Foxthorne Trading, and Mercantile

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Iya Foxthorne

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Winterveil Nights

The soft sound of a quill filled the air, as a warm glow covered the elegant room of the Foxthorne Office. Now and again, the sound would stop amidst the chorus of crackling flames, only to once again join the popping coals. With a soft sigh the Olive skinned beauty set down the writing utensil, the gentle white of the feather glinting softly with the flames light. It had been a long day, she thought to herself, turning to look at the clock. The Gleaming gold hands glimmered like fireflies, casting a shadow over the runes for Eleven. Turning bright, baby blue eyes downward towards her work, she shook her head softly, a cascade of raven colored hair settling against her shoulder, only to be slid back, her hands delicately  cradling the papers, straightening then with a gentle tap before returning them to her folder. Opening her drawer, she opens a small, secret compartment with a pull of a string, stowing her articles away before closing shop once more, the Fire suddenly winking out, leaving the room to darkness.

The soft crackle of snow underfoot echoed as she made her way across its silent landscape, now and again the hoot of cheerful tavern goers breaking out into the open, though otherwise quite silent indeed. It was getting closer, and closer to that time. Winter veil. Stopping in the middle of the Small park on the outskirts of the Mage district, she stares up into the snow laden garden, staring at a wreath for sometime as memories flooded her. Reaching up, she tightens the strings on her hood, a soft shiver running down her back, soft words escaping those ruby red lips, only to break as the brisk wind whisked them away. Soon after, the sound of footsteps would continue, though would once again stop as they managed to find their owner before the great harbor of Stormwind. Staring out over the open sea, the soft scent of pine, and Cinnamon hit her nose, accompanying the smell of the Open sea. With a sniff, a hand would make its way up to her cheek, gently wiping away the tears that fell, leaving a cool wetness behind to baste the twirling feelings of longing, and companionship within her, as once more words find their way past those pearly whites, this time, floating off in the form of frost. “I miss you...”

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Update

Thanks to the bumbling efforts of my previous...help, if that term can be used in anyway, shape, or form. I’ve fallen behind on my personal updates, and records. So As to that, Today is December, Eighteenth, XXXX Year of the King. As of current standings in the Market place, Foxthorne Trading and Mercantiles is ranked in the top Five Trading establishments in the Eastern Kingdoms.  To further productivity, an Office in Darnassus was established two months ago, and an office in Stormwind is being renovated as we speak. As far as Cargo shipments, The Queens Rook, One of my faster ships, seems to have been hit by pirates once more. Though I’m not quite as concerned with the personnel, as I am the cargo, it was still quite the hit, to say the least, a totals worth of 600,000 gold in product being lost to either these Brigadiers. Someday soon the problem will be hashed out, though at the moment, I am unfortunately forced to simply push forward with other plans. My Current Business partner, The Madame Muerte, has lead to a possible access to the Pandaren Coast, where the jewel of my small trading empire will be found. I look forward to these future endevors.

Iya Foxthorne 

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Favors

The carriage gently ground its way through the dank forests of Duskwood, horses whining as the crack of the whip urged them on. Inside, nestled into one of the plush benches rested a half-elf. Short, ebony hair hugged the nape of her neck, swaying now and again with each jostle. She had no idea how she had been tossed into this mess, not that she could rightly complain. She was doing a favor for the woman who had set her life up for success, Sybil North, Marquise of the Bloodcrown Isles. So were the downfalls of dealing with those outside yourself. 

Hanging her head, she gently pressed her face to the window, watching as the trees sped by, occasionally a boar, or one of the large spiders. She shuddered.  Why, gods why in Duskwood? It reminded her of Gilneas in someways, besides the rampant spiders, and undead. Well, no, it seemed about right. She’d heard of property going up for sale, so she had taken it upon herself to look into it.

The soft whine of wheel bearings signaled their stop. Stepping out of the carriage, she was greeted by an aging old man, a dressed as one might find of high society men; top hat, overcoat, even a cane. It put her at ease for some reason. These were the sort of people she dealt with, after all.

 “Baron Crawsdale. Its so nice for you to meet with me on Such short notice.” Iya’s voice was soft, and soothing, as she had been trained by her father. 

The older man coughed into a rag, bits of blood gently staining the worn handkerchief. “Mm, Righ’, Righ’...On wid’ i’ then...” 

The Slender woman took a few steps forward, chuckling softly. ”Well, Baron...I was told your land, manor, barn, and the surrounding property were up for sale. I believe it was Fifty-thousand gold, seventy-five thousand for the land, and..noble title that goes with it, yes? To be signed over upon purchase of the barony? You will arrange transfer and get approval from the King’s men in Stormwind?” 

The Penguin like man glowered for a moment, raising his cane to gesture around.”Qui’e righ’...na tha’ you care fur i’, but this lan’ belong’ to ma grea’ granda’...an’ ‘is before tha’...been in the famileh’...bu’ no heir, means i’s worthless..I wish ta’ be done wi’ i’ forthrigh’...”

 With that, Iya smiles splendidly. ”Wonderful, Ser...I assure you, Baron, the land will be in the best of hands. I Shall return later with the buyer. Until then, by all means, have a splendid day.” 

With that, she’d turn, stepping back into the carriage, it was almost too easy.

@sybilnorth @housebloodcrown @thedarkamon

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Thoughts of you.

The Slender half-elf made her way out of the barbershop, reaching up to gently touch the grown of her head, only to run slender, well manicured nails down through those locks, stopping with a soft sigh just below the neck as she self the left overs of their fishing excursion. Sighing once more, she smiles a touch at the though, shaking her head. She hadn’t spoken to her lover since they had parted ways, Kimiriah, going off to work, and Iya going to fix the damage wrought to her hair. Clasping her hands behind her back, she bites her lip gently as a thought enters her head, eyes gleaming coldy for a moment, before settling back to a baby blue. Blinking a few times, she mutters something incoherently, only to begin making her way through the crowded streets, off to her lovers home. 

Stepping into the dark room, Iya slowly raises her hand, a ball of light forming in it, silhouetting the room with a golden glow as she looks around. The Place was an absolute mess, Books, books everywhere. The stench of half finished food permeates the place, the the sight of unwashed dishes, and overflowing garbage causes the woman to wrinkle her nose. Narrowing her gaze to the undone bedroom, she lets out a soft huff as a roach scampers slowly by her foot. Sucking in a breath, she narrows her gaze as she murmurs to herself something about needing supplies. Slipping back from the door, she turns, closing it once more as she heads back into town.

An hour later, Iya, and three burly, scarred men come wandering in, there was hardly the room for them all, with all this trash, though, Iya the soft jingle of coin tended to change a mans mind as to how cramped a space could be. Gesturing to it all, her voice is loud, and crystalline, Buckets are brought in from the hallway, as well as a beaten up Bookcase, as tall as a Kaldorei, with patches of stain rubbed off, and a small chip off to the side. It smelled of the sea, and it would. Iya had went to one of her few docked ships in the harbor, offering extra pay to those who come to help her on her quest, and having spotted it in the captains quarters, a firm word with him had proved fruitful. Now, standing, watching as her bidding was done, she smiled softly at the thought, her lovers face, seeing the room, in all its splender as one of her mates “Swabbed the deck.” so to speak, another taking care of the numerous paper boxes from one of the local inn’s, probably the Golden Keg, the scent of Pandarian food strong. Licking her lips, soon the Books against the wall her neatly stacked on the shelf, it was truely amazing the amount of space they had freed up. Another began washing what little counter she had, as the third began hauling trash out. Stepping forward, Even Iya dirtied her hands, something the crew members stared at for a moment, only to continue on with their work as she hummed softly, her voice twining through the house as she sang softly, her nimble hands slowly scrubbing, and washing the dishes one after another, replacing,and filling her cupboards.

Another hour went by, and then two, until finally, the Room was sparkling, or as sparkling as it could, the small sink, and toilet of her bathroom, even her shower had been scrubbed from head, to foot, the kitchen table was neatly arranged, the books, and papers literally resting on it neatly folded to each end, Granted, organization, or literacy was not a seaman’s first priority, however Iya gave them an A for effort. With the woman’s bed made, and her Writing desk stocked with fresh Ink, and Quills, Iya finally turns over to her bed. Biting her lip, she reaches down into her satchel, and pulls out a plain looking picture, the woman a lithe Half-elf, wearing her usual blue dress, and a half smile apon her lips. Nestling it gently on the pillow, she straightens it, only to turn, the scent of lemons, and other cleaning products floats through the room, before Iya slowly slips back to the door, gently closing it, only to make her way back towards the Deeptram, she had time, why not enjoy the ride?

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Idle Thoughts.

I’ve been chatting with one of the gnomes here in Ironforge, specifically Tinker Town. They suggested I start keeping a journal to help clear my mind, and alleviate my stress...So, here is page one of my Journal, I suppose, or idle thoughts..Either way. 

I Tend to find myself daydreaming alot, as I work, of places I’ve never been, of things, I’ll never see. I suppose this is a common place thing. As common as a bluebird in the midst of summer, or an ant apon the cobblestone of Stormwind. I think of the being out in the rain, so familiar, like the scent of the sea, or of the the feeling of grass under my back...though I find most of all my thoguths keep traveling back to a particular individual. In Gilneas, I never had people close to me, other than my father. There were friends, and there were acquaintances, but never someone I held dear. Never someone I was ever truly excited to see. Now though, I find my thoughts ever turning back in time, and eagerly hoping for the future...Blonde hair that shields my eyes from all around, the way she curves her smile, even the sound of her cane hitting the stone. My heart races, and the very meaning of our encounters comes to question...

I’ve never truly been a nice person, though none will ever tell you as such. I give to charity, because it makes my business look as though it cared...I help those on the streets to spread my reputation. But I’ve never, truly cared. At one point in my live, months ago. I was nearly married. Enagged to a beautiful woman who had barely a coin to her name. McKenzie, was her name. A butcher of old town...when we split, I was heart broken. Her adventures ate into her time, and though I had wished to be with her, it could not have worked. Now, months later, I find myself at a cross roads. I find a woman who, for no less words than I can muster, cares, maybe even loves me...When I’m with her, I do not feel the coldness that has wrought itself in my soul since leaving Gilneas, nor do I feel the burning of my magics, so deep in myself, corrupting me, twisting me into what they wish...that demon’s magic, as some may put it. I am conflicted..When I am with her, I have thoughts, of normalcy, of a place not so dark, or devoid.  She thinks of me as innocent, at times, and at times, at least, with her...I am. I am innocent, I’m loving...I care for her...Damn all that lives I care for her in ways that I can not fathom. She pushes me..makes me wish to be a better person, and in ways, since meeting her..I am...I find myself, girly, at times, giggly, even. She makes something inside me shine, something I had thought lost apon leaving Gilneas, only once recovered through McKenzie...I find my heart bursting through mine chest, beating, leaving me breathless when I catch sight of her, in my dreams, or in front  of me...who is this woman who cares,so much, and captures my soul...oh, the irony, in a trade where souls are peddled, and used as nothing but magical fodder...I find myself trapped...I undertook this art in order to protect those who I love...but never had I thought to find one to love. Not again, not since the first...Now that I have found it...am I worthy to keep it?...Oh Kimi...

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The Night After

The Slender Half-elf made her way through the quiet halls of Ironforge, not a sound, save the soft footfall of her own boots, and the shuffle of guards posted throughout the cavernous halls.  Finding herself in the soft glow of the Mystic District, she smiles softly, reaching down to smooth out her pants. 

Looking at her, one would find a small, delicate woman, with soft, alabaster skin, much like one might find on a doll. With With Slender, pointed ears, and brilliant, baby blue eyes.

Sliding her hands over the lock of her humble abode, she slowly pushed in the door, the light of the halls filling the otherwise dark room. Squinting, her eyes peered around, working to adjust to the light, she whispers softly.”...Kimi..” Her voice echos softly through the room, Making her way further inside. Sighing, she slips her hands down, gently peeling her clothes from her body one at a time, stopping at her wardrobe. Slipping on a Sapphire blue babydoll, she stares down at herself, smoothing the fabric down over her curves, stopping where the fabric -just- barely covered her mound. Running her fingers softly over the smooth skin, shivering softly as she felt a few bristles. She’d need to take care of that, she thought to herself, before making her way to bed, stopping at the soft sound of breathing, she stares down, making out the figure that lay apon her covers. Smirking, she  raises her palm, a soft light manifesting in the form of a ball. Staring down at her Blonde bombshell of a partner, her lips curl into a loving smile. Slipping down, legs under her, she leans forward, whispering once more, finding her incapacitated. Biting her lip, she snuffs out the light, reaching forward, hands running over the fine silk of the others clothes. Gently, she begins to strip her, buttons popping, shoes hitting the floor, Until the woman lay unwrapped, face up, lips gently parted, breasts raised toward the heavens. Digging the covers out from under the other, she covered them, hands encircling Kimiriah’s waist, the pads of her fingers running over the gentle the soft swell of her hips as she took her in. She never really had time, unless the other slept, yet, by now, she knew every inch of the woman who shared her bed...though now, with her bandages off, she was exploring new territory, first to her side, running gently over the light deprived skin, frowning softly, only to slip down to her thigh, gently runnign nails over the scar there. Sighing softly, she pulls the woman close, pressing her face against her back, a soft kiss lingering on the womans shoulder as she whispers.”I missed you today...I’m glad I ran into you....its terribly odd, knowing you’re elsewhere.” Swallowing, she licks her lips, before shaking her head.”It’s happening so fast, I just...I don’t want to chase you away. Since McKenzie, I just...haven’t been able to handle such things, like this...personability, Business is one thing, but...” Sighing once more, she shakes her head, giving her a soft squeeze.”Just..don’t leave me, not yet.”  With no answer to quell her fingers, she closes her eyes, holding the other close as darkness enclosed, bringing sleep on its tails.