope you two decide to stay. Welcome to Windclan, I'm Oliver. Do you require any food or water?" he asked as he padded over.

He'd seen the comet from afar, and when he realized that at the current trajectory, it would land in Windclan, he rushed over to make sure that no one got hurt from it. What he saw instead was almost inexplicable. Luckily, between Luke, Weed, and Atticus, surely they could all figure something out.

"Atticus, is there anything you can do?" he asked as he turned to the moose.

He grinned, elated for his friend, Ace. "Congrats, Ace," he called out. He knew that the Lannister was the longest-standing member of Westeros, although exactly how far back he went Oliver wasn't sure. That didn't take away from the fact that he considered them friends, and was therefore happy for his achievement.

He waited by the side of the road, waiting for Ace to meet him. It had been some time since they'd had a good chat, and with Jaehaerys gone, and Fortinbras acclimatizing to his new position, he'd sent out a message asking for Ace to meet him on the main road halfway between Winterfell and Casterly Rock, which ended up being just outside the Inn at the Crossroads. There, he waiting and watched as other travelers passed.

@ACE LANNISTER ?!

Indeed, Oliver's distance of late had been mostly due to Jaehaerys' passing, but it was not the only reason. His bar's co-owner, Paul, had gone missing, and on top of that he'd recently taken his archery back. He'd been practicing on-and-off back at Winterfell. He tried to tell himself that it was to hone his skill, but really, all he could think about was landing an arrow in Jaehaerys' killer's heart, or even Bill. Especially Bill. But then Bill's voice would taunt him, and he'd have to stop and take a break.

The griffin cracked a smile at the newly promoted Hand's approach. "Ace," he said warmly. "It really has been too long since I've just walked and talked. Any particular direction you're inclined to go to? I've no preference myself," he asked as he waved an arm at the four different paths they could take. The northern road led back to Winterfell, the eastern to the Eyrie, the south to King's Landing, and the west eventually back to Casterly Rock.

//tl;dr at the bottom

Oliver sucked in a breath as he rocked on his heels in his chalet. The conversation he'd just had was very present in his mind, and he wasn't quite sure just how -- or what -- to make of it. He knew that becoming deputy meant one day becoming leader, but he never thought it'd be this soon. All he could think about was that he wanted more time. No, he needed more time.

Of course he made plans. He had ideas, he had things that he wanted to do and accomplish, but he felt numb. His eyes flicked to the bow that rested against a chair. For a brief moment, he longed for the time when he was just 'that weird-looking archer'. His talons drummed on the floor; phantom movements of him pulling back a drawstring and releasing with the ease of hundreds of days of practice.

Confess.

He shook his head and got angry. If Bill kept getting into his head like this, under his skin, he'd never be as effective as he wanted to be. Screw him for messing with his life. Henry had told him to rise above it, and Oliver had every intention of doing so, even if it meant his death. With another huff, he nodded once, and galvanized himself into action. The griffin spun on his heels and headed over to the meeting place and cleared his throat.

"Windclanners gather." He waited for a few NPCs before he startred. "Henry and I have discussed, and he's decided to step down from his position as leader, and that I will step up in his place. I know not all of you like me, and that's okay. I just ask for a bit of patience as I settle in. Something Henry doesn't know, however, is that I hope that he stays and recovers, and perhaps if and when he is ready, to continue his duties as he had in the past as a medic.

"Now onto business, Pluto, I'm sorry, but you're demoted. I haven't seen you in a while, and I know medics are scarce, but that doesn't mean you can slack off." He thought that Pluto was a decent guy, so hopefully he'd pick up what had been dropped. If that happened, Oliver wouldn't be against promoting him again. "Now on a much lighter note, Luke, I'd like you to step up to Advisor. Come see me later for your specialty. Weed, I know you're still young, but I'd like you to step up to Guardian. Atticus, I'm not sure how you feel on it, but if you'd like, I would love to offer you back your position as medic. Elliot, you've been around for a while, so I'd like you to be an Honorguard, and finally, Vader, I know there is a ban on you holding any position in Windclan. However, due to your efforts to better yourself, I have seen much improvement and so I will be lifting that ban, and would like you to be a Honorguard as well." He wasn't sure what others would feel about that last one, but they needed to get some positions filled in. "Shoutouts to Melchoir, Amatus, and Nocturnal." If they kept it up, their futures looked bright.

"I don't care for a party in my name, however, I still would like gift baskets and news sent out to all our allies. Finally, effective immediately, Bloodclan and Shadowclan are no longer our allies. Any attacks on them will result in severe punishment. I will be going over to those clans to talk to the leaders myself. I know that there are many of who have been hurt by them in the past, and maybe recently, but as opposed to being bitter, I'm looking to move on from this. Just because we encounter a stumbling block does not mean we fall. However, that does not mean we are weak either. If they decide to attack us, it will be on them and they will be dealt with accordingly. This is a blank slate, everyone, so let's all start acting like it." There was indeed so much desperation lately, that perhaps it was driving away new blood. That was the first thing he wanted to tackle.

His eyes scanned around as he took a moment to catch his breath. His throat was pretty dry, but luckily he was almost done. "Any questions or concerns? Otherwise, I need some volunteers for the gift baskets."

TL;DR:
demotions: Pluto
Promotions:
text Luke > Advisor;
text Weed > Guardian;
text Atticus(, Henry?) > Medic;
text Vader, Elliot > Honorguard.
Shoutouts: Melchoir, Amatus, Nocturnal

Gift baskets + news need to be delivered to all allies
Bloodclan + Shadowclan are now NEUTRALS and any attacks on them will have consequences.

Newly made leader, Oliver was willing -- and had, in fact already -- fulfilled his promise he'd made back when he'd been deputy. Now it remained to be seen whether or not Shadowclan was as open as he had hoped that they'd be. His ties to Westeros he knew didn't make him invincible, but he hoped that it would help to be a bridge between the rift that had been created between them.

So he waited on the border, hoping Sango or maybe Finch would come to greet him.

He liked to think that Jackdaw and him were friends. He'd had a few encounters with him in the past, and they'd all been on good terms, so hopefully coming under the guise as the new Windclan leader made it no different. He'd let Shadowclan know of his plans, but hadn't let Jackdaw or Bloodclan in on it, seeing as how they'd been placed on a light truce since Irluuk's exiling. So there he stood, a stark green griffin on Bloodclan's borders, smelling more of Windclan than he did Westeros, but that was merely because he'd just come from the former.