Wolves Trading Co

[wra-revelry-blog]

SHOUT OUT! Thank You!

To all the guilds that have put their time and effort in, the Midwinter Night’s Revelry lead organizers want to make sure we take a moment to give a quick shout out of thanks for your patience, creativity and hard work to help make this event a success.

Yesterday we saw a bunch of fun activities - some a bit overlapped and at least one needed to be rescheduled, but overall, everyone seemed to be really having fun, being patient and extending goodwill and gratitude. It was with great satisfaction that we overheard people recollecting stories from the Round Robin Story Circle, when we heard people giggling in glee over getting to speak to the characters from the Tirisfal (super funny parody characters!), suddenly being sucked into a bizarre murder and heist in the Murder Mystery event, enjoying impromptu performances by the Tarts at their booth, winning prizes and getting to know the guild sponsors present at the festival. 

Intoxication apologizes profusely to Tirisfal Theatre Troupe for any blood trails and sending a bunch of bloodied and battered brawlers to the play which told us all a tale of Garrosh Hellsqueal trying to steal our Winters Veil out from under us!

Today has more fun things in store for you, so start out by going and finding a companion date with Shadethorn Acquisitions delightful spin on a date auction which is sure to tease your taste buds and then head on off to watch and participate in the many fun activities! Let’s make it a day of GUILD pride as you get ready for the colors contest, the PVP duels, the poker games, drunken musical boxes, jousting and the drop dead gorgeous Succulent Tarts performance as well as the beautiful Dae!

Wind it down with the heartwarming plays and performances by Windsong Herd, Wolfmane Tribe and the Tirisfal Theatre Troupe!

While you’re doing all that, join Intoxication as they share movies for people to enjoy.  Also feel free to stop in and chat in the public discord for the Revelry, and to listen to the newly established WrA Radio show and/or watch the live stream of the event including interviews and commentating by our own celebrity cosplay beauty and lovely RP mage, @nimuehdraemberfury and her partner in comedy, the distinguished albeit often drunk @dariuszfrostblade! View Here!

See you on the festival grounds all of you amazing people, both festival revelers and planners alike!

If you need anything, please contact any one of our lead planners or drop a note in our inbox here (we’ll be checking periodically all day): Demytrya @roewyn Lledwyn @lledwynlomeriel Azriell Lisza @devilsdaughter2

@thedragonlorenews @shadethorn-acquisitions @succulent-tart @thetirisfaltheatretroupe @wolfmanetribeblr @gildedlotusco @wra-radio @dae-shadowvale @wolvesof-winter @scions-of-antiquity 

[flaxinmalache]

Feeling a bit wrathful with our envy...

“He’s still not brought us our silk. That worthless piece of shit. Xin’s given him what he hasn’t earned for the last time.” “You want me to fuck em up for you, boss?” "I want you to fuck him up for all of us. And then I want my fucking silk.”

@sicarius-wra might want to hurry, for the night the @wolvesof-winter and  @intoxication-wra went cultist hunting with the @scions-of-antiquity they came back a bit–

                                        Out of sorts, we’ll say. 

Some…Hasty things were said between @flaxinmalache and @crescenttorque  and it’s probably a bit too late to take them back. 

The sins are washed away from the mind now, but the ball is still rolling~

[fallingfromme]

Inspirational

[mundanemike]

@intoxication-wra @wolvesof-winter 

[wolf-queen]

public opening.

     There she stood, a small umbrella held over her to keep the cool rain from soaking her further. She waved a hand, denying the shelter as her eyes stared out towards the docks. It had been months since she had lost it all, since she had been kicked so low that she was unsure she would rise again. That was the thing about Celestine Winters, she always rose back up. More phoenix than wolf, some would assume. Rising from the ashes, she came to the conclusion that she held properties and businesses that could flourish without the assistance of others. Though, to have allies was beneficial. She would grow, but starting on her own. 

    Crimson eyes glanced over her shoulder as rain tricked down her ebony lashes. This was home, home long before she had made herself comfortable in another’s port. This was her home. One of them. A smile grew upon her face as she looked towards Faethrunn and nodded. “Send out the missive, drop the wards.” She whispered through the soft patter of rain hitting his umbrella before turning on her heeled boot and making her way towards her gently lit tavern.

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[thebuildingcacophony]

💭

Inspired Music: 

Ilyea continued her walk within the twilight; the cool airshaking away the thoughts of what transpired. Erudition was always morehospitable around this time as less people were around to break her train ofthoughts. The cool air felt right waking her up from her pre-meditation status,as her bare feet hit the train of the dirt along the ground.

Out of the corner of her eye, a mournful howl pierced thewinds and Ilyea turned her head just enough to watch the hind legs of a wolfbound past. One couldn’t see a creature like that and not have her thoughtsmove towards a certain individual; Celestine.

“I have heard her name whispered to me plenty in the comingnights within the row upon that stupid abandoned cart or from different lipswithin Sunspire port to know who she is. Lledwyn for whatever reason had someinterest in her but that’s something that I don’t bother thinking about.” Ilyeasmirked to herself as that thought left her before continuing.

“While it may not seem like much, she is someone that I havelearned on a greater level then any lover could say they could while stillremaining on the fringes like an acquaintance. People can wax poetry about unboundwinds, infernos and wolves until they are blue in the face because of the behaviorshe wears around those.

Her blood sends something else to be desired of the fewtimes that I wore her essence anyways.

The strength of Celestine’s character is involved with thecompany she keeps, and those that make up her “pack.” Out of all the peoplethat I interviewed or observed, they all have a reason to fight for her; tolove her. The wolves that she keeps figuratively or metaphorically are as muchas the bond that makes up Celestine then the woman herself.

It showed in the way the way her family fretted when shedied, how much her unholy undead guy thing went out of his way to do what hedid, how many lives were caught up in her tempest.

I wouldn’t have met Kael if it wasn’t for what I decided todo with her blood anyways, nor would just found the limit of using such a poweras well.

When someone has that many friends, and that many enemies;it’s easy to see how possessive and worried she becomes of her “wolves.”

They make her as much as she makes them. “

Ilyea wandered near the path where she had seen the wolfcounting the dozens of paw prints where its pack had wandered close for food.

“At first, I wondered if it was really her blood that hadcaused all those people to exist her near, if she was manipulating them due tothings that I’ve experienced in years past but it’s not that at all.

She has a charisma that brings people to her like the eye ofthe storm, red and powerful as well as seductive and smooth.

People aren’t coming to Celestine to become her enemy, butto perhaps gain some of the unbreaking loyalty that she gives to her wolves.

Maybe that’s why I went through the lengths to correct herdeath as I did. To have that kind of an ally is powerful and better to be onher good side, then her bad side. “

Ilyea decided not to follow the paw prints moving back intothe safety of the wards as the traveled along the outside of the hamlet.

“One cannot help though but to consider that with all thebreaks in her blood, and all the rituals that she has gone through that thetempest is a storm that has lost its path. It’s goal. The same swirling chaos Irecognize as a thin line of similarity between us both; needs something tofocus its magic on or else it just breaks everything apart.

Perhaps Theron can provide a bit of guidance for her butwith what I felt in her blood; I doubt it.

He probably has more hands full with her then anything Icould provide.

Hopefully when our paths cross again, it’ll be under bettercircumstances.

Conclusion: Treat Celestine as much as you wish to be treated. Do not come under any false pretenses as she will sniff them out. Come with honesty and politeness. Do not attempt to trick, fool, or manipulate this woman.”

Ilyea giggled at the thought of Celestine and her meetingnext and they happen summon an old god with their rate of catastrophes andTheron’s face at doing that. Twirling on her foot, the mage broke into an easyjog into a random direction with a smile on her face.

 @wolf-queen (Mention:  @theron-darksunder, @lledwynlomeriel (Wolves of Winter tumblr if there’s one)) 

(Thank you for the Prompt Wolf Queen) 

[damehenesey]

unknown banners.

“Captain! Dame!” Her first mate called from aboard the ship, leaning over the rail to point south towards the magical dance within the darkening sky. Henesey muttered something under her breath, making the man before her stiffen before she handed him a set of rolled scrolls and extended her hand out for the bag of coin. He dropped the purse into her hand and she gave him a lazy salute as she counted the coins within the pouch. 

“Captain!” A growl left her lips as she turned to peer at him, glaring. “Wha’?” She barked, seeing his hand point. Her gaze followed it to the ‘beacon’ leagues away. “Someone called for an S.O.S.. How do you respond, Captain?” He called out, furrowing his brows. “Send word to the General, dig up the anchors. Even if she doesn’t agree, we will see what it is.” 

He pushed off the railing and slipped below deck, making a few call outs to those who were just barely starting to rest. “Get up! S.O.S. - We move!” He hollered to the crew. Pressing his fingers to a jeweled snowflake pin, he inhaled slowly and cooled his tone. “General. We have just spotted what looks to be a Horde S.O.S. signal. How do you wish for us to respond?” He waited for a moment, lowering his head as his hand pressed against his small worn out desk. 

“Have you finished the meet? If so, head there. I’ll get your location shortly and meet you there. Send a word out to Joie who is at the south of Tanaris to head into you. Wolves able and ready will meet up with the closest ship to lend their aid. Tell Henesey to watch the mountains, swing wide.” He nodded and quickly tucked the pin into his coat pocket before sprinting back the stairs. 

[ @wolf-queen @nyxtin-lethre @wolvesof-winter @intoxication-wra ]

[nyxtin-lethre]

sparks fly.

Joie kicked her feet against the sand, sighing softly as she waited for a meeting to start. “Why can’ ya eva’ be on time?” Just as she finished speaking, the call came through on her comm, causing her decorated ears to flick towards the sound of Henesey’s first mate and her mother. Gnawing upon her lip, she grabbed her boots and stumbled towards her ship. “Aye! Yan’ her up! We go’ ta go!” She called, tossing her boots across the deck as she hopped up the stairs and pulled out a map. Setting her pin down, she slid it across the map towards the north, watching it as it changed colors as she got closer to where Henesey’s ship was currently sitting. “North, we are goin’ north. We will run righ’ inta’ them whenever they ge’ there. Maybe tah closa’ I ge’, we can see tah S.O.S. they be talkin’ ‘bou’.” 

She looked around, furrowing her platinum brows. “Fer real? MOVE!” She hollered, throwing the map towards her crew that stood there with a confused look upon their face. The map fluttered and fell quite short of the distance she intended. “Do I hav’ta do everythin’ muhself?” Within moments, the crew drug their feet and pushed to respond to her calls, grumbling about just arriving and not getting paid for the meeting that never took place. As they started to push off of the little cove, a goblin waddled his way into sight, yelling for Joie as he held his papers. “Sorr’eh! Ya snooze, ya loose.”

[ @wolf-queen @damehenesey @wolvesof-winter @intoxication-wra ]

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[zaderick]

[ The Banshee’s Wail ]

Dawn was rising in Westfall, and Zaderick turned to his beloved, memorizing his features as if this journey would take months, when in reality it would be a few short days. Every night was an adventure, and even after finding a chest full of treasure that particular evening, no glimmering gem or coin in its cache compared to the shining star that held his heart before him.

           “Promise you’ll come back.”

                                       “I will always come back, Dalah’surfal.”

It was not Zaderick McGowan who stood on the deck of The Banshee’s Wail, but Killian Essex, Captain of the Black Maw, Commodore of the Wolves of Winter in service of the Black Admiral Winters, even in death. A death that was temporary, they all hoped. Killian gave a nod towards The Blood Howl where Joie de Vivre, Captain of the Sparks, stood at the helm. His gaze turned to The Bleeding Heart where his own Quartermaster Leif Landvik of the Black Maw stood at the ready, awaiting orders. The Banshee’s Wail held most of the Wolves as they made their way towards Icecrown.

The small fleet would leave from the Ravenport, Gilneas and head towards Onslaught Harbor that once belonged to battle-hardened Scarlets near Jotunheim, Icecrown. It would be their best bet to getting into Icecrown safely and without the need to scale the icy walls of the glaciers to the north and east of the region.

“Prepare for below freezing temperatures,” he warned the Wolves.

“These ships are equipped with icebreakers, so we should run into little to no trouble clipping through icy waters. That being said, kraken infest the waters to the north, so we will be ready, should a defense be necessary. If you forgot any enchantments to keep your clothing warm, see me before we make it to the Frozen Sea. Once there, my attention will be on the waters and our destination.”

The redheaded human paced the deck with his hands clasped behind his back as his black and silver cloak trailed behind him. Once he was done speaking to the Wolves, he pulled his fur-lined hood over his head and began to shout orders to the ship’s crew. They began to work in unison, almost mechanically like a well-oiled machine to unfurl the deep crimson and onyx sails that to the unsavvy would appear reminiscent of those that the Bloodsail Crew brandished. The hull of the Wail was a bloody burgundy, while that of the Heart and Howl were mahogany and black respectively. Killian spoke into his communicator, then watched as the sails of the other ships dropped to catch the winds. Their journey would take over twenty four hours, but it gave the Wolves time to think and prepare for what lay ahead.

@wolvesof-winter, @wolf-queen, @nyxtin-lethre, @leif-landvik

[sunspireport]

Master List of Ships & Captains

[The following is a master list of ships and captains currently involved with Sunspire storylines. Ships may not all be open IC knowledge. The purpose of this list for all those currently involved is to be aware of how many ships may be counted in the bay at any given time. As well as be a direction of OoC communication for those looking to get involved. If you ever have any questions regarding Sunspire Port and its stories, captains, etc… Please message the blog directly.]

The Vengeance (Galleon) Captain Saeris Blackblade @crimsynlotus

The Queen’s Gambit (Man-of-War) Captain Kurel An’Diel @kurel-andiel

The Drakonebane (Galleon) Captain Arkhos Ravenscar @arkhos-ravenscar

The Serpent’s Kiss (Galleon) Captain Lucierin Featherblood @featherbloodsisters

The Black Maw (Man-of-War Hybrid) Captain Killian Essex @zaderick

The Aurora (Airship) Commander Darnath Windere @darnath

The Naga’s Fury (Galleon) Captain Jackary Chaoti @jackarychaoti

The JuJu (Dinghy) Captain Big Papa @tinthard

The Broken Sparrow (Full Rigged Ship) General Celestine Winters @wolf-queen

[hey-there-little-red-riding-hood]

[grandynetheroshan-blog]

Foolish.. This is foolish.. Doing this is completely and utterly foolish. What else is one to do when they can’t handle? Truth was, ever since Phlare’s words to her - the words that left her tumbling to her knees and broken for all of the Row to see; Her first love, and her first heartbreak. She’d tried her best to cope with the loss, even seeing him every day hadn’t helped. Having been so close, yet so far away? It was driving her to a dark place; it was maddening. Perhaps it was her lack of a proper upbringing that hadn’t prepared her for the world and the pain that came with it. Where was mother to tell her that it would be alright, that it would get better over time - how everyone has their first. She had lived her whole life knowing that her loss boiled down to the fact that it was always her fault. Her father, her mother.. even her brother. The people who she cared for the most in the world. Now Phlare, and truth was - it was her fault, and he made that abundantly clear every time he’d seen her. If only she had learned how to love properly, without an agenda and without neglect. It was becoming more and more unlikely that someone would have the patience for her peculiar ways and methods of doing things, how she handled them. Helheim for example, the simplest task of leaving a note for Phlare, so he’d at least know of her whereabouts - completely eluded to her. She hadn’t ever needed to answer to someone. Never having to express what she had going on, for all she was raised with was the help, and the help never questioned her; Even though they seen her as family, it wasn’t their place.

Her thoughts and emotions had become clouded, she could feel herself slipping into a darkness. The good Doctor Xarduss had expressed to her that harnessing these emotions would only provide her with power. This was -not- the power she wanted, matter of factly, she’d much prefer to have sacrificed her own magic just to make this internal torment stop. Which brings us to now..

The undead elf had given Gran’dyne the last part of the formula that she had been accumulating for testing, an elixir that would wipe clean the slate - to clear her conscience of Phlare Shadowdancer. All she needed was a fragment of his DNA in order to create the magical culvert modifier, in order to create the perfect pathway into her memory, to erase the specific individual from existence. He wouldn’t have known it, though when she had brought his gifts for return to his ship a few nights ago, she had in fact intended on gathering a fragment of his hair. That plan was cut short, sadly, by the burly old elven protector, Caedus. He’d been mostly elusive the last week or so, though figures he had been there at the exact moment she needed him to not be. She would have to find another way– and she did. Returning home to her estate, she had felt defeated, lost. Wallowing in her own tears and pain - until she remembered a very important fragment that had the answer to her predicament. Her dress. The same dress that she had worn to the Wolve’s Ball. She still had the blood covered rags stored away in hopes of having the gown remade and altered with fresh and new fabric, a reference if you will. His very life essence did the trick and was added to the concoction, causing the violet liquid to darken with purple and crimson.

It was finally ready, and she could finally be free from her torment. She had told Xarduss her mind was made up, and that she was certain of her decision, risks and all - but was she? All she needed now was the courage to down the damn draught and pray that her fail-safes and friends who she had informed would be able to handle whatever aftermath came next. Yet for some reason none of that worried her.. the only unsettled anguish now was accepting the loss of the loss - precious memories she most likely would never get back.

A tear would grace the pale, porcelain flesh as manicured thumbs pull the cork from the glass container in her hands. 

“Even if this goes horribly wrong.. alternatives? I endured hell itself, and still this hurts too much.. Anything is better than this..” she muttered to herself reassuringly with unknowing ignorance.

 ( Mentions: @xardus @phlareshadowdancer @wolvesof-winter)

[plaguemageddon]

"So quick to follow, to heel. It is that kind of loyalty that will drive you up within the ranks, yet it is also that loyalty that could end your life much quicker than you expect. I do wonder what is in it for you. Not many like you need the money. What is it that motivates you to stay? Or is it the pretty little devils you are seeking?"

A low chuckle followed the upturn of Shoggoth’s pale lips. “But, sweet sickly thing, my life has already been ended once. Am I to fear the kiss of Mistress Death a second time?” Lichfire eyes turned on the speaker, as the orc leaned closer, saying sweetly, “Even my soul is forfeit now. My only possessions are my corpse, my tongue, and my talents with each. I live as a truly free being, with no binds but the ones I choose. And I have chosen the Wolves. 

“So I shall stay, brewing my delightful diseases and admiring the pretty little shadows that whisper coy words in my ears. There are worse ways to live in the ecstatic anguish of undeath than surrounded by perilous challenges, untamable souls, and shapely figures.”

@laniarimelna, @aevelarsunstriker, @wolf-queen

[hey-there-little-red-riding-hood]

[wolfs-haven]

Recruitment

[ A flyer hangs with in your reach.. The writing is small and messy, a large image printed to the middle of the parchment. ]

                 Wolf Haven

[ A Mercenary guild that focuses primarily on assassination jobs and bounty hunting jobs. ]

Currently recruitment is opened up.

Iotas Needed - Medics

Lambdas Needed - Hunters & Killers

Epsilons Needed - Front Liners

Higher ranking spots currently open. Test your luck.

 Alpha :|: Faelanori

Alpha’s Mate :|: Kirito

Beta :|: Faerthurin

[ Speak with them for a spot with in the unit. ]

[thefirstperished]

Sunshine and Hope

(( Second Song Written on the Driftwood Guitar.))

Sleep was no longer something he could hold off on, it was something needed and yet, Mr. Blaque managed to push it away with a few strums of strings alongside a few glasses of scotch. Even though he was lost in paperwork most of the day, the man had finally decided to take up his daughter on her offer, moving his things out of the inn and onto her ship while she was away. He thought perhaps the sight of seeing her father taking the first steps to helping them have some type of a relationship would make her smile when it seemed all the world was going to hell. She was the bright spot in his life now and with the chance to see her sister Hana; life seemed to be netting more good than he was losing. A new song started to flow from the strings below his fingers, a second song written from the inspiration and hope brought on by the thought of his daughters; a phrase he wasn’t sure he would ever get used to.

Another trying day had passed as he sat on the deck of the Sparks, staring up at the stars above Sunspire Port. So many conversations held that he wasn’t sure how he made it through each of them without passing out from either shock or lack of sleep. The conversation with Kurel went casually better than most of their conversations did, the Trade Lord even admitting that if it were not for Mr. Blaque; he wasn’t sure that the port would ever get off the ground. He knew better than to tell anyone those words were spoken by the man, knowing full well Kurel would deny them til the end of Blaque’s own days. It was nice to know his work was appreciated, that he simply wasn’t seen as doing this for coin or because he got something out of it but because Blaque truly wished to help. Kurel even gave the man a chance to release some of his own stress in finishing the docks by giving Blaque a few of his own crew to help with the repairs. “ I hope he actually tells them that they are to help me, Shade; otherwise that conversation will be as worthless as a crow in a crow’s nest.” Those words caused the new Raven he was stuck with to caw, causing Blaque to flick some scotch at the bird; “ I said -crow-, you fucking .. Why am I arguing with a bird.”

Flicking the strings with his right hand only, Blaque picked up his glass of scotch and gargled it a bit; washing the taste of the day from his mouth. His crimson hues moved to glance at the General’s ships, remembering the offer Kurel made most assuredly that would be seen to. Without consulting her, Kurel offered that she may have people able to help restore the docks, that they would be more than willing to do so; Kurel did not truly know her people, did he? Blaque had no hesitance in thinking that Firefly and perhaps one other would help him, perhaps even the General herself but the ones under her command; he knew better than to think they saw him any differently than the Copy and he knew just how hard old hatreds died. But perhaps with all this hope going about, these words of appreciation, he would actually be surprised with the help he received.

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[raineymunokami]

Their paw prints lead you along trails of discovery and insight. To look in their eyes forever imprints your heart. To hear their howl forever marks your soul. To connect with them, forever bonds your spirits.

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