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@altrxisme

It is a rare thing indeed for Vanora to personally sail with any of her merchandise. Anything that important would have a group of mercenaries protecting it. But Vanora had business to do, business that was easier to deal with in person than by sending ravens back and forth for weeks. The cargo the ship carries is indeed quite valuable, so she views it as killing two birds with one stone. There will still be a group of mercenaries guarding the cargo, but she will be there to oversee. Once she is in Antiva City, however, things are a little less cut and dry. She needs protection from any sort of prying eyes, particularly those who might recognize her and send word to her parents. Physical protection, however, is what she is most keen on. Spies she can handle, but a wealthy woman wandering through a busy city unfamiliar to her? It invites trouble. She settles for nothing but the best in all other aspects of her life, and a personal guard will be no different.

Vanora has received a variety of recommendations on the topic, settling finally on a name and story that stuck out most to her. The name Frost isn’t a common one, and if the woman is who Vanora suspects she is then she imagines her to be trustworthy. Her brother certainly is. And anyone who had trained so much, and with Tal-Vashoth as well, was worthy of respect. Word has already reached her ears that Johanne has arrived in the city, and when she hears the main doors of the estate creak open she knows with certainty that the woman has arrived.

#v;;revolution #{I hope this is okay!}#{Let me know if I've made any mistakes or this needs to be altered in any way.}#altrxisme

Vanora doesn’t quite believe her eyes when she sees the familiar face in the crowd. She’d lost track of Jackson after she’d headed for the Free Marches. It hadn’t been that long, but it was long enough to wonder if he’d ended up dying during the Blight. Weaving through the crowd, dress swishing as she moved, she narrowed the distance between them enough to call his name.

“Is it really you? After all this time?”

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#v;;revolution #{I think it's time they be off that stupid mountain range.}#altrxisme

@vanagandrr

Those marks, the pale intricate pattern on tan skin, she knows those brands. It makes Vanora’s stomach tighten uncomfortably. One of Danarius’ pets. Vanora can recall his bragging about his newest favorite. The memory of it makes her skin crawl. She realizes she’s looked too long. Even in the safety of a crowded marketplace, it’s obvious that she’s staring. Quickly she turns her head and busies herself with one of the vendors.

#v;;revolution #vanagandrr #{I hope this is tolerable.}#{I'm in migraine land and more than a little sleepy!}

@canticleofmercy

The tavern isn’t Vanora’s favorite place in the world. As successful as she has become here in Kirkwall there are still things that are best said in areas where the shadows are darkest. When all is said and done she fully intends to leave, but an older man bedecked in familiar armor gives her pause. He looks familiar, not enough to place him, but enough to make Vanora’s brain itch. Perhaps she’d passed him before, but she’s sure the red beard would have made him more memorable.

"I didn’t realize Templars stayed up so late and drank so much.”

#v;;revolution #canticleofmercy #{This is so bad. But I wasn't sure what exactly to do.}#{Also hello!}

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Oops Vanora’s in her underwear || accepting

It’s quite late, Hightown silent as the moon sits high in the sky. Vanora has only just finished up with her paperwork, never letting a task go unfinished at the end of the day. She extinguishes the oil lamps in the study, carrying the smallest of them with her out into the estate. The hall lamps are all dimmed and then extinguished one by one as she passes by.

Her room is too cool for her, the night carrying in the cool ocean air, and she closes the windows. Setting the lamp down, she heads for her wardrobe, pulling out her nightgown and laying it on the bed. One of the servants had drawn a bath for her before heading home for the night, but that was hours ago and the water has long since chilled. All it takes is some well-placed flames in her palms to heat the water again. She sheds her clothes, almost completely divested of them when she hears the floorboards creaking.

Freezing, she spins around where she stands, shocked to see a familiar face in the darkness. Even if she couldn’t make out his features, the lyrium brands are unmistakable.

“Fenris? What the hell are you doing in my home?” she snaps, grabbing for the nearest towel to cover herself up.

He looks about as thrilled as he always does when speaking with her, but before he can muster a reply she’s shouting at him.

"Get out! NOW.”

She doesn’t hear what he says as he turns his back to her, but she swears she hears him mutter witch under his breath.

“Whatever it is you need, it can wait until the morning. And next time, you can knock like anyone else.”

#;;answered #v;;revolution #{Boy what you doing in my house??}#{gtfo I'm going to bed.}#breakhischains

Rough touch ;)

Rough me up || accepting

25. Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

It wasn’t often that Vanora came down to the docks outside of her business. The place wasn’t exactly the nicest, and she stank of fish and sweat long after she’d returned home. Still, sometimes it was nice to be reminded about the people who kept it all going, the ones who loaded and unloaded the goods that kept her living comfortably. And Neil was usually conveniently in the area, whenever he wasn’t on one of his misadventures.

Of course, she isn’t able to wander around without doing some work. She trusts Neil to keep an eye on things, now that he’s not so involved in the work down here, but she likes to double check. Since he’s nowhere to be seen she heads down to the ship by herself. It’s one she’s hired before. The captain is a good man, and his crew a loyal one. She paid him enough to keep them all happy, and they never pried. It was a good situation for the both of them.

She pays no heed to the quiet stillness of the ship. The captain and his crew were off for the day, resting up and enjoying a brief reprieve from the sea before heading out to the North for another trip. Vanora liked things running smoothly, and she wasn’t stupid enough to think pushing them hard would get her anywhere long term. So she walks slowly along the deck, examining all the cleats and ropes and bits of a ship that were entirely foreign to her. Beyond swimming and calm rides on little ships meant for reclining on the water she had no experience with seafaring vessels.

There was no way that she could know that the stillness wasn’t due to a lack of crew aboard, but due instead to a presence lingering just below her feet. Unsure whether or not her cargo had been loaded up--nothing particularly exciting for the return voyage--she made her way down into the belly of the ship. She’s been shown it all before, reassurance from the Captain that the ship was well suited to protecting all her investments, and so she retraces her steps to seek out her wares.

Only when she’s found the crates does she realise that something is...off. Turning on her heel she peers into the darkness, wondering who, or what, could be lingering there. Her mind churns, fingers clenching into fists in preparation for some sort of fight. Something comes at her from the shadows beside her, knocking her over behind the crates of cargo.

“What on earth--”

Hips press against her, arms against her elbows to keep her from moving, legs against her calves for the same effect. She’s completely pinned, and very much ready to burn the ship down if it means getting out of this.

“Shhh, they’re still here.”

She recognizes the voice, mouth opening to question Neil, when she hears the shuffling of feet. Vanora barely breathes, waiting for the quiet voices fade away as feet trudge up the stairs. Finally, satisfied that they’re alone again, Neil rolls off her. Vanora stands, dusting off her clothes and shooting a suspicious look at her companion.

“And what exactly were you doing lurking around in the shadows and attacking ladies?”

He chuckles, shrugging it off as though knocking her over and pinning her to the ground in the shadows of a ship was completely normal.

“Saw some unsavory folks wandering towards the ship. Had to make sure they didn’t get handsy with the goods. Seems like they didn’t find anything interesting. Couldn’t have them changing their minds when they saw you.”

Neil just grins at her as Vanora rolls her eyes, sighing exasperatedly at his obvious amusement.

"Well, I suppose I should say thank you. Except that you ripped my dress, and I’ll have bruises all over for weeks. Be glad that I like you so much, Neil, or we would have a serious problem.”

#v;;revolution #{Oh Vanora #always getting into such shenanigans.}#{Neil's antics are rubbing off on you. Enough adventures and craziness.}#{Go back to work lady.}#hidinginhumor

@fenrirtevi, {x}

“Don’t get smart with me, Fenris. I would very much like to avoid any blowback from your suicidal desire for vengence.”

#v;;revolution #{Any time Vanora gets emotional is amusing.}#{If only because she's such a level headed jerk most of the time.}

@falconsarrow

The meeting had been much anticipated--a handful of Kirkwall and Starkhaven’s most powerful merchants meeting to discuss the future. There were trade agreements and details of said agreements to be worked out, and older ones to be re-worked. Of course, the Merchants of Kirkwall were more than aware what an opportunity it was to show off their wealth and power. It was a cruel twist of irony that Vanora had ended up in Kirkwall instead of Starkhaven--they were a much more refined people. The ships from Starkhaven had begun to dock, and the Hightown market was coming alive. Vanora stood before the large stand that her goods occupied. It was placed nearly dead center to the market, and boasted one of the three largest spaces--it was a testament to what she had accomplished there.

“The vase needs to be moved to the right. The jewels are blocking the filigree and they clash. And the bow-- it’s ancient. Don’t set it on the table like that. The display rack behind you is here for a reason. We cannot have people handling something so old.”

The finishing touches are made just as the first wave of Starkhaven merchants arrive --and thus the long week began.

#v;;revolution #falconsarrow