Captain Henreth S. Malone

[ludlowvineyards]

A gnomish projector displays a short clip upon the outside wall of the Ludlow Headquarters with soft music chiming along. It loops over and over from dark until nine tolls of the evening bell nearly every night.

[ludlowvineyards]

@the-royal-courier 

[elizebella]

Save the date! Oct 20th! 

[lemieuxpapergoods]

Holt and Thorne Lyric Graphics Series — 9 of ?

Henreth Malone

@henreth

[henreth-blog]

(I love it so much, thank you! @lorraine-lemieux <3)

[henreth-blog]

Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some?

The captain fanned out the fingers on both of his hands, gently clapping his fingertips together as he hummed in thought. He smirked and looked to the woman, “Why would I need to bury hidden treasure, my dear? If it is hidden already, burying it seems a bit redundant, does it not?” He laced his fingers together, curious as to what the woman may offer in response.

@shewolf-jacqueline Thank you for the ask!

[risrielthron]

50 Questions on your OC

Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?

Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?

Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees?

Do you have freckles?

Do you always smile for pictures?

What is your biggest pet peeve?

Do you ever count your steps when you walk?

Do you ever dance even if there’s no music playing?

Do you chew your pens and pencils?

How many people have you slept with this week?

What size is your bed?

What is your Song of the week?

Is it okay for guys to wear pink?

Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some?

What do you drink with dinner?

What is your favorite food?

Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?

When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone?

Best thing to eat for breakfast?

What is your usual bedtime?

When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Hallow’s End as?

How many languages can you speak?

Are you afraid of heights?

Do you sing in the shower?

Ever used a gun?

Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

Favorite type of fruit pie?

Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

Do you believe in ghosts?

Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

Take a vitamin daily?

Wear slippers?

Wear a bath robe?

What do you wear to bed?

Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

Ever take dance lessons?

Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

Can you curl your tongue?

Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

Hot tea or cold tea?

Tea or coffee?

Can you swim well?

Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

Are you patient?

Best room for a fireplace?

Do you want to get married? If married, how long have you been married?

Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way?

Do you have kids? Do you want kids?

Whats your favorite color?

Do you miss anyone right now?

[felonous]

Ask anything, nothing is off limits!

Anon is on! *Remember to send a question to whoever you reblog this from!*

[felonous]

Just on Felon & @abraaxas today

[henreth-blog]

Paying A Visit

The Black Ranger made port at the Stormwind harbor with the early afternoon sun shining down upon the captain as he stepped out of his quarters. Henreth took in a deep breath of the harbor air. A scent that may reek to some, but to those that love the ocean, the salty air is a fragrance of home. Securing his rapier in his holster, he made it across the ramp that led to the docks, “Scrub her down good, men!” He paused and smiled to the young woman that had just joined the crew. Wriggling his fingers he spoke with a soft gentleman tone, “And lady.” Henreth reached to remove his hat and give a polite bow of his head, but was quickly reminded of its absence. He brought his hand down to grip the hilt of his rapier and gave an awkward sort of nod of his head, instead. The woman whom is feared by nearly the entirety of the crew rolled her eyes and went back to work. He mumbled something about the hat he so dearly loved and paid no mind to the woman’s behavior, “Probably still laying at the bottom the ocean between here and Kalimdor.” The captain cleared his throat and shouted once more as he stepped from the ramp onto the docks. “And load her down before sundown!” he reminds the crew as he hastily heads toward the city. 

Footsteps close in on the front door of the Lord and Lady Holt, but suddenly stop. Henreth halts dead in his tracks, gasping out at the horrendous sight before him. The captain brought his hand to cover his mouth and spoke behind his fingertips, “I am surrounded by death.” He walked over to one of the fallen and caressed it gently with the cup of his hand, “Such delicate and beautiful innocence gone from this world far too soon.” His bottom lip quivered as a dried petal fell loose and drifted to the ground. Wasting no more time he rapped his knuckles upon the Holt Townhouse door quite vigorously, “I know you’re in there you murderous scoundrel! You can’t hide from Captain Henreth Malone!  Henreth continued to knock, despite his knuckles quickly growing sore, “Out with you!”

@venreenaholt @cedrickholtstories @holtandthornetradingco

[henreth-blog]

Strange

Light creaking sounds could be heard in the captain’s quarters as the man paced from one side of the room to the other. His bare feet sinking into a thick, luxurious rug he picked out from a market in Stormwind just before heading to Booty Bay. Suddenly he paused, squishing his toes into the thick fibers of the vibrant carpet as he thought. As he drug both his hands down the sides of his face he spoke out quietly to himself, “I have never met any group of privateers or another captain to pass up on a night of drinkies.” Henreth walked over to the window and delicately brushed his fingertips across one of the blooms of his prized violets. “Something strange is going on, my beauties. Something strange and something terrible, no doubt.” he said quietly, speaking to his flowers this time. His attention turned to the flag of another ship dancing in the moonlight, noting the shift in the direction of the wind. The gusts picked up speed and caused his ship to rock ever so gently within the harbor. His hand drifted from the bloom to his chin, giving it a thoughtful rub with a hum. “I should probably check in with Lady Holt about this.” He made his way over to his bed and before long he was under his blanket. Leaning toward his beside table and snuffing out the flame of his lantern, Henreth repeated what he says every night before closing his eyes, “Goodnight, my darling. I hope I made you proud, today.” 

@venreenaholt @holtandthornetradingco for mentions.

[lorraine-lemieux]

The Story So Far

& the order to read them in

A Donation (TW)

Vanished

The Hour was Late

In Charge

Just Another Game

Day 1 (TW)

A Spark

The Nightmare

Day 2 (TW)

Confidence

Day 2: Rescue Mission

That Which Smolders

Tags Below the Cut

Keep reading

[lorraine-lemieux]

That Which Smolders

“…In time you’ll come to see it…”

Lorraine let out a small hissed out, ‘fuuuuuck’ as she pulled the tray from the oven and stared down at the blackened husks of what was supposed to be a tray of cookies. She slowly sat down, bringing her knees to her chest and burying her face in them where she began to sob in earnest.

“You’re going to get dysentery putting your bare butt on stuff like that,” came Clemence’s mellifluous tone.

“Will you just shut up!” Lorraine hurled at her, standing up and grabbing the pan so she could toss it in the garbage. Cookie sheet and all. “Just go away! Why are you here, Clemence? To torture me? To remind me what a fuck up I am?”

“I don’t know. You brought me here,” she reminded her, “Maybe you didn’t want to wallow alone so you made me up.” She gasped as something occurred to her, “I’m your broken pride, Lorrie.”

“You’re a bitch, Clemence. That’s what you are. Just sit there all high and mighty, with your… perfect self. You’re dead!! So, there!”

“Says the girl arguing with her own self-fulfilling delusion. Is this cathartic? Or just a full on mental breakdown?”

“SHUT UP, CLEMENCE!” She roared, but the adolescent only snickered at her. “I need to leave. I need to get out of here…away from you….”

“And where do you plan to go? Home? Going to tell Daddy what he said to you?”

This made Lorraine pause. Clemence grinned. They both knew the answer to that. She would never tell her father what Jacob had said because she wanted him to live. She wanted all three of them to live, actually.

“So,” Clemence said, “Are you going to let her in?”

“What?” Lorraine said, confusion dawning on her features.

“Venreena, idiot girl. I know you feel it.”

Lorraine blinked stupidly, realizing what she meant. “He said not to, Clemence,” she said.

“So you’re going to let her do it then?”

Lorraine stared at her bare feet, standing there naked as a jay bird in the middle of the townhouse kitchen for the umpteeth time in the month since she came to stay here. She stood still and for a moment, she listened to the silence as Clemence watched her. They were in Stranglethorn, but she didn’t know where. One think she knew of certain; Venreena was planning something neither of the men she was with knew about.

“No,” Lorraine said, looking at her sister. “She wouldn’t… right?”

“I know as much as you,” came the sardonic reply.

Lorraine bit her lip hard, considering it. She could go, she had the means to find them. Venreena had touched her and she knew she could. But, Jake, he’d said no. He’d all but tied her down and made her stay put.

Clemence’s wry voice echoed somewhere in the back of her racing thoughts.

“Since when have you ever let a man tell you what to do?”

Before she could doubt Clemence, or rather herself, she was running up the stairs to her room. Throwing the apron off her bare body and rapidly digging through her closet, she shoved her limbs into the rugged leathers that had once served her well in Gilneas; the daggers needed still stuffed in the bottom of the wardrobe inside a felt-lined box. She ripped open a hole in the void, stepped in and reappeared in the airless thicket that was Stranglethorn Vale with the faintest ‘pop!’

(( @venreenaholt @cedrickholtstories @levvnightfall @jacob-holt @holtandthornetradingco ))

[jacob-holt]

Rescue Mission: Day 2

Even in the familiar humidity of the jungle, Jacob’s mind churned with what could possibly be happening to his brother. His stomach burned and his heart raced even while resting. The beast in his mind prowled back and forth, preparing for a fight that would come sooner than they knew.

As Levv scaled down to the coast and readied the distraction, Jacob had wrapped Venreena in a tight hold, securing her tiny body to his as they propelled down into the darkness that would lead to the crypts of the ancient troll ruins. He knew this place well. Too well. And he knew that the once sacred grounds would be haunted by spirits that wanted to protect their resting place. But little did anyone know, Jacob had a relic. A relic he’d use as a last resort to turn the dead against their enemies and shift to their side.

It sickened Jacob to even consider using such a tool, but dire circumstances called for desperate measures… or some shit like that.

As two pairs of feet touched the wet ground of the crypt, the stench of decay and death wafted into their nostrils. He kept Venreena close, removing her tether and letting her take a pace back from him while hiding the rope he’d use to hopefully climb out when they were done. Above, the rope was well hidden beneath thick foliage, blending in to the surrounding vegetation. He only prayed things went smoothly, but if not? Well, it was a good thing he’d gotten an extra dynamite from Levv.

Venreena has reached into her satchel to pull out a light source, igniting it quickly. She’d get a glimpse of the decrepit walls and piles of bones, the weaving vines and the desecrated coffins. But almost as soon as it was lit, Jacob threw himself at her, staunching the light and barking out a quick, “No!”

But it was too late. As he had her in his hold once more, he slowly and carefully moved her small body behind his much larger one and walked backward, pressing her spine against the crypt walls.

Rattling and gurgling noises slowly erupted within the chamber as the sound of the dead awakening reached their ears…

@venreenaholt @levvnightfall @cedrickholtstories @holtandthornetradingco @householt

[cedrickholtstories]

“Day 2″

Cedrick had been through much pain and suffering in his life. His current situation was no exception. Despite the fact that it was true and excruciating pain, he had had worse, however difficult to believe. Even though this was the case, it did not mean he was immune to pain entirely.. and he certainly wasn’t. The man was exhausted, but these cowards were relentless.. and perhaps only stopped for a few hours a day. They would take turns. One after the other.

The worst times of both days were few hours that Bronson took his turn. The day before it was numerous bone-breaking blows, but today.. it was perhaps even worse.

Bronson stood before Cedrick, his eyes scanning over the nearly limp and growing ever more broken man, “You, Cedrick, are a very resilient man. I will give you that.” A few quiet “Tsks” escaped the pirate’s lips. “..but truly, this matters not.. because I will break you.”

 He walked about the area that they had surrounding the nobleman. There were various tables with countless tools used during torture such as this, but as of now, Bronson’s tool of choice was a metal rod.. one that he had decided to place in a searing hot fire.

Cedrick watched as his captor spun the rod around, getting each and every side an orange hot temperature. He looked as blank as he ever had. The only emotion Bronson had seen from the rogue were screams of pain and slight moments of tiredness. Otherwise, he remained firm.

It seemed like hours before Bronson finally made his way over to Cedrick, device in hand, “I told you I would break you.. and I would never lie.” Without another word or wasting another moment, the rod was pressed against the Lord’s bare chest. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHGGHH!” The scream echoed throughout the dungeon that they resided in. 

“Where is she, Cedrick? We can make this stop if you simply tell me where your wife and the vile little devil offspring both are.” The arrogant fool continued on. The rod was removed as he spoke, but it was merely replaced, only on the other side just as he finished.  “AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHGGHH!” Cedrick cried out just as loudly as before. His breathing was heavy and his chest heaved, his head slumped forwards and he stared weakly at the ground. He was close. Never would he reveal where his wife and child resided, but he was far too close to being truly broken.

“Do not make me ask you again.” Bronson growled.

Cedrick looked up at him, a disgusted look resting upon his features.

“A grave mistake.” The pirate snapped toward his captive. Bronson prowled over to one of the many tables of devices that were in his possession. He retrieved a device that looked almost like a large cork-screw and then brought it back over to Cedrick. It was immediately sunk and twisted into his shoulder. “GAH!” Yet another cry elicited from the nobleman. Bronson was clearly growing frustrated. “One last chance, Holt.” He spat.

Besides the cry, there was no reaction. The admiral growled loudly as he brought the device down to Cedrick’s left ankle. He did not place the sharp end against his skin, but instead used it to begin tightening the metal restraints around his ankles. It tightened and tightened to a point where it was nearly crushing his bones.

“FAAAAH!” Another cry, but nothing more.

“FUCKING TALK!” Bronson yelled at the top of his lungs. The device was slammed against the ground and the man stormed out of the room.

Cedrick hung limp, his breathing slowly steadied.

Finally, he broke. Tears slowly trickled down his cheeks as the thought of Venreena, Olivia, Jacob, and Allisiana ran through his head. 

“Please.. let me escape this alive.”

(mentions: @venreenaholt @jacob-holt @allisianaholt @holtandthornetradingco @householt)

(others related: @levvnightfall @alliesweetsong-wra @askdonttell @adhelin @rian-kestavin @elizebella @alexinathorne and anyone else I missed! It’s late)

[venreenaholt]

Confidence.

In a race between danger and indecision the difference between life and death comes down to confidence, faith in our abilities, certainty in ourselves and the trust we put in others. - Revenge Emily Thorne

Seconds stretched into minutes. Minutes stretched into hours. Hours stretched into what seemed like endless days spent in the miserable and suffocating humidity of the jungle they traversed through. Jacob knew Stranglethorn well. Better than anyone else she’d wager. And Levv… despite how much he annoyed her, she knew she could count on him. 

Venreena’s confidence in her companions managed to bolster her otherwise downtrodden spirit. Her feet matched Jacob’s footsteps in the soft ground, leaving little to no evidence of their traveling party. There was no caution too great that they could take, yet the persistent urge to tear through the jungle shouting Cedrick’s name tore at her very being. So she put her trust in Levv and Jacob to get her to her beloved.

“Please be alive,” she begged on whispered breath, choking down the sobs that clawed at her throat. You know what must happen. Everyone knows what must happen. You’re a coward and penance must be paid. You’re only fooling yourself if you believe that this will have a happy ending.  Ven knew. She knew the price and she was ready to pay her debt.

(( @householt @holtandthornetradingco @cedrickholtstories @jacob-holt @levvnightfall @lorraine-lemieux for mentions/relevance ))

[henreth-blog]

Dragon’s Blood: Describe a time when you discovered an inner strength that you didn’t know you had.

His mouth froze against the rim of his teacup and his hand followed suit. His eyes looked through the steam of the piping hot tea within the vessel, directly toward the noblewoman. Without taking a sip, he lowered his cup back to the decorative porcelain saucer with barely a tinkle of a sound. His eyes lit up and a quick smile spread across his lips as he folded his hands together, parking his elbows upon the table, “Gardening, my dear, gardening. It is not for the weak at heart, especially if you grow attached to your blooms as I.” Henreth laughed softly and then continued, drawing out his words in a slow pensive manner, “But again, I believe you were looking more for an answer that has nothing to do with anything but some sort of inner feelings.” The man quickly gestured his hands to emphasis the last two words and then swiftly folded them just as they were.

A single digit tapped against the opposite hand as the captain flattened his lips in thought. He inhaled a breath and before long his cheeks swelled as he puffed out a breath through his taut lips, “Leadership.” The man paused with a grin, “Aboard a ship.” He lazily tipped his head from side to side with a playful smile, repeating his musings for his own amusement more than anything, “Leadership aboard a ship and ships are quite a responsibility, indeed. All of them, including relationships, but the ones that sail near and far are in fact the sorts I am referring to.” Bringing his calloused fingertips together with them all pointing skyward, Henreth canted his head with his brows furrowed in question, “Perhaps that was the sort of answer you were looking for?” He dropped his hands to the table, stacking one on top of each other and spoke with a low, lighthearted mumble, “I mean if it isn’t I’m sure with enough rum and a pinch of time I could think of something better.”

@venreenaholt

[alexinathorne-blog]

In charge....

“You are in charge while we are gone Alexina. The company and it’s well being is in your hands.”  Her sister’s words rang loudly as Alexina sat behind the desk that Ven normally sat in. It felt strange being here, knowing that her sister was out there. But she also knew that Levv and Lord Jacob was with her and that she could handle herself. A quick meeting had been requested with Rose, Allie, and Motlos. Only the basic information was given to them, by order of her sister.

Most of the night and morning had been spent going over the usual ledgers, order shipments,  counting stock and checking on upcoming orders. The men of her ship were given their orders. With her sister and Levv gone, security would be brought up a notch.

She needed to get in touch with Master Bjornsson. At least one of the dry docks needed to be kept empty for when the other’s return. Despite knowing what had happened, why they left so quickly in the middle of the night. Deep down inside Alexina prayed that they would all come back in one piece. 

Her belongings had already been sent to the townhouse in the city, where she could help watch over  Olivia. As much as she wanted to be out there with her sister, she was needed here. Standing up, she walked over to the one single window that faced the canals. It was going to be a long night. There would not be much sleep for herself. 

Ven counted on her to make sure that the company was taken care of. And Alexina would be damned if she let her sister down. Not after they had become closer over the past few months since she had lost her eye. Turning away from the window, she walked back over to the desk and set back down to work.

@venreenaholt @holtandthornetradingco @levvnightfall @roserigsby @alliesweetsong-wra @jacob-holt

[venreenaholt]

Vanished.

Hot tears streamed down her face, the declamatory sound of her pounding heart making it hard to discern her surroundings. Rian had left to dispatch her note to Elizebella and Levv was gathering maps and supplies to help on their journey. In the privacy of her closet, Ven allowed herself to fall apart. 

Her vision blurred as she pulled on her black hand wraps, preparing herself for a fight she never once imagined having to go into. To fight for the survival of the one who had given her a life she never could have even dared dream of. 

There were no clues, just a note.

“Hide behind your lackeys like the coward you are. Reveal yourself, and we will release your husband.”

Coward. Coward.

It was true. She had allowed others to fight in her stead, giving the excuse that she was occupied running the company and being a mother to Olivia. Hiding behind her duties rather than accept responsibility. In truth, she was terrified of who she knew she must eventually face. This was her fault.

Trembling hands lifted to pull the black hood over her head, concealing her blotchy face and bloodshot eyes.  “For better or for worse.” She whispered into the dark as she left their room, wondering if they would ever share it together again.

(( @householt @holtandthornetradingco @cedrickholtstories @levvnightfall @rian-kestavin @elizebella for mentions/relevance))

[cedrickholtstories]

“A Donation.”

Cedrick felt the rough ground beneath him as he was dragged across it. His clothing was now ripped and tattered, and his head was covered by a black linen sack. He had no sense of direction, and was barely able to keep himself awake. Whomever this was had already beat him once to accomplish these things, and he had the feeling there was much more to come.

After a few more long moments of nothing but clanking armor and dragging, they came to a stop. The two men tugging Cedrick along held either arm, one on each side. From inside his sack he heard, “We got ‘em. Open up.” No more words, only what seemed to be like a thousand locks and the creaking of a massive metal door that was being opened.

The dragging resumed, as did the talking, “Admiral Wolfe is gunna be pleased, mates. Ye’ nabbed a good one. Venreena’s bitch.” The men all laughed out, very loudly at that. Their conversation continued on throughout the duration of their walk, until finally they reached what seemed to be the end of their journey. At least for the time being. Both men dropped Cedrick’s arms and one turned to kick him in the back of the head. The nobleman grunted and then fell completely to his back, head thudding to the stone ground.

“Admiral,” One of the men greeted. There was silence for what seemed like at least five minutes to Cedrick, when in reality it was mere seconds.

“Good evening, Alder.” Presumably Bronson responded. Blackhowl snickered quietly, “We have retrieved one better than what you asked for,” he sneered. The Admiral turned, or at least Cedrick assumed he did by the sounds of boot on stone. “Oh?” He questioned, “..and who exactly did you bring me?” The man’s voice sounded out. It grew closer with each step and word.

“Cedrick Holt,” Alder said, a clear tone of pride intertwined with his words.

“Is that so?” Bronson questioned. By this time, it was clear to the nobleman, even with his ever so present daze that the man was right beside him. Within that moment, the bag was ripped from his head, revealing Cedrick’s bruised and busted face. He looked exhausted, yet his will was not broken, nor would it be.. not without much more work.

A knee was taken by Wolfe. He took the Holt’s face in his hands, turning his head each and every way, as if looking for something specific. A sigh escaped the pirate’s lips, “Tie him up. Hang him from the X… and retrieve my plated glove.” He pushed Cedrick’s head from his hands, causing him to knock his head back against the stone again, and forcing yet another grunt from the nobleman. The pirate reached to pull a gnomish device from his enemy’s ear. He spoke into it, “The Anchor thanks you for your donation.” It was then immediately crushed in his palm and tossed to the stone in small bits. 

Cedrick stared up at Bronson with his weak eyes, but he didn’t speak. He knew better than to speak.  “You and I,” Wolfe said, a smirk resting on his lips, “..we have much work to do.” Bronson said as he replaced the black sack.

Before he knew it, the rogue was tied up from this “X” they were speaking of, and mere moments after that….

CRACK!

….CRACK!….

CRACK!

(( mentions: @venreenaholt @holtandthornetradingco @householt @levvnightfall ))

(( others involved: @rian-kestavin @adhelin @alliesweetsong-wra @jacob-holt @lorraine-lemieux @vladimirbaustent @alexkestavin @alexinathorne @elizebella any others I missed. I don’t have a lot of your tumblrs. ))

[henreth-blog]

the ghost of you — are you afraid of death?

Henreth unfolded both of his sleeves once finishing washing his hands clean of the dirt from transferring a few of his prized potted petunias. “Everything dies, my dear. ” the man offered in a gentlemanlike tone as he fastened the buttons at his wrists. He gave a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, “Being afraid of something that no mortal can escape seems like an almost criminal waste of time.”  The expression in his eyes easily revealed he had given it plenty of thought a time or two. Henreth reached up to take hold of his hat, but quickly realized he had forgotten that it blew off his head just a few days prior. It was probably in the belly of a whale or at the bottom of the ocean by now. His hand moved from his head to meet with the other, folding his arms at his chest. He shifted his weight from his right leg to his left, standing quiet at the end of the dock in the Stormwind Harbor next to his ship. 

@josiehastings, thank you for the ask!