Holt and Thorne Trading Company

“Wars over kid. What now?” An idle sailor asked.

“We made our money...now we...celebrate I suppose.” The young captain replied.

“Sure. What about after? How do we make -more- money? How’re you and your brother going to make more with this ship!” The sailor laughed as he pointed out the make of a ship. The boys had done it, the war had progressed and they’d managed to capture and then repurpose a Zandalari ship. It went well to smuggle goods to needy alliance soldiers. The Horde has not a clue the humans that operated the ship. Their survival atleast suggested that.

The young captain smiled. “We go home now. David. We go home. Well maybe not home I’d like to have my fun before responsibility kicks in completely. Just...a few more months should be fine. They’ve not asked about us. Right? Everything should be fine. We’ll land in Stormwind, celebrate. As for more money making? We’ll find out what to do about that in the future. I’m sure Roland will find another way to entice us all for gold, girls, and glory.” Then a thought struck good old Rhett whilst he stood on the upper deck. “David.”

“Yes captain?” David just...observed. He knew at the end of the day a pair of hopeful idiots ran the ship. Very...very lucky boys. But idiots. “Do I look -too- much like my brother?”

“You are identical twins. Mister Vanburen.”

“That is Lord Vanburen to you. Roland can be ‘Mister Vanburen.’” Rhett rolled his eyes with a slight grin appearing on his lips. “Well I’m going to change that. New big city new dreams. I’ll just...dye my hair! Yes. That’ll do. I’ll color it, but some new gear. It’ll be swell and the color washes out before we go home. Perfect plan.”

David just shook his head. “Sure. Good luck kid. Good luck.”

“Thank you David. I’m glad we hired you! You’ve been a wonderful first mate and as promised when we get back everyone gets paid appropriately for how we did during this war.” Rhett bobbles his head up and down quite eagerly. It was a nice sum of gold they’d made transporting goods to dangerous areas.

“Where’s our Tidesage? We need to head to Stormwind Clarissa! The tides won’t magically turn this big hunk of troll junk without you dear!” Rhett chimes in a friendly way. It’d been months of back and forth. Rhett was the captain and Roland handled accounting. It just worked that way.

Rhett went down below though, he’d stuck on the idea of changing. Independence sounded wonderful. To not match his brother in the new city? Perfect. He’d write a simple letter to send to both his uncle and father. Whomever got it first with how far away it all was.

‘Dear family,

We aren’t dead. Wars over and were in Stormwind for awhile for repairs to our ship and celebration. We’ll be home soon. Also. Is the Sudden Seabreeze a bad ship name? Blame Roland for the ship getting that name.

Yours truly,

The boys.’

The letter was sealed with wax, the signet ring of the Vanburen household put to use just once in many months. He’d have that sent through the mage mail to both men addressed for it. Stormwind and a new look here we go!

(A post for my and the twins absentness. Enjoy. *bows*

She hated being alone and during Rowan’s trips, meaning she often stayed longer at work or school to avoid being alone in their apartment longer than necessary. Having peace while in solitude was an impossible feat for Georgina but lately… lately, she was craving it. For the first time ever in her life, she feigned being sick so she could go home early and just be. She was more than ready for the lecture she’d likely receive from her husband who was insisting on escorting her everywhere she went, but she just wanted to experience some solitude for once.

Even Gideon had noticed that she had been acting differently, more reserved than was customary for her to be. How could she explain to anyone how she felt more lonely now than she ever had before? And the one thing she wanted to tell Rowan, she discovered that she was keeping it to herself with each passing day. 

Up high in the loft that she had converted into a study area, she sat in an oversized white sheepskin covered bean bag chair, scribbling words along a page in her journal. Three knocks came from the door, sundering the quiet atmosphere in two and Georgina could have sworn that her heart stopped. The threat her father-in-law had made hadn’t been forgotten and now she questioned if he was going to make good on it. She didn’t move and just stared at the door, becoming convinced that if she didn’t move, didn’t answer then he would go away. Knock, knock, knock. The series of knocks sounded a little more insistent this time and she heard her name being called by a feminine voice from the other side. She stood up to descend the narrow spiral steps that connected to the main level, feeling every heartbeat up in her throat as if she were walking to the gallows with her life on the line. Did she really want to open the door? She didn’t feel like she had a choice and she knew the curiosity of who it could be would eat at her if she didn’t.

She slowly opened the door and felt the air get sucked out her lungs with a gasp. More than seven months had passed since she last saw the raven-haired beauty standing in front of her. Her hair was neatly combed half up and her skin had a healthier glow than Georgina could ever remember seeing it. “Nadia,” she breathed, remembering all too vividly how she had banished her own sister and the regret that followed her afterward. 

Bright hazel eyes that mirrored Georgina’s watered along the lash line as she took in the sight of her baby sister. Nadia stepped forward and pulled her little sister in for a hug. “Sunshine.” 

As far as she could remember, Georgina had always been the good one. The good daughter, the good sister, the good girl, the good student, the good employee. Boundaries and laws that gave assurance as to where safety lay. She prided herself on being good. She thought herself a good wife. Caring, attentive, affectionate, supportive. Everything a good wife should be.

Should be.

There was such a heavy burden with those two words, one that she could feel the crushing weight upon her shoulders. Anarchy had barged into their neat and comfortable life and threw a wrench into every plan and timetable they had laid out. How could she be a good wife when her husband was being shanghaied back into the life he had worked tirelessly to leave behind? When such uncertainty as to if he would even be alive in the next week plagued her heart with every beat? 

Georgina could feel her soul slinking back inwards to isolate herself against such dangers that awaited. Little could be said and done when she knew the consequences of resisting. Chaos was King here and there was no end to its rule in sight. 

Seeking employment in a fun, close-knit guild? Look no further than ‘The Lace Lounge’! A brothel ran by Madam Eliceyn Kestavin, she strives to create a neutral place for any people from both the Horde and the Alliance to come and forget their troubles, but also bring in those down on their luck, and needing employment. ‘The Lace Lounge’ isn’t just where one can go to fulfill their fantasies, it is also where one can find friendship, and be in a relaxing setting.

Currently, we are looking for the following:

General Staff: Chefs, Servers, Bartenders, Guards

Entertainers: Singers, Dancers, Musicians (Ones suitable for a lounge setting)

Escorts: Both men and women, but they MUST be legal adults (Both IC and OOC!)

Benefits of working for ‘The Lace Lounge’ include:

Low-rent Employee Room and Board (meals and utilities included)

Competitive Wages (Some even negotiable)

On-Call Medical Assistance (Provided by ‘The Lace Lounge’)

OOC Requirements:

MUST be 18+! This is a no exception rule!

Discord is required! It is where we post all of our updates, and of course, organize who is doing what when we open for business!

We are an LGBT Friendly guild and expect our members to be the same!

TRP3/MRP + Cross RP due to us being cross-faction!

Already in a guild but seeking employment? Inquire with us!

We are open to outsourcing to other roleplayers who wish to come work with us; bartenders, escorts, and especially entertainers!

OOC Guild Details:

Location: The Lustris Isle (OOC: Dawn’s Blossom, Pandaria)

Open Times: Bi-weekly on Fridays (Starting July 5th!)

Time Open: 5pm server to 8pm server (Bar closes at 6:30 server!)

     Now, on this beautiful morning in the Boralus harbor, Rowan had given is daughter the day to prepare for returning to her final year of school and instead spent the day reorganizing the way the third deck was laid out to see if he could fit the cargo more efficiently for larger transports. Larger shipments meant that Georgie’s school would be paid for, and there would be enough left over for the baby Rowan had been eager for since before their vows. “Three months down… three months to go,” he muttered to himself as he brushed his palms together after moving a few personal storage crates to the back. 

     The sudden pounding of footsteps down the ladder well yanked the pools of emerald in his eyes towards one of his crew members descending ass first into the cargo deck. “Oi, Cap’n.” He paused to take a breath and lean up against the railing for a quick rest. “Some righ’ arse is up ‘n threa’in’ half th’ crew if’n he don’ speak with ya righ’ away.” He crossed his arms of his chest, dragging the message out so he could get a few extra moments of breath in before heading back up to work. “Says he’s from Freehold ‘n he wouldn’ mind visitin’ yer Misses Cap’n if’n yer too busy fer ‘im.” 

     The mention of Freehold and anyone from there in a room with Georgie, even with Rowan at her side, forced his gaze to narrow and his jaw to flex beneath his flesh. The last time he’d been in his home port, he’d nearly been beaten to death. Thoughts raced through his mind of who it could be, but none of them prepared him for the man that met his gaze when he reached topside again. Fury was the first thing he recognized coursing through him. He had half a mind to demand he be hung from the crow’s nest right then and there, but then he worried the sheer weight of the massive man might bring the mast to collapse into the rest of the ship. “What in the name of the Lord Admiral are you doing on my fucking ship?” 

     “Rowan! Now boy, that’s hardly a way to greet your father, ain’t it?” The much older, much larger man that had contributed to what made up half of Rowan practically skipped across the deck to clap the Captain on the shoulder. “Lemme tell ya, kiddo, I was nothin’ short of hurt when I found out, second hand no less, that you’d done and got yourself wed and your dear old pops hadn’t been invited.” Rowan narrowed a threatening glare towards him as he turned his golden wedding band with his thumb at the mention of his recent nuptials. 

      “It was a private ceremony, and even if it hadn’t been, you still wouldn’t have been there. Let’s circle back to what you want before I have you drowned in Northrend. Don’t waste my time, Brian.” He watched as Brian drew his arm back from over his son’s shoulder, and leaned back against the railing of the deck, that stupid smirk that Rowan detested above all else on his lips. Something was coming, that’s what that always meant. He always had a way of ruining things when they’ve just begun to get good. 

     Brian sucked a breath into his massive gut and began to idly examine the craftsmanship of the ship he was standing on. For a moment, he paused, thinking that he recognized it. No, it couldn’t be one of Sterling’s… that meant that Rowan would have stolen it. The thought was one that brought a bit of laughter this his robust figure, though he quickly moved on. “I heard your not whatcha used to be, Rowan. A shame, that. You were talented on the water. Of course,” he paused to push away from the railing and pace around the now empty deck of Lady Summer, “I’m not the only one that hasn’t forgotten what you were once. I hope you didn’t think you’d get outta pirating so easily, boy?” That smirk returned as four other men that Rowan recognized as Irontide pirates appeared at the foot of the gangway. “We need money, kiddo. Aren’t ya gonna help your old man out?” 

     Rowan’s Adam’s apple bobbed beneath his chin as he swallowed hard. This couldn’t have been happening - he’d gotten out of this life and left it behind. He hadn’t dealt with the Irontide in fifteen years. To continue the way he was stalling his answer, he took a moment to clear his throat. “What if I refuse?” A bold statement that brought laughter from his father and his rotten toothed goons that had now worked their way up onto the deck with the father son duo. 

     “Then I think it’s high time I met your wifey, boy.” 

     It brought a silence upon him that only his father knew how to bring out. He knew the threat wasn’t empty. If he was making it, he already knew where to find Goergina and exactly how to get to her. “Fine.” It was nothing more than a whisper that cracked before it left his throat. “Fine. Tell me what you need me to do, and then leave my family the hell alone.”

“I wouldn’t have brought it here otherwise.” She said flatly before picking herself up from her chair. “If it eases your mind, feel free to take the box after I’m done. If I can be trusted to, I’ll apply the wards on your home that I have on mine. But I understand if you would prefer to have someone else do it.” Moving into the bag on Ven’s desk, she pulled out various reagents as well as a square wooden shadow box and a wand. Reaching carefully into the box, she gingerly held up the rod and examined it a moment before pressing a finger from her other hand against the middle of it. A small burst of violet and a hole was formed throughout its center. Eyeing the stability of the Arcane Rod, she used her free hand to then uncork a  jar of shimmering green powder and sprinkling its contents into the wooden shadow box. Setting the Arcane Rod back in the box, she picked up a small vial of blue liquid and unfastened the top. “This will help direct you where you need to go.” She said, keeping her gaze on her work. Picking up the Rod again, she poured a generous amount of the blue liquid on one end until she was satisfied it would stick. She paused then, setting the vial down, and the Rod within the wooden shadow box. “Do you really think I would use this against you, after everything we’ve been through?” Her hands continued to work as she glanced briefly up at Ven. Picking up the wand, she traced the outline of the shadow box, leaving etched runes in the wood.

Venreena elected to stand up to watch Sarahni work with all of her reagents, keeping her arms folded against her body. Her fingers curled into her arm at the question and didn’t know whether to feel resentment or guilt. Her throat bobbed visibly before she responded. “I actively taught myself not to trust people…” She admitted quietly and shrugged. “Especially after everything that transpired with Cedrick’s family, I have a tendency to be suspicious.”

The Lace Lounge is still open for recruitment! We are a faction neutral social guild looking for folks from not only Alliance, but the Horde side as well! To serve both parties easily, we even have a corresponding guild for both sides, as seen here:

On Alliance Side, Wyrmrest Accord, it is ‘The Lace Lounge’, and on the Horde side, Wyrmrest accord, it is ‘Lace Lounge’.

The Alliance side is currently maintained by Eliceyn Birch ( @eliceynbirch) and the horde side, though GM in role by Asharin, is ICly and OOCly maintained by Atreyu Silverwing ( @poisonatreyu), as to serve both sides accordingly. And just as well, the entire guild, both alliance and horde, is under one discord server for ease.

Also, to keep us open for everyone around: we are also willing to hire outside help for entertainment! If you wish to perform, feel free to contact any of the officers at the very bottom of the post according to your faction, along with your routines, ideas, etc. Also, please keep in mind that the officers here also have IRL responsibilities and may take time to get back with you.

Currently, we are looking for the following (In no particular order):

General Staff: Chefs, Servers, Bartenders, Guards

Entertainers: Singers, Dancers, Musicians (Ones suitable for a lounge setting)

Escorts: Both men and women, but they MUST be legal adults (Both IC and OOC!)

OOC Requirements:

MUST be 18+! This is a no exception rule!

Discord is required! It is where we post all of our updates, and of course, organize who is doing what when we open for business!

We are an LGBT Friendly guild and expect our members to be the same!

TRP3/MRP + Cross RP due to us being cross-faction!

The Dead sprinted about around him. Tackling men, women and children at full speed and then lurching in for the kill bite, or gouging at throats. Mordnir stood in the middle of the cacophonous sound of battle - or perhaps, in this case, a massacre. The Death Knight himself walked amongst the dead bodies, risen or not. There was something… terribly poetic about the bodies of the previously deceased turning on their own friends and family. It was the least he could do for Lordaeron, for his Knights. He made a promise to those who died, and a promise to the dead can never be broken. A promise to take from the Horde what they had taken from him and his men. Blood for Blood. 

An Orc woman stood in front of him, panting heavily and covered in blood and soot. The fires and dim light of the world around them gave her eyes a hungry glow. A need, a lust for revenge. He could relate. Mordnir reached into his cloak and grasped the hilt of his Runeblade firmly. He could feel the vibrations, the need, the desire to kill radiating from the blade. With a swift, effortless motion, The Widow was free of her bonds and her screams and sobs could be heard even through the cries of those around them. She wailed as Mordnir pulled the blade to his face, then flicked the blade downwards as a salute to the Orcess, she did not reciprocate the motion. Her bloody hands gripped the great axe in her hands and with a cry she lunged forward. Bringing the axe over her head, she dropped the weight of the weapon down to meet Mordnir’s head, but he stepped to the side, spinning the Widow in his hand which accompanied the flourish with a cry. The axe met dirt, but was swiftly brought back up to a back swing, an attempt to throw Mordnir off of his guard. He was not far enough to dodge out of the way of the axe, so he brought his blade up to intercept the axehead. He held the Widow with both hands, one on the hilt and the other halfway down the edge of the blade. The axe clashed with the widow, the much larger woman able to push Mordnir a few inches back, but his weapon was small, lighter. Much easier to manipulate and control, and she controlled herself. The Widow tugged at his hand, Mordnir listened and slid the blade along the haft of the axe to lock The Widow’s crossguard into the beard of the Orc’s weapon, then with a swift jerk, Mordnir twisted the weapon downwards, forcing the Orcess to fall out of her balance. Out of desperation, she grabbed Mordnir’s pauldron for support and pushed down, trying to force him to the ground. He left go of the Widow’s blade with his off hand and held onto her grip, turning his body and putting his weight into her push, bringing the larger woman over his shoulder and into the ground with a hip toss. 

The Orcess grunted, but brought a boot up to his cuirass, sending Mordnir reeling a few feet. This was quickly becoming an annoyance. The Widow mirrored his frustration and tugged at his hand. Mordnir spun as the Orc stood, the blade screaming through the air and biting deep into her shoulder, leaving a nasty and corrupt wound in it’s wake. The Orcess reeled, but returned to attack again. Mordnir was ready this time. The axe swing, Mordnir ducked under the weapon and brought the Widow back up into the Orc’s leg, then reversed his momentum and brought the Longsword back to her flank, another two, festering and corrupt wounds. The Widow vibrated heavily in his hands as he brought the weapon to a high guard next to his face. The sword was now glowing menacingly with Runic power and the point was oriented towards the Orc. She turned, dragging the Axe head along the ground. She was too tired to continue. She spat blood at the Death Knight as a final act of defiance. Mordnir brought the Widow high, then back down at a horizontal cut. The Widow SCREAMED, the wounds arced Necromantic energies at the contact of the blade and in a moment, the Orc’s torso was ripped into gory ribbons. The impact sent a wave of black, concussive force in a short area around him and the recently deceased around them twisted and cracked back to life. 

Mordnir lifted the Widow, and tilted his head at the sword, it seemed to speak to him. Names… titles… Monster…

He was a Monster.. 

The world spun away, for a moment there was just him, and the voices.

“I’m sorry. Got mad for a second.” Her voice was a bit calmer, but there was still that roughness to it. She’d take a moment to collect herself, the features of hers that began to mutate now pulling back, the glow from her eyes slowly fading away as well. Ellie would clear her throat, taking a couple slow, deep breaths before continuing. “Wouldn’t be the first time this brothel houses a monster in it’s walls." 

Mordnir blinked and looked about, nodding his head subconsciously to those at the brothel. He was back at the Lace Lounge. After the last statement about the brothel housing monsters, he offers a smile and looks to the others, lifting his glass almost as if that statement was meant for him.

In his own, twisted way…

Hello all, Ellie here! I know this is somewhat last minute, but it has recently come to my attention that throughout the weekends of June, there will be server wide events in celebration of WoW Pride Month! So there will be a temporary change of schedule for the lounge being open in-game! Now, everyone here at ‘The Lace Lounge’ is LGBTQ friendly, and we support the community, and a good portion of our members are also a part of it! And so, every weekend after the opening on June 2nd, we will be out and about supporting the folks on Wyrmrest Accord, and will be open for anything!  We want folks here to feel welcomed among us, and we didn’t want to take attention away from such a large collection of events that has been planned months ahead of time, BUT below is a schedule during WoW Pride Month and then our regular schedule starting the first weekend of July: June:  Wednesday and Thursday: 5-7pm server time July: Friday through Sunday: 5-7pm server time Now for a disclaimer: Because of the sudden schedule change, whoever is available for the brothel can vary, because as it should be, IRL bearings come first. So during this temporary schedule we ask that folks be respectful and understanding if there are days we’re short-handed or understaffed. For any questions or concerns, please don’t be afraid to DM @eliceynbirch for more information. A special thank you to those who support us, from everyone here at The Lace Lounge. Hope to see you guys soon!

Georgie could smell the chili on the stove all the way in their room where Rowan had not wasted a single moment in carting her back to bed once he had awoken. ‘Let it burn.’ And she was all too happy to let dinner be ruined if it meant spending time catching up with her fiancé. She didn’t want to see him leave again so soon to deliver the next shipment of war supplies. “I want to come with you on your next trip.”

As she spoke, he lowered himself enough to press gentle kisses to the tip of her nose, then across her cheeks like soft, invisible freckles. Quickly, his head swooped down so his lips could find the soft skin of her neck, his teeth teasing a little with the kisses. “I won’t do this shipment.” He lifted himself once more to watch her eyes. “I have to make an appointment with Doctor Graham, and I’ll ask for a note declaring me unfit right away. I’ll have to go on the next two after that before your block is done, but they’ll be quick, my love.”

The renewal of his affection made her want to weep tears of joy, even as her body arched upwards in response to the kisses on her neck. “Have him declare you disabled.” She was only half serious in her rebuttal. The hand that was on his chest came up to his face and traced the outline of his mouth, his jaw, and his brow with delicate fingers, recommitting every feature to memory. “I don’t think you know what you’ve done to me, Rowan Montgomery.” She claimed his lips and rolled their bodies so she was now atop him. There was so much to tell him about what had happened while he was gone but there was only one thing that was consuming her mind. “Marry me.” She didn’t want to wait one more day to be his wife, one more hour even. “Tonight.”

Rowan had only taken a single detour between Venreena’s office and the apartment he shared with his fianceé. He knew she wouldn’t be home yet, but that was okay. The flowers would be a nice surprise when she was released for the day. Upon entering, he took a moment to glance around before tossing his leather bag onto the couch so he could set the flowers in a vase for her to find on the table. 

After arranging them just right, he went back for his bag and dragged himself into their bedroom for a desperately needed shower. His first stop in their bedroom was their shared closet to unload the soiled clothes into a hamper to be washed, but something forced a pause in his little checklist. There were clothes he’d never seen before, some that still had the tags on them. A smile crept over his features as he hand a hand over the silk fabric of one of the blouses to examine. Was this the surprise she’d mentioned? If so, he hoped she knew the fashion show she was going to be forced into. 

Examining the clothes had left him in a better mood then when he’d left Venreena’s office, but he needed a shower. He turned to get into the shower, his shower, and took his time. When he felt sufficiently clean, he wrapped a towel around his waist and collapsed onto the bed, his foot up by his knee so he could examine the fresh scar on his thigh.

In the midst of waiting for Georgie to come home, and relaxing in bed after the shower, Rowan had fallen asleep. The fan on the ceiling was whirring peacefully, creating a more than comfortable amount of white noise and airflow. He was above the blankets,  his head on Georgie’s pillow, with his legs stretched across to his side of the bed. His left arm was draped lazily across his bare torso while his left leg was bent so the arch of his foot was framing his right knee.

Even with the sound of the door shutting and closing, Georgie rustling around in the kitchen, his name on her lips in the open doorway, he only stirred a bit. The tent he had shared with Alex had not been comfortable and the scent of her on the fabric of the bedding soothed him better than the gentle rock of any ocean. 

Home.

He was finally home.

Soft Mentions:

Alex’s eyes went wide as he’d move to sit up. His hands moving to rest within his lap. A moment would go by before he’d speak up, “When and where, my love?” He just gave her a bit of a smile before he’d lean in to kiss her passionately and lovingly. His right hand reaching up into her hair to clench it to hold her lips against his own. His eyes focusing on her own before he’d lean in to nuzzle against her, “I was planning on getting you some jewelry. Guess I’m getting you a wedding ring.” Alex chuckled softly as he’d close his eyes.

Alex watched Eliceyn from above. His beloved laying against him and sleeping soundly as his fingers idly stroked through her long ebony locks. A semi-permanent smile affixed upon his face. His mind’s eye was drawn to designs of rings. Thinking about the sort of ring that Ellie might like. At the moment all he could think about was her, their future together, and the ring he planned on getting her.

He knew they had been drawing even closer, but he didn’t expect her to propose in the slightest. Not that he minded. He didn’t feel like he was the one who needed to propose. But he was certainly happy that it happened.

As she repositioned herself to snuggle even closer to him he’d close to his eyes. And just felt the closeness between them. His fingers slowly stroking up and down the tattoos that sprawled back and forth over her scarred back. He merely uttered a few words.

“I love you, Eliceyn Birch.”

The Lace Lounge is now opening it’s doors!

After weeks of planning, ‘The Lace Lounge’ will finally be opening it’s doors! This event WILL be cross-faction friendly, so be sure to pick up your ‘Elixer of Tongues’ from the vendor in the Broken Isles, Dalaran!

Time: 5pm server time (WrA Server)

Location: Dawn’s Blossom, The Jade Forest, Pandaria

Price for Entry: 15 gold per person (This is RP gold, not in-game gold!)

Food and drinks for the opening will be on the house, in celebration of the establishment opening it’s doors to the public.

Please note that this event will be 18+ only, and if any minors are seen/caught in the event, they will be asked to leave the premises; refusal to leave and/or repeat offenses will result in a blacklist and a ban from future events, even if offenders become of legal age after the incident in question (All attendees MUST be of legal age, both ICly and OOCly!) ‘The Lace Lounge’ is also still open for recruitment for those interested in still joining the ranks! Please see this post here for details! OOC Requirements for the Event:

Must be 18+ IC and OOC

TRP3 or MRP

Cross RP addon + Elixer of Tongues

Wow! It is coming up to almost a year since Holt and Thorne became its own guild! It’s been an incredible journey both ICly and OOCly and I am truly blessed to be surrounded by such amazing people and writers. I have some of my closest friends in here and I love each and every one of them. However, there are understandably some misconceptions about us. It has come to my attention that our association with some people has raised some red flags and I want to take a moment and clear things up.

Holt and Thorne Trading Company is neither ICly or OOCly affiliated with House Holt.

After a heated exchange ICly between Kaidren and Cedrick, Cedrick and Venreena made the decision to break away from the family and start their own lives anew in Boralus. They act on their own free will and do not communicate with Adhelin or any of the main family. @jacob-holt and @allisianaholt are Cedrick’s brother and sister and have distanced themselves from the main family as well. OOCly, we have not interacted with Adhelin or any of the officers in House Holt for nearly a year. We were removed from the House Holt discord without any notice shortly after Holt and Thorne became its own guild and we took that as a sign that we were no longer affiliated or welcome with those we once called friends. It’s bittersweet, but all things must come to an end. 

-Venreena’s Mun