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[Vilaz Munin]

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ECHOY'LA​

VIZSLA TERRITORY​

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Echoy'la was something that those under House Vizsla and Clan Munin shared with each other. The two entities cooperated, establishing a set of rules, and tried to make this...home for them in the most possible way. Munin away from Concord Dawn, and Vizsla away from Wayland. Planets with significant Mandalorian influence, to an extent some considered either planet their primary home rather than Mandalore.

No doubt both states were eager to see the day in taking back their territories, returning their clansmen to home.

A spur of activity, just recently, breathed life for the Exiles. The winds changed in their favor; visions of the Infernal drowning in fire and reclaiming their land, bringing back that old glory Mandalore and her children once forgotten.

Vilaz could feel it, and no doubt his Clan shared that with him.

But there were other visions too. One that would change Clan Munin's future. Independent and strong it was, but the reality was that they needed allies. Not just any allies. Brothers and sisters that proved that they could be trusted and relied on. Someone like Ronan. It was why Vilaz, surprisingly, called to meet the Vizsla. It was rare, when they did happen it was short. The only language they knew was the one of metal cutting through flesh and bone, leaving a trail of blood in their footsteps.

The Concordian arrived at Ronan's domain where he was escorted by a pair of Vizsla Warriors to take them where their leader resided in, patiently waiting for the Munin's arrival. He then arrived at the doorsteps of Ronan's chambers, the door opening by itself allowing Vilaz to enter while the two warriors stayed outside in guard.

"Been feeling the tides change lately, Ronan?"

Metaphorical tides that is, part of the positive changes that have been happening.

[member="Ronan Vizsla"]​

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

Vilaz would find Ronan in his chair.

In front of the large hearth.

The fire roaring bright as his hands moved the knife. In the cradle of his palm he worked on something made of wood. The scrap of the metal against it, cleaning off scraps and slowly making a shape of sorts. Too early to tell what it was. He kept on cutting for a bit. Those eyes roaming the flames at the same time, but he listened to Vilaz' words. A snort followed soon after. Enough that he put away the piece of wood and the knife.

"Many changes, yes. Vizsla builds, creates, doesn't just destroy. Feels strange."

The eyes glanced away from the flames and towards Vilaz.

His opinion on the man was.... complicated.

Death was a second skin for the Mando'ade. You lived, you died, it happened and that was the end of that. The fact that Vilaz began that bloody day on the Red Coronation was irrelevant to Ronan, because the truth was? If it hadn't been him... it would have been someone else. It had been destined to end in blood. Now Vilaz was against Yasha. What more did the Alor of House Vizsla really need?

"What do you need, Vilaz Munin?"

 

[Vilaz Munin]

"Yes...though there are other changes at large."

Through destruction, there was creation making it an endless cycle. Though that wasn't exactly what Vilaz referring to. Hopefully Ronan would catch it.

If not, the Munin wouldn't bother explaining. He was here for something else, and wished not to waste his time or Ronan's. Perhaps down the road, Vizsla would understand what he meant by those words.

The fire crackled, making silhouettes of the two men. Vilaz made sure that his helmet was removed at this time. He always had when meeting another Clan Head in private. His eyes catching Ronan's, seeing how violent they were. Eyes that made others feel uneasy and uncomfortable, making people shy away from meeting them. But not Vilaz, no. He also shared the emotions of those eyes. The two Alors have been in many engagements in the past; they've seen it all and done it all, making them into the men they were today.

Ruthless, violent, merciless, unforgiving, and many more adjectives.

Sometimes it was a thought that Vilaz perhaps came from the Vizslas. He never really knew his biological parents that well. He used to be involved in criminal factions and other outlaws on Concord Dawn. It was there when he was stopped by a Mandalorian Journeyman Protector and adopted into the Mandalorians. It was that day he was given his current name, and lead his life to the now present.

"Not really a 'need', Ronan. More like..."

What was an appropriate term to use?

"...a proposal. I've been meditating these past few days, coming to a conclusion that could benefit us and our people. Something more than a simple alliance that we have."

"Tell me, what do you think of my Clan?"

[member="Ronan Vizsla"]​

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

Oh, Ronan knew.

Knew what Vilaz was talking about, but right now Vizsla was tired of talking about it.

His conversation with [member="Koda Fett"] had been oddly... frustrating. Maybe because part of him had hoped for a leader. For Fett to find his balls and figure it out. Instead the bounty hunter was still moving back, forth, sideways, trying to appease his originator. It could change in the future. And either way, to let him march off to war alone would have been suicide. No matter what Ronan felt personally he wouldn't let them march off alone against the Empire.

Not when they needed every sane Mandalorian they could get.

"More than an alliance?" A quizzical look was send towards Vilaz, before he mulled the question posed to him. It wasn't difficult. No matter his personal opinion on the Red Coronation and what had happened there. "They of Munin are hardy people. Fierce."

His tone turned amused.

"They share the blood of fire their leader is afflicted with." Not accusing, but pointed.

"Why?"

 

[Vilaz Munin]

And he expected those of his Clan being what Ronan just said. Hardy and fierce. Couldn't tolerate weak links within his people. He trained them to mimic like the Mandalorians of the past. Cruel and harsh towards people outside of the culture, with a hint of fierce competition amongst themselves. They pushed each other around, to bring out more of their comrades. Sometimes to the extent where one had to see the infirmary urgently, but was still able to stand and fight.

Luckily, no one had died from that kind of atmosphere as they were still disciplined. A rather odd and weird atmosphere.

But what could Vilaz say? It was the Mandalorian way of life.

"To see if you'd enjoy the idea of my Clan being under your House, Ronan," Vilaz said, straightly answering the Vizsla's question without needless chaff to consume their time.

"My Clan have been independent and strong for quite some time, though our people have come to like one another. We all win and lose nothing out of this. We become more stronger, and we all pursue a common goal that we share whether it be burning the Infernal or causing havoc across the Galaxy."

"What say you?"

[member="Ronan Vizsla"]​