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Warehouse stores - MOVED; Cataloging goods in storeage.
Topic Started: Apr 26 2014, 03:24 AM (18 Views)
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Deaths Lady
(04/25/14 19:00:36 )
[.One of Many.]

V A L I A
VOLSTAGG'S WOMAN
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-Warehouse-]
Is in one of the Warehouses.

says to ALL: I thought not on the axe that sat on the desk, in pristing condition considering what it had been. No longer was the axe gritty with bits of dried blood, bone or gristle. It was once more smooth wood, the worn grip polished until it nearly shone. The metal of the axe head too had been shown the same care. The sharpness of the blade, once clean, gleamed with a light coating of oil. It had took me some time to find a guard that I could convince to show me the proper care of such a weapon. I worried more that I would nick the wood or ruin the finish. But...with assistance, I had managed. Again, I tried to keep focus on my task at hand, the cataloging of the items stored in the warehouse.

I gripped the metal bar and pried open the lid of yet another crate. Exhaling with the exertion, blowing the waving tendrils of hair from my face. The dark strands continued to waft around my face, sticking in places to the slight sheen of sweat that glowed dewy upon pale skin. Had I someone that I trusted, I would have had assistance but for now, I would make do alone. When finally the lid gave, the wood of the crate groaned slightly, as if in protest. The slender of tapered fingers curled under the lid and pulled it free. I let it drop to the floor alongside the crate so that I could dig into the interior.

This particular crate was for Macaria. Within the squared belly of the box were the raw cao cao beans that she wanted. Well, not all of them were for her. I turned to the leather bound ledger that sat atop an empty crate that I was using as a makeshift desk and marked upon the parchment the measure of beans. The quill scratched almost angrily as I did so yet the flourish of penmanship was precise and neat. Despite my care, the tips of those fingers bore the stain of dark ink.

Once more I had donned the dark workskirts and as I turned back and forth the material, some six inches short of the floor, swirled around boot covered legs. The matching jacket lay on top of the makeshift desk, discarded after prying several crates open had warmed me. A blouse of dark gray draped prettily from the perch of my shoulders, the material then tucked into the sash of leather that wrapped the curve of my waist loosely. Attire that would be easily worked in and yet would hide dirt and dust should there be any. And there was plenty. As I penned the numbers, I swiped the a bead of sweat from my brow, smearing ink across the pale skin in the process. Unaware, I continued, laying the quill aside and taking up the iron bar in my hands once more.

My eyes were drawn to a rather large crate marked "fragile". I hadn't recalled anything breakable being on my list but then...I had requested all of my personal belongings. There was no telling what was inside. I forced the flat edge of the bar between the crevice of the lid and began to press down with all my weight.

The axe is cleaned.
Cargo - 100 pounds of raw cao cao beans


(04/25/14 19:19:29 )
[.One of Many.]

V A L I A
VOLSTAGG'S WOMAN
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-Warehouse-]
Is in one of the Warehouses.

says to ALL: When finally the lid was lifted free, I leaned over the edge and a moment of pain, stitch across the lower left side of my abdomen. I ignored it entirely, leaning further to pull the covering free. At first I thought it just bolts of fabric, the colors drawing my eyes along the neat folds. As I dug deeper, I pushed the square of material only then realizing it was a neatly folded robe. There were many of varying colors and designs. Robes I had never worn because they were, I thought, to obvious. Even now they seemed to be loud to my eyes. As I dug within, I realized the robes were merely folded on top of something. My eyes widened as I realized what lay hidden beneath. I exhaled sharply. These things were not meant to ever have been moved. Apparently my request to empty my private warehouses had included those I held on behalf of another. I muttered a few choice words to myself. The toe of my boot colliding with the outter edge of the crate to drum loudly. I drew the folded robes back into place, neatly arranging as they had been. Like colors grouped together in such a manner that it appeared undisturbed. The lid was replaced. And I moved away, to another crate and began to pry it open instead.

FW Refinery - Robes
Mysterious Box of Items



(04/25/14 19:44:13 )
[.One of Many.]

V A L I A
VOLSTAGG'S WOMAN
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-Warehouse-]
Is in one of the Warehouses.

says to ALL: With the press of the metal bar, the top of the crate gave with a snapping sound, pieces of the frame breaking with the lid. The iron bar as laid aside as I peered inside, drawing my arm over the broken and splintered pieces of wood. From the contents I pulled a single oil lamp. The bronze surface showed me my reflection and using the cuff of my blouse, I polished it softly. It was one of several matching lamps that had decorated my villa. My villa. That now sat empty. I turned back to the ledger, taking the quill in hand and began to list out the contents. I knew that somewhere in the mess of all of this, was the deed to that villa as well. It would likely be sold, for I would not be returning.

Too on the ledger, I began to note the contents of the crate I had abandoned. Isolde would never return to claim its contents. It almost hurt to list out the bevy of items I held on her behalf. I wondered now if she found what she went looking for, out in the wilds of the northern forests.

A dozen oil lamps
Vases - hand sculpted
Ornate dressing table with mirror
Various furniture

(04/25/14 20:05:55 )
[.One of Many.]

V A L I A
VOLSTAGG'S WOMAN
|.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.|

[-Warehouse-]
Is in one of the Warehouses.

says to ALL: Several smaller boxes lined the interior wall of the warehouse. I smoothed the dark material of the skirt as I knelt down. These smaller containers held my documents. Binding contracts that secured goods in exchange for coin and portions of future sells. These contracts had ensured I'd always had quality goods and in exchange those providers had been paid richly. Of course, these goods would now find their way to the docks of Sulport. The arrangements for this change had been made in the missives sent out before the assassins attempt to see me dead.

There was the ruffle of fingers over the carefully folded parchment, my gaze fixing upon a particularly aged document and drew if from the group. The edges were handled with care as I unfolded it. It was the arrangement between myself and Athena. Her family had been one of the top producers of Ta-wine and as relation, she had agreed to see that I would recieve part of their annual yeild to do as I seen fit to do with it. It was one of my most favored vintage. Several amphorae had found themselves within the stores of my private villa and the remains were then sold at outrageous prices. But such was the way with exquisite things. It was only with coin or steel that they might be purchased. And in this instance, coin had been easily forth-coming.


Contracts for goods
Trade Agreement with Athena of Cos [Tawine]
Trade Agreement with House Talios of Cos [Olives & Cao cao beans]
Trade Agreement with House Verbaus of Cos [Tharlarion Oil]
Trade Agreement with Macaria

Deed to villa in Port Cos




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