Posts by SETHOS ULLER

[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]Seeing Matsu wanting to go after the party, Sethos let out a soft huff. Hmm, honestly, he had nothing to lose by not going so Lord Uller gave Jaehaerys a small nod, indicating that the king could go ahead while he dealt with the errant panda cub. "Matsu, come here. Who wants to go on an old raid anyways when you can spend the whole day with Uncle Sethos?" the Shaytanin rumbled as he attempted to scoop the panda up in his jaws and deposit the fluffy bamboo-eating chubster on his back.
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]Oh boy--of course he had been keeping an eye on what was brewing between the Greyjoys and Lannisters. He didn't take sides on it, to be honest, but he wanted to see the aftermath, whether both houses would gut each other. The king seemed a little bit reluctant to actually step in, judging by how he let Dagda handle it, but who knew?

He had to bite back a smile at Dagda's remark about not having punished the wrongdoer yet. Ace must be livid--Sethos would have been had he been in the Warden's position and Lord Uller waited with bated breath in the back of the gathering to see what was going to happen.
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]The Cartels were now officially enemies, so he might as well do something that showed that Westeros was not to be messed with. The Cartel made a grave mistake when they decided to pick on one of them...and on and on. Sethos honestly couldn't care less--he just wanted to vent some pent up desires on his poor captive.

"Get up." His snappish voice echoed through the stone chamber. The room was underneath the castle, though not as deep as the caves, and was stinking of sulfur that emanated from the walls and floor. The torchlight flickered weirdly in the gloom, filtered through a thick haze of smoke, that drenched the room in a sickly yellow light. It was eerie and that was the way Sethos liked it.
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]Here was stop one. Sethos hoped that perhaps he could catch Finch or Sango while here to deliver his message, but oh well if he couldn't. The Shaytanin sauntered up to the borders and waited there, choosing not to settle down as he wasn't exactly there for idle talk. Just deliver the message and get to his next stop.
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]Stop number two. Admittedly, Daresso's attitude as he assigned the groups was a little bit nonchalant. He had gotten comfortable in his new lordship, perhaps, but Sethos was still his father. The shaytanin supposed that he could have a word or two with Daresso once he got back, but for now, he was here to deliver a message.
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]He made sure Matsu was secure on his back. Following the panda's gaze, Sethos decided to take a stab at the cub's intention. "Oh, they'll be back soon enough," he assured Matsu, his voice amiable and jovial. Humming softly, he added, "Is there anything you would like to do today, little one?"
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]There was a dry scoff of amusement that echoed weirdly in the chamber. "You have a bold tongue for someone who can't do anything," he commented. And she wasn't getting up. There was almost a sing-song tone to his voice as he continued, "Quite the spirit--I wonder if I can break it." The Shaytanin casually padded over and aimed to give the girl's rump a hard swat with a paw. "Don't make me say it again, my dear."
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]"Ahhh, thank you for the welcome, friends," Sethos murmured, dipping his head slightly. "Lord Sethos Uller, of Hellholt. Pleased to meet you."

Now that the pleasantries were aside, he continued, "I've come to inform the Rift of Westeros' changed stance on the Cartel. We have moved them to enemies."
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]// the one and only :)

There was a small chuckle at Marie's remark. "Well, I was hoping to see one or two people today, but no matter," the shaytanin answered with a smile. He glanced over at the other ShadowClanner that arrived before his attention turned towards the one present. "Is Sango or Finch around? I was hoping to deliver news that concerns clan alliances..."
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]"A pleasure to meet you, Sylmae," he returned smoothly. He shook her hand before his attention turned to the antics of his son. To be honest, he had been thinking of arranging a marriage for Daresso if he didn't find a wife soon enough...Meg would be a good candidate in Westeros, but Sethos had bigger ambitions. He would let this tomfoolery go on for now, but Sethos was sure it wasn't going to last--not with his hand in it.

Hearing the call to head out, he gestured for his grooms to bring over his own horse, a Dornish steed. Grunting as he seated himself on the graceful animal, he settled down on the sattle and waited for Lord Macbeth to lead the way.
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]Finch got it correctly--Sethos was the definition of two-faced. One was the lord's face--proper, kind, noble. The other was the mad tyrant--reserved for those who crossed him, or just when he needed to let vent on something. Hearing Finch's request, Sethos headed over towards a side table, pouring out a quantity of the sherbet into a cup. "This is made from lemon, mango, rose-hips, and hibiscus flowers and chilled with ice from the Red Mountains," he stated as he brought the cup over towards the white deputy. "My favorite flavor. I hope you will enjoy it."

Wine for Sango? "Wine from the Reach. In Westeros, they call it Arbor Gold and it is the most expensive vintage in all of the seven kingdoms," Sethos commented as he poured out a cup for Sango and one for him. He would limit himself to one cup for now, as he needed to keep a clear head for discussions. Setting one of the wine goblets on Sango's side of the table, he settled down. "The first course should be out soon."

But, the ladies must be eager to know what he had summoned them here for. To business, then! "I hope ShadowClan is doing well? I've heard that there has been a truce with RiverClan. Westeros has decided to give RiverClan and WindClan a trial period for an alliance." There was a small scoff from him as he continued, "I personally did not like the fact that we gave them the offer--they only requested an alliance after they saw that Westeros was powerful. Other times, they couldn't care less. It was strangely....coincidental that they chose to come to us when we are peaking in power."
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]"They've kidnapped one of our own," Lord Uller returned. "We haven't done anything to them and considered them neutrals...so our king took this as an act of warfare. I'm sure if they were willing to negotiate, their status might change, but His Grace is quite set on them as enemies, currently. He is a man you would not want to offend."

He offered them a smile before he continued, "What is your current stance on them, may I ask?"
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]Sethos was awfully pleased by their reactions to his choice of drinks for the dinner. As he was about to answer, he spotted a servant bringing the first dish in. It was a platter of freshly baked flat breads, warm from the oven, with three small personal bowls of olive oil and several condiments: spiced chickpea paste, creamy white cheese, briny olives, hot peppery paste. Murmuring soft thanks, he dismissed the servant before turning back towards the ShadowClan ladies, inviting them with a paw to try out the dish.

He listened to Finch and Sango's talk of RiverClan with a small scoff of amusement. "They are of no use to Westeros militarily and we receive every type of aid from other allies, like ShadowClan, who also provide us military aid. They are useless," Lord Uller agreed with a small chuckle. He gently drizzled some olive oil over his flatbread, as if to show them how to best enjoy it.

The talk of spies from WindClan caused him to frown slightly. "If they have a reputation for spies, I'm sure His Grace would be interested to know that," Sethos remarked. He wondered if WindClan had sent someone over and narrowed his eyes slightly. Perhaps he could still convince Jaehaerys to drop the trial period. "Well, we do have a way to back out of making anything with these groups...Jaehaerys stated that there's only one spot open to the group that is most committed, and should they fight with you or other Westerosi allies again, he will end their trial periods and come to the aid of his steadfast friends."
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]// no worries!! :)

"Ahhh, thank you kindly, Marie," he returned. "Sethos Uller, Lord of Hellholt. A pleasure to meet you." The name sounded familiar--had she been brought up as a possible candidate for marriage before somewhere? His attention turned to the tiger who was sizing him up. With a small smirk of amusement, he answered, "I am a Shaytanin, child. And what might you be?"

He looked over next to the lion, who seemed ready to fight. However, Finch assured him of his friendly status and Sango soon arrived after. Lord Uller dipped slightly into a bow towards the two ShadowClan ladies before he continued, "My ladies. His Grace has charged me to bring you the news that Westeros has now dropped the Cartels to enemies. Should they trouble you, feel free to call upon Westeros to assist. We will be launching our own campaign against them as well."

// if the knowledge of marie and oliver is private, i can edit out that part! i'm unsure if it's meant to be secret
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[fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 99%; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]BloodClan and Sanctuary? Not to mention those other groups... they weren't of interest to him. "Noted, Lord Lannister. I will send you notice if I am able to take up duties as an ambassador--travel tends to not be friendly to these old bones of mine," the shaytanin chuckled.
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