Posts by SETHOS ULLER

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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]"Lord Lannister," Sethos offered in a greeting as he approached. This would be his second visit to Casterly Rock--it was a very nice place. There was some envy, considering that Casterly Rock was so much more impressive than Hellholt, but Sethos did not say anything. There were always people who had better things than him--he got used to it.
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]It was an understatement to say that he was proud of Daresso. Doing so well for himself, getting a Wardenship, and Lord Commander title...

The shaytanin approached the scene and dipped his head, signaling that he was willing to come along with the raid, too. It had been a while since he had last attended a battle.
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]Rotten? There was a twitch of the ear at her remark and he tilted his head slightly, as if surprised by the accusation. He had looked through the fruits himself--there was not a blemish on them. Or perhaps--perhaps she was just joking? Sethos regarded Finch for two seconds before he glanced over the fruits again.

"I assure you, Lady Finch, that they are not rotten. The oranges are best picked when they are very ripe. They are the sweetest then," Lord Uller explained. In fact, a week after today, these same fruits, if not picked, would be dropping off of the boughs and hitting the dirt. He remembered heading to the Water Gardens before in his youth and the oranges there were so plenty during this time of the year that they could not possibly eat all of it; instead, the fruits fell and splattered on the marble tiles of the floor and the air was always heady with the scent of citrus.

Picking up one of the fruits, the shaytanin pierced it with a claw before offering it towards Finch, a smirk on his features. "Try, my lady. I assure you that they are sweeter than any other orange you've tried before." Juice welled up from the hole through its skin, delectable and glistening in the sun.
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]Mhmmm, Fortinbras seemed to outdo himself each time he held a celebration. Lord Lynderly seemed to enjoy throwing banquets of the sort--even after winter, too. The Shaytanin thanked a servant as he was led into the main room before he turned his attention towards the spread. He did a good job, even without his wife. Lord Uller smirked slightly as he remembered Lady Lynderly. It was a pity that she was gone though--she was a much better sight to see that Fortinbras.

"Lord Lynderly, thank you for the invitation," the Dornish lord called towards the canine as he approached, looking as happy as could be.

// drunk fortinbras and sethos fight fight fight
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]The proposal was good with him, so he just gave a small affirmative nod. It would be interesting to see the WindClanners and Riverclanners' reactions to this...

He glanced up again as he heard his name being called with that of his son's too. Sethos glanced over at Daresso, wondering how they would like to split it up.
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]"We prospered under the reign of Prince Oberyn and we would like to do so under another Martell again," Lord Uller continued, though the statement was a partial lie. Yes, House Uller did well under the Martells, but they would do better without a Martell lording over them. A prince in Sunspear meant that he had to watch what he was doing again, as another Martell meant that there was an authority looking over Dorne more carefully, compared with the aloof position the king took on them.

But, considering the Martells' close relations with the Targaryens, perhaps it was best to hitch his star with the Martells'. Sethos only really wanted to prosper in any condition, and making sure he was on everyone's good side was an example of that, despite the fact that he would be knocked down a rung or two...

There was a small bit of relief at Jochi's confession. Jochi wouldn't be pursuing it? Or was he just being modest? Sethos decided to note that he should keep an eye on the Martell. "That is unfortunate, my prince," he commented, adding a sad tone to his voice. "What brings you to Westeros then?"

Jochi's question caused him to make a small hum, as if considering the inquiry. "The Targaryens are a strong, if not populous, House. His Grace is the only Targaryen I know of that is still present in the political scene, though there had been a few others outside of him before," Sethos answered. He was unsure where they went--probably retired to Dragonstone away from all of the political mess. Which brother? Sethos never really thought to inquire--Jaehaerys was a good and capable king, though it would be a mark against his bloodline should he be found descendant of the exile Targaryen. However, Lord Uller was not really too sure. He did not care exactly too much--a change of kings always meant instability, which was not exactly good for him. "I do not know which of your brothers in particular, but he claims descent from Queen Eurydice, who is his grandmother. He has ushered Westeros into a golden age not seen since that of Eurydice's reign."

He wondered if Jochi knew who Jaehaerys' parents were and had brought that information back in an attempt to topple him from the throne.
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]Sethos dipped his head in greeting towards Fortinbras and nodded towards Ace, letting the Warden know that he had been acknowledged. The dark creature settled down, glancing sideways towards Fortinbras as he offered the question. Ah, so Fortinbras was hoping to get back at ShadowClan, no? That was who he had been ambassador to, if Sethos was not mistaken. "Lord Lannister, what ambassador positions are currently open? I've been thinking of taking up one."
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]Sethos hung onto Finch's reaction fawningly--perhaps overly fawningly, but perhaps that was just concern over the fact that Finch had just suggested they were rotten and he wanted to note any untoward reaction first to do damage control. Luckily, there was none of that and Lord Uller was pleased.

"I am pleased that you find it to your liking, Lady Finch," the Shaytanin returned, a smile coming across his features. Sethos reached a paw into his cloak, pulling out a handkerchief to offer towards the feline. A gentleman must always be ready for all sorts of disasters, after all. "Blood oranges. My home is famous for them. We make them into marmalades and jams when they are out of season, so we can enjoy them when the oranges are not available. Should you or any other ShadowClanners be curious about this, I would be happy to send over a few jars for your tastes."
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]Perhaps it was quite bold of him to do this, but Sethos knew what he wanted and generally knew how to get it. The plan could change depending on everything but for now...this was a simple dinner.

Sethos had sent the invitation by raven to ShadowClan while he prepared Hellholt. The old sandstone castle needed a little primping up occasionally and this was the occasion for it. Lord Uller had masons repair the walls a little bit and set the maids to cleaning down the stones. Once that was done, he'd set a menu for the cooks and prepared his solar for dinner. There was a low table, surrounded by cushions, its surface covered by a sumptuous red cloth that cascaded to the floor. The pillows themselves were exported from the Free Cities and the cloth was spun in Lys. It was only the best for the two ShadowClan leaders.

After that was done, Sethos had opened a cask of Arbor gold, supposing that sweeter wines were to their tastes, and set a decantur of it on the table. Now, all he had to do was wait.
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]Caw. Caw. Caw. There was a raven in ShadowClan camp, glancing around, hoping for a maester to receive it, but it wasn't exactly in Westeros anymore. The black bird pecked at the message tied to its leg.

Should someone open it, it would read:

To Lady Sango and Lady Finch,

Greetings! I hope the weeks find you both well. I've been hoping to learn a bit more about ShadowClan. Thus, I would like to invite you to a private dinner in Hellholt, on the Brimstone, on the Dornish Peninsula of Westeros. I hope you both can attend.

Best,
Lord Sethos, of House Uller

gymnopedie no. 1 // p
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]// so glad you can join us!!

Sethos' ears pricked as he heard the voice at the border. The dark creature approached, tilting his head slightly. Ah, he'd heard about this one visiting earlier--despite the fact that Sethos didn't attend to every joining, he did have ears about. "Ahh, I'm glad you've chosen us, my dear," he returned, his voice a smooth rumble. "I don't believe we have had the pleasure of meeting before. Sethos Uller, of Hellholt." He dipped his head down and offered a paw, as if waiting for Sylmae's permission to kiss her paw in the form of putting her foreleg up.

// rip i hope the last description made sense
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]"A hunt, Lord Macbeth?" Sethos called as he approached. The older man didn't usually actively go on hunts anymore, but he supposed that he could watch--maybe participate if the pickings were easy. The Dornishman sauntered over before offering, "I hope you won't mind me joining?"
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]Mhmm. His son was certainly taking initiative. The way Daresso divided the task was good with him, although there was an irritated flick of the ear at his next remark. Girlfriend? There was a small snort from him.

He dipped his head towards the king to signal his dismissal before slipping out.
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]// so dirty

The newest arrival of Westeros! Sethos turned towards her and offered a pleasant smile to Sylmae before his attention turned towards the others who had arrived. His son and Meg. "Greetings all," he offered in his usual amiable manner. Addressing Sylmae, the Dornish Lord extended a hand towards her before dipping his head. "Sethos Uller. And you are...?"

If he weren't so invested in two other ladies elsewhere, Sethos might've taken more of an interest in Meg and Sylmae, considering they were both single and free, but alas! He was rather amused at the thought and if he had been aware of Daresso's thoughts, Sethos would have been doubly amused. Father and son thought alike, apparently.

// assuming this is the first time sethos met her in the human au hehe
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]He'd been alerted by a servant of both ShadowClanners' arrivals and had glanced over himself in the mirror nearby one last time to see if there was anything awry. Despite what everyone said, everyone judged a book by its cover and Sethos was going to make the best of his appearance, although he looked rather grotesque to most with all the horns and teeth. Nothing to be improved on, luckily, as they were already here!

"My ladies!" he greeted them. "I am so glad that both of you could make it." Sweeping a paw towards the seats at the table, he continued, "Please, make yourself at home. Would you like water, wine, sherbet, or something else?"
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]Sethos received the handkerchief and slipped it back into his cloak. It seemed like his interactions with the she-cat were going on quite nicely--if it continued, perhaps a happy announcement would be on the way? He hoped so.

"I could see with my gardeners about bringing a sapling or two over to plant," Sethos suggested, eager to please. "They need water and warm water, mostly. If you have a clearing somewhere, perhaps we could try." ShadowClan territory, from what he had heard, was jungle so moisture and sunlight were no problem if they could find a good open spot for a young tree to flourish. "You can have blood oranges here next year, if everything goes well."

Sir? Ah, well, there was time to learn. Sethos was an ordinarily prickly creature, but for the sake of a deputy he was hoping to woo, he would bite his tongue on that. A capable creature like Finch could definitely pick up the titles of address once she had a look around in Westeros. "A tour sounds wonderful, my lady," he answered with a small nod of agreement. "Perhaps, I could see if there are suitable spots for ShadowClan's new orange tree."
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