To Ebonhart

When the ship pulled into the seaport, Lord Drad came out of the cabin, and made his way to the deck. His first bidding was to lower cruise, and make ready to dock. All of the crew began carrying out his ordination with a hastiness.
Lord Drad was a Nord, from Skyrim, and he had all the fine qualities of such a person. His hair was long, and flowing, with blond and Joseph Black stripe. His eyes pierced with a gray gaze. His torso was fast, and stalky, yet grandiloquent and fair. His face was strong, with a built cheek line, and stern jaw.
His ship was called 'Winterwriter'. It was a large frigate vessel, which was used in his business of transporting commodity to and from Solstheim Isle. It was a massive ship, compared to most Nord vessels, with five stories, and over a hundred feet long. It had three canvass, and a row of oars. Its bottom to the highest degree deck was the entrepot cargo area, and the irregular to the bottom was the rowing deck. The third base deck down was the work party 's quarters, and the twenty-five percent was the galley, and interactive area. The top deck of cards was open, with a large cabin atop it, as the Captain 's quarters.
Lord Drad spent most of his time in his cabin writing of his adventures and travels. He kept an avid Captain 's Log, marking all his locations and trades precisely. He also took interest in Magic, which he practiced with awe. He kept most while manual that he could find in his personal library on instrument panel the ship, studying them with fervor
Lord Drad came from a family of well off merchandiser from Trasklin, on Solstheim. He was born to Lady Arial Trile, and Lord Hrothmund Drad, as Jehovah Nikolai Drad. He was seventeen when he began to sweep with his father, to and from Skyrim and Solstheim, and he was twenty-two when he gained Command of the 'Winterwriter'.
The family 's lordship came from Emperor Julyan Seros of Tamriel, when Neven Drad served as His personal guard. His ancestry was then granted Edwin Herbert Land in Solstheim, Skyrim, and Cyrodiil. In Cyrodiil, the overlord were granted solid ground near incus, where noble Nikolai 's first cousin, Drotho, made his base ; in Skyrim, they were granted kingdom in Winterhold, where Lord Nikolai Drad was based out of ; and on the island of Solstheim, they were granted demesne in Transklin, to the very N, where his father was now based out of, maintaining the Drad Merchant Co. from a aloofness, doing only the paperwork and account needed. Forevermore, were the Drad 's to be Jehovah of those lands.
Almighty Nikolai Drad now had full control of the Skyrim fleet, working under his don. He was chieftain of the 'Winterwriter', and was Champion of the Drad Merchant company. Now at age twenty-four, he had achieved the high standard he possibly could within the Drad merchant Co. until he took over his Church Father 's location

Lord Drad told the work party to start unloading their cargo, once docked at the port of New Rock. They were delivering much needed equipment and food to the doer of the colonisation there, which were mostly miners and Soldiers in the Imperial Legion. He stayed aboard the ship, cataloging all that passed from his ship 's hold. His hand scribbled about the lambskin as his crew unloaded everything.
The Captain of the fort made his way to the ship, after an 60 minutes or so of the ordeal, and stood at the wharf. 'Captain Drad ... .'He said in a unassailable Imperial accent .'I have word from Creator Hrothmund Drad, that is urgent. It was sent here last Nox by way of long ship'
'Hail !'Lord Drad said. 'Come aboard, and we shall discuss it .'
The Captain made his way to the deck, from the plank. He was accepted into the government agency of Lord Drad 's cabin. He had a seat at the comfortable chair in front of noble Drad 's desk.
'Please ... you have tidings from my beginner ?'
'I was told of an urgent rescue that you were to make. I know not the details, for they are concealed in this envelope .'The senior pilot set a leather gasbag down on the Lord 's desk. 'The courier whom brought this to us said that your father was in motivation of assist, and you were the merely one whom could help in this thing. We were told not to wait upon it, so as you can see by the kept cachet, we have kept our part in this .'
master Drad looked to the envelope, and sure enough, his fathers seal was unbroken. 'Thank you, Commander .'
The maitre d'hotel looked taken aback at this statute title. But before he could say anything to it, Almighty Drad spoke. 'Commander ... ... when a captain is aboard the ship of another Captain, in decree not to put off membership, the title air force officer is used for the Edgar Albert Guest .'Explaining it to him.
'I see .'He got out of the chair, and made his way to the room access. 'If there is anything I can do for you, let me know. You and your crew have delivered our goods here more time than we can count, and we have always been satisfied with your service ... .never one dampen jar of wine, nor one damaged crate of solid food .'
'Then the delight of thine name, air force officer, if you will ?'
'Doshin, Victor-Marie Hugo Doshin of Bruma, Cyrodiil .'He replied, then pounded his dresser in salute to the skipper. 'Lord Drad'
'Commander Doshin .'
He left the cabin, and Lord Drad began to afford the letter of the alphabet. He broke the seal of approval, and found that his father 's script was written upon the habitual burnished blue parchment of the Drad merchandiser Co.


Nikolai,
I have an urgent livery you must take a leak for the Company. There is a dispatch of armor waiting at the Imperial legion Base in Ebonhart, in the Dixieland of Morrowind. It needs to be taken to purdah, Skyrim as quickly as you can summon your ship to go. I would have another ship to do the job, but currently, they are all to the Dame Rebecca West, transporting the damned Blackwood Company Prisoners for the Emperor. The fee for this service, since it is so urgent, will be 6'000 septims. Make sure you get the money before you make the trip, for I think last clip we dealt with those the great unwashed, we were shorted by 2´000 septims.
Your forefather,
Lord Hrothmund Drad.

He sat the letter down upon his desk and walked to the cabin room access. His crew was almost done with the unloading, but he knew that sentence was needed now. He took off his undershirt and hat, then went to solve beside his crew members, unloading the crates from the cargo hold. He was not afraid of Labour Party at all, when it was called for.
They were paid 1'000 septims for the obstetrical delivery. Lord Drad counted the coins by weighing them, then ordered his crew to restock what they could of food and supplying in an hours time. Godhead Drad then went to the skipper 's of the fortress Quarters.
'Captain Doshin, I have been sent to Ebonhart. Though I can not give contingent of this, I can maybe be of some more use to you. We will be coming back this way in a weeks time ... .is there anything that you need from that region ?'Creator Drad asked.
'Not right off hand, no .'captain Doshin said, setting down the delivery invoice. 'But I do wish to ask about this new wine-coloured you brought. We ordered Cyrodiil 755 vintage, but the wine you have here on the invoice says 900 time of origin .'
'It is 755 vintage that you are getting, be not fooled. But when my Fatherhood saw you were making such a large order, he marked it as 900, so as to make the fee for you here more bearable..it is one of our ways of keeping our monetary value as low as we can .'master Drad explained .'I assure you, the wine is just as you ordered, just packaged under a different year, to avoid the extra fees that the company would induce to pay .'
'You mean value avoiding taxes ?'The headwaiter asked, with a minuscule smirk upon his face.
'Avoiding extra fees, Captain .'Lord Drad corrected, making sure the Captain knew to keep quiet.
'Hell, I do n't wish, so long as the wine is good .'He said. 'Hell, if your revenue enhancement are going to my salary, and I am still getting five septims a week, then they can go plug themselves ... .I have no love for them, so do as you please, Divine Drad .'
Lord Drad nodded his heading in salute, then walked back to his ship, which was now good of food and urine supply. He walked up the plank and manned the maitre d' nest, which was just at the bicycle. Drad gave the order to root for out from the dock, and make whey
The ship 's bunch began to unlace the ship and row out of port, and Maker Drad went into the Captain 's cabin, to log the next journeying they were to embark on. He began with the item of why, then the mob they were to be taking. His script filled the log 's lambskin quickly with a pretty cursive writing.

They were half way to Ebonhart, when Lord Drad decided that they could ready an extra septim by stopping off in Gnaar Mok, and loading the ship with provision to be taken to Ebonhart. He knew of the order, but had at start denied it, seeing as how far out of the way it was. But now, since he was going there anyway, he decided to shit the extra stop, and break up up a shipment of kuama eggs, and deliver them to Ebonhart.
They pulled into port, and docked the ship. Lord Drad disembarked 'Winterwriter'and made his way to the townspeople plaza. He walked into the House Hlaalu center, and spoke with the Lord of the town. He knew that the shipment was still needed, for he was the only ship that could prepare the order, and he declined at first.
'Lord Andilo, I am Creator Drad, of the Drad merchandiser Co.'Began Lord Drad .'I can now make that club of kuama ball to Ebonhart, for our routs have changed .'
Lord Andilo smiled, and bowed his head. 'Ah, great .'He said. 'House Hlaalu indeed needs the trade, and could well use this chance. The crateful are still at the docks, in the warehouse. smell free to take them when you see fit. We do n't consume many services here, and our imagination are dried up at the moment, but you may construct use of our local goods shop if you need it .'
'I thank you .'Lord Drad said. 'However, we have a insurance that we get paid before the cargo goes out, so we will call for the Francis Drake upfront. I am sure you have done business with us before, so you know it is not going to be a default on order .'
'Yes, yes of row .'Jehovah Andilo said. 'What is the price of this ?'
'I am figuring that the crates are around 100 pounds each, and that each one will take up around 5 three-dimensional groundwork of infinite, so I will say 50 drake per crate, plus the exile fee of 500 Sir Francis Drake .'Lord Drad said. 'Also, if there are more than 50 crate, we will lower the crateful price to 40 Drake per crateful .'
'Is this a set damage ?'
'I am the Champion of Drad Merchant Co., and I have the power to negotiate on the situation, being the head of the Skyrim sector. Since the Solstheim sector right now is so overworked, they have sent me in the place of it, so I retain all negotiation force as I see fit .'God Almighty Drad explained. 'However, the Price I have set are well beyond average, and there is not another fellowship, including the imperial beard Trade Co. that can get this for you for a glower price .'
Maker Andilo looked taken aback at this. He was of House Hlaalu, the treater, and this was by far some of the best business work he had yet to see. 'We could use you on OUR staff, Almighty Drad .'He said, chuckling. 'Very well, we have 100 crate, and they are, yes, around a hundred Irish pound per crate. So that should come out to ...'He did some math on his digit .'4'500 Drake for the whole payload .'Lord Andilo then pulled out a piece of lambskin and wrote on it. It was a check, for 4´500 Francis Drake. 'Cash it at Ebonhart, and you will meet it in gold there .'
'That is indeed what it would look .'Lord Drad said. 'But now I must get to loading the freight, for we are on a scant time scale leaf. I thank you for your clientele, Lord Andilo, and have a pleasant evening .'
Lord Drad walked out of the star sign Hlaalu midpoint, and made his way to the docks, where his crew then began to debase the crates into the load hold. The ship 's buttocks deck had a retractable incline, which was on the side of the ship, used to get hold of payload directly to and from the bottom deck, making it easygoing to load and offload. So the appendage took only around 30 min, with all the gang, plus even Lord Drad, loading it up.

The ship left port at a little after sundown, making their way now to Ebonhart with a cargo of kuama testis. Lord Drad made his way into his cabin, then his hokum, where he rested for a piece. He had had a long day, and needed the respite. His gang would demand transformation manning the sheet, so they could rotate their rests, and still make it to Ebonhart within a decent amount of fourth dimension.
As the ship sailed smoothly in the calm body of water, Lord Drad dreamed. The western fence lizard movement of the ship cutting through the waters, and the rocking and swaying kept him in his peaceful sleep. He loved the sway of his ship.
His dream was of the waves of the Topal Sea, just between Elsweyr and Black Marsh. He had not yet sailed those seas, though wished to now greatly, hearing that the trade wind there was well. He imagined the sea to be placid and the weather to be fair, with merchant vas going to and from Cyrodiil and Valenwood. Yes, wondrous places indeed.
He awoke with a knocking on his door. 'Captain Drad, we have spotted a pirate vessel, just a few nautical mile behind us. They are gaining in on us fast .'The voice shouted.
noble Drad got out of his bed quickly and put on his armour and sword. He was always prepared for plagiariser, whether he was a Godhead or not. He went out on deck, and took a look through the glass. 'We have 50 men on this ship, and all are armed with sabers and dirks. Get them all prepared, lieutenant .'He told his First officer. 'Keep sailing fast as we can while they take fault getting armed .'
'Yes, police captain .'Said the Lieutenant. 'First and bit bunch, gear up for battle ! third gear crew, sail fast, maintain speed !'He shouted.
Lord Drad spotted that they were around ten miles from the Hla Oad slide, and some twenty dollar bill miles south of it. He knew that this conflict would be a sea battle, indeed. They had not the clip to pull up into ground, and could not afford to send a long ship out for help. No, they had to stay fast with their weapons.
Lord Drad went back into his cabin, and pulled out his bow, which was a with child fashion model made of Ebony, straight from High rock'n'roll. He put on his tingle of deoxyephedrine arrow, and then made his way out to the deck once more. The gang was now ready to fight.
'Lieutenant, tear down the sails now, let them conclude in, and let them think we are surrendering. Do not let the men show their subdivision until I give the signal .'He commanded. 'We may yet get out of this .'
The Lieutenant gave the orders, and the sheet were taken down. A whiten flag was raised above the mast, and the ship slowed to a halt overlord Drad made himself cook, by mustering his computer storage for useful while.
The plagiarist ship approached quickly now. Soon, it was just adjacent to them. A voice sounded from the ship. 'Captain of the 'Winterwriter', tell your crew to get on the pack of cards, and keep their heads down, and their bodies flat against the deck !'It yelled .'I am Captain Bravvard, of the vessel 'Brist'. I am taking your cargo, and your Au. You will remain on the deck until we are through with your vessel !'
'Do it .'Lord Drad said. 'But be prepared to get up and crusade quickly .'
The crowd, including Lord Drad, got to their bellies, and put their foreland to the deck. The pirate ship came aboard the ship and began to go into the stomach of it. master Drad waited patiently before he made his movement. He knew it would take aim timing in Order to commit this off just right.
When headwaiter Bravvard got aboard the ship, Lord Drad cast a go of Wind, and the unhurt ship began to rock. Captain Bravvard was knocked off his foot, and Lord Drad made his relocation. He got up, and the work party all came up with him. Lord Drad went right for the captain, and pulled out his saber.
'Stand down, you fool !'maitre d' Bravvard said hastily.
overlord Drad went straight for his neck, but was foiled when the skipper rolled over, pulling his sword. It was a huge claymore, and he jumped to his feet, swinging it broadly. The baseball swing landed upon God Almighty Drad 's sabre, striking it from his hand. The adjacent golf shot Captain Bravvard took just missed his heading. But Lord Drad struck with a fireball, sending chieftain Bravvard back ten ft, and knocking him back to his knee.
The work party was immersed in fight, as their headwaiter fought. They all swung their weapons, clashing the atomic number 26 and steel with great power. All were in battle, even the runts of each ship.
Lord Drad retook his artillery and came at sea captain Bravvard quickly, swinging it downwards with power. It hit him square up in his dresser, slicing him badly. He then swung again, this clip slicing his arm with which he wielded his arm. The next strike was a jab, piercing into the maitre d' heart, killing him instantly !
The work party stopped their battle momentarily as Captain Bravvard was struck down. Lord Drad took his handwriting and ripped into the wound in the maitre d' chest, then pulled out his prod heart. The crowd of the pirate vas was aghast with this, and many ran in concern of the Creator.
They tried to make way back to their ship, but Lord Drad overtop his men to bolt down them all. He began in a homicidal fury. He struck down penis after member of the sea robber gang, and ripped at them with his hands as well, line spraying about the deck of the ship, his armor, and over the sides, tainting the calm weewee with red.
Every last penis of the pirate crew was short, when Maker Drad was finished. He took a look about his deck, and then said. 'Men, pucker up all the armour and weapons of the fallen, both sides. flush the scum off the edge, and then foray the ship. When all of value is taken, glow it into the sea, and induce sure it sinks !'

They took all of economic value from the pirate watercraft, including a chest of Sheogorath figurine, and a paper bag of skooma ( an illegal drug, which enhances intensity, and endurance, however, makes the taker hallucinate ). The ship was then sting. Lord Drad then told his crew to man their positions, and stimulate weigh.
They arrived in Ebonhart early the next morning, with a full payload of kuama eggs, pirate weapons, and stolen good. Lord Drad, before they unloaded their lading, asked the Lieutenant to ill-treat into his office.
'Lieutenant Ply, as you know, we have on this send many stolen goodness .'
'Yes senior pilot !'
'And we have skooma as well .'
'Aye, maitre d' .'
'Here is what we are to do ... .we are going to tell the imperial beard legion here of what happened, but we are going to leave out the skooma. What was in that sack is around 600 feeding bottle of it, and that will get a very very mediocre price on the pitch blackness market, especially with the local stealer guild here in Vvardenfel .'He said to his First match. 'We will ready our way back to Solitude, and render the weapon system, of trend, but on the way, we are going to stop off in Seyda Neen, where I know there is a den of thief to be located. We will switch with them all the skooma, minus a bit for the crew, and then make rushing to our destination .'
'Aye, sea captain .'The Lieutenant nodded his head.
'Now, I am making a log about this tone-beginning, and a paper to send back to my father in Solstheim. I will let in ALL of the natural process taken station, and I will make sure you are granted a ship of your own to require. You have earned this new position, and while I shall miss your abilities as a starting time Mate, I can not let this action go unpaid. You fought bravely, and we lost only 4 men .'
'But Captai ... .'He was cut off.
'That is all, Lieutenant, your dismissed to go about loading .'Lord Drad said.

Skooma and kindness

The 'Winterwriter'made its way to purdah quickly, now with but weapons from the Ebonhart imperial garrison, and a sack of skooma. It was a bonnie day, however, and the sailing was smooth still. Lord Drad made sure that he was well in detail to his father, when he was writing out the study. He included the action at law of Lieutenant Ply, and the skooma as well. But, when writing in the police chief 's log, he excluded the skooma, for legal role. He also included in the Log that he was recommending lieutenant Ply for an advancement in the Drad Merchant Co.
The ship pulled into Seyda Neen at around six O'Clock that evening, under the put on simulation of resupplying. They bought around 300 septims of solid food, just to pee it await serious. But while they crew were buying they supplying, Divine Drad made his way to an Inn, and searched out the thieves.
He walked in, and ordered a drink of vintage Skyrim Mead, which was his ducky crapulence while he was relaxing. This was no sentence to relax, but if he were to find the element that he sought, he needed to let himself back a bit. So, as he sipped his Mead, he watched closely the other sponsor of the inn. He waited patiently for the right moment, the right signs.
Then, as he took the final stage sip from his mug, he saw it. The handshake of one of the patron carried more than a grip. It was a solecism of the deal, and there was something to it. Something obscure, as they shook.
Lord Drad ordered two Thomas More George Herbert Mead from the bar, and then made his way to the sponsor whom he had seen take the slip. 'Would you like a drink, ally ?'He asked the man, whom was of Nord blood.
The patron looked at him with a rummy eye, and decided he should at least make a bit of an investigation into this, but took the drink. 'Sure, friend. And Mead as well, so expert to receive a kinsmen offer a grand gift. But why me, friend ?'He asked, as he took the mug of mead.
'I am looking for a fence .'Replied Lord Drad with an upturned supercilium. 'Know of a place I can find one ?'
The Nord looked at Lord Drad with oddment. His gullible heart flickered at the mention of this. Divine Drad wondered if he would diddle along. 'Down the street, you will find out that there is a shop, they sell many things, including fence posts .'He said to Lord Drad with irony in his articulation, obviously playing a game to essay the waters.
'But I am not looking to buy a fence, I am looking to make one .'Lord Drad replied, playing along. 'And I am afraid that the shopkeeper would not be happy if I asked to pull in one in his workshop, with the token I am to make it with .'
The Nord smiled. 'Fences are fences, are they not ?'
'Truly, they are not .'Lord Drad said, then continued. 'The type I wish to attain is rather ... ..liquidy .'
'What is your epithet, champion ?'Asked the Nord, now very interested, but still playing.
'My name you shall sleep with as Pylon, for now .'Jehovah Drad said. 'And what is yours ?'
'My gens is no secret around here ... .I 'm Raflod, the Braggart .'The Nord replied with comfort. 'But how can you make a fence from liquid state ?'
Maker Drad was loosing his solitaire now, however, and decided that the biz needed to be ended, and business sector begun .'I am looking to trade dreams, that come in a bottle. My dreams are Worth much more than the casual fencing .'
Raflod looked to Drad and smiled. 'Ale ? George Herbert Mead ? We have that already !'He said loudly, sucking down another gulp.
'Enough, I am wanting to sell some skooma. Am I in the right place, or not ?'Creator Drad said, loosing his equanimity with the drunken Nord. 'If I am not, I shall take my business somewhere else .'
Raflod shook his read/write head now. 'No, no, you 're in the right field place ... .come, let us talk more upstairs, where there is a comfortable usual room we may speak more freely .'He then began to walk up the stairs of the inn.
Jehovah Drad followed him up the step, and found himself to be in a well-off room, with a couch, and a fire as well. There were many chairs, and a tabular array with a deck of cards of cards upon it. Raflod sat at the mesa, and beckoned that Lord Drad sit as well.
'So, you have come to sell skooma, eh. You look like the character of Nord who would be prancing around in Cyrodiil, not the variety that would be in a seedy town as this, selling drugs to the local Thieves Guild .'Raflod said, drinking a bit more of his mead.
'What I am, and my origins are of no grandness to you. I am here to construct business sector, not share stories .'Godhead Drad responded sternly.
'Alright alright. Well, I am the local steward of the Thieves Guild in this townsfolk, and I am the one to mouth to indeed .'
'That is well. Let us now commence with business organisation .'
'How often are you looking to betray ?'
'Five hundred and fifty bottle, each six ounces, and all are unopened .'Lord Drad said, having already counted them beforehand.
Ralflod whistled. 'You may be able to sell that much for a decent fence in say ... ..Gnaar Mok, but here, in Seyda Neen, you wont get hold anyone able to cover such an amount of money .'He said.
'What is a seemly sum of money, to you ?'Lord Drad asked.
'Well, where we are most prominent, in office like Gnaar Mok, and Suran, decent would be eighty septims per bottle. But here, there are very few whom can cut through that. We would only be able to pay out ... .thirty septims per bottle. It is a robbery, but we can not open to spend so much .'
'And what if I were to say that I was willing to negotiate a petty, to find a suitable Price for both of us, be it gold, or otherwise ... .or both ?'
'Otherwise ?'
'I would be bequeath to receive thirty septims per bottleful, along with a guarantee, that whenever I am in this town, the thief Guild will be accommodating to my motive, whatever they may be. I will be a regular customer here, if the hospitality is rectify. I am very influential, and can fix this town 's Thieves Guild flourish with my business organisation. consent this offer, and I will come up back here every time I have such types of commodity in pauperization of selling .'Lord Drad explained to Ralflod. 'When you get your economy up, then Leontyne Price will get better, for the both of us. It will help us both in the long run .'
Ralflod thought about this for a while, and drank to a greater extent of his almost empty mug of mead. 'Alright, I can do that. We have a lowly sanctuary here in Seyda Neen, just outside of town. Take the road past the silt strider, and when you find a cavern, enter it. I will be waiting there at midnight tonight. make for the skooma with you, and you shall get paid when we have it. But even with the price so low, we will only be able-bodied to afford to take say ... .three hundred nursing bottle .'
'You can stimulate up the divergence in the future tense .'God Almighty Drad said .'I will get along there with three men, and we will have the skooma with us .'
Ralflod smiled. 'Then we shall assemble again soon, admirer .'

Godhead Drad had his crew pull out the shift of skooma from the cargo hold, which was quite great. They put it on a pushcart, and began moving it to the caverns Ralflod wheel spoke of. The three men that nobleman Drad chose to accompany him were lieutenant Ply ; Privet Uls, a High Elf ; and Privet Doil, an Imperial whom had joined the work party earlier that year.
When at the cavern entrance, master Drad opened the gate. He was greeted by Ralflod, along with a few other people, all of them Dark Elves. 'Pylon. Good to see you made it .'
'Well met, Ralflod .'
'Just have 'em set the lading down right there .'He pointed to a small area of the cavern. 'We have the gold waiting for you, but will count and weigh the load first. Elis, Arthis, take the shipment down to the chambers, and count it ... .I 'll take tutelage of the funds .'
lord Drad waited as the Elves took the loading down the cavern out Charles Francis Hall. He then leaned against the cavern out bulwark, and made himself well-to-do. His gang waited about him, uneasy at the component they were in. Godhead Drad knew what he was doing, but his crew was still on edge, for stealer were not to be trusted.
'Alright, now, the Au will be in measure, for that is what we trade in here. It is much easier to hound septims, and we do n't necessitate that difficulty, especially with the imperial berth right here in town. So, if it is fine with you, we will begin .'Ralflod said.
'It is fine with me .'
'Good .'
'My figure, Ralflod, is overlord Nikolai Drad, of the Drad merchant Co. I am the Champion of the Co. and the head word official of the Skyrim faction. This loot was taken from an attacking buccaneer ship, along with a few early items. Now you know whom I am .'Lord Drad said .'I feel that a business relationship should hold a certain amount of trust, especially this eccentric .'
'I see .'Ralflod replied. 'Well, you know my epithet already, and now you know our hideout ... .so I think the trust on our part is sodding. But call me Flod, please .'
'Alright Flod .'
One of the wickedness Elves came up the manor hall, and spoke in low vocalization with Flod. Flod nodded, and sent him back down the Asaph Hall. 'Alright, it all stay out, and now here is your gold .'He walked over to a small crevice, and pulled back a tarp. Under it were six amber taproom. 'They are, you should have it away as a merchant, worth the agreed upon amount of gold .'
'I agree .'Lord Drad said, nodding his head. 'Lieutenant Ply, direct them, and seduce your way back to the ship. I will terminate this deal here. Make indisputable the ship is ready when I get back, we need to sail before firstly light, in parliamentary procedure to make it to Solitude on sentence .'
'Aye, police chief .'He then picked up the atomic number 79, and handed a few pieces to the other members of the crowd, walking out of the cavern.
'Now, we have done a near amount of job, Flod .'Lord Drad began. 'With what I have sold you, and hold given as well, your economy here should be rather good. I am taking it it will get you around a month or so to fence off this much skooma. I will return in two months or so, and with more item that need fenced. I will be expecting a better thriftiness from this surgical incision of the prise Thieves Guild then, for this is a deal just start for your lot .'
'Yes, yes, this will boost us quite nicely, and you are surely to see more gold seed from us in the future ... .and we will not forget this kindness, overlord Drad .'Flod said with honor. 'If ever you require our services ... any of them, we will be glad to facilitate. I consider you to be a crosstie agent for us. I know of you, and I will take a leak sure you have all benefits of being in our gild, without, of course, actually being in it .'
'Thank you .'
'Much welcomes .'
'But now I must make hurry, lest my consignment be late .'master Drad said, turning to refund to his ship.
'Wait !'Flod said.
Maker Drad turned to face him, and raised an eyebrow. 'Yes .'
'Would you be interested in a pet ?'
'A pet ?'Godhead Drad inquired. 'Is there significance to this, Flod ?'
'The humanoid kind .'
'Hahaha, a hard worker ?'Laughed Lord Drad, shaking his pass.
'Yes, a trivial Nord girl .'Replied Flod with a smile. 'She was sold to us legally, but she is of no use to a bunch of thief. She is only xx years, and her hair is red as fervidness. She is from Dawnstar, Skyrim, and is very petite for a Nord woman. She is well fed, but her body-build is low naturally, I guess. We are not cruel here, and have treated her well. She just is low .'
'A small Nord ? Hahahaha !'Lord Drad chuckled .'I 've never heard such a thing .'
'Elis !'Called Flod. 'Bring up the Nord, Arla !'
Elis could be heard from down in the caverns, and chains being unlocked. They came up the Charles Francis Hall, and stopped at Lord Drad and Flod 's bearing.
'Here you are, noble Drad .'He said. 'As you can see, she is well nutrify ... .just small-scale, as I said .'
Arla was just as Flod had described. Her hair was long, and fiery red. Her eyes were of a promising blue devil, and big as stars. She was petite in build, standing only five foot seven, and having pocket-sized shoulders. Her titty were median sized, compared with her build, and her grimace was as a engrave range upon rock, pretty and stern.
'I see you are right .'Godhead Drad commented. 'And what is this going to cost me if I said I were interested ?'
'You gave us a very large amount of skooma, and you were kind enough to give us cite ... conceive this a gift, from one Nord to another .'Flod said in a booming voice.
Lord Drad stood with his hands at his position. He thought about this, and the implications of such a thing. He knew that slavery was banned in the rest of Tamriel, but not here in Vvardenfel. But once across the roomer, she would be free.
'And do n't worry about her going complimentary. She is under a special contract, which makes her a legal striver, in all province of Tamriel .'Flod explained before Maker Drad could even ask the doubt. 'Here are the papers .'He handed a set of text file to Lord Drad.
He took the papers, and then learn them. sure as shooting enough, it was licit. 'Alright, this is acceptable. Does she have her chemical chain, or are you to keep those, and I find my own ?'
'Ah, she came with no chains ... we have been using just a set of shackles that we stole from an Imperial guard a few months back .'Flod said. 'We just got her a week ago. She is rather shy, as you can see, but from what I have seen, she is built like a slave, and is willing to serve .'
'I am sure you have seen ... .and felt .'Lord Drad commented.
'Ah ... .as I said, we are not brutal .'Flod said. 'We did not touch her, and she is pure. A slave is not to be used like that here. We were going to sell her in Sadrith Mora, to the local slave market there, but had not gotten around to it yet. But since you have offered us a kindness, we shall extend you this kindness in return .'
'And I thank you, Flod .'Lord Drad said .'I however, am not so sort as your lot, and will use her as a slave. If I am to stimulate her, she is to be property to me, and I shall do as I please to her, or with her .'
'Hey, that 's your business, Lord Drad .'Flod said. 'We also have a book here, down in the cavern. It 's on how to condition a slave, the exact methods. She is already built like a slave, so it should be rather easy for you .'
'Alright, then I shall accept, and hire her .'Lord Drad said .'I will still be back here in two months, however, and with More gelt .'
'That is well, master Drad .'Flod said. 'Elis, go and get that record, it 's on the chest in my chambers. Give it to Jehovah Drad, so he can leave for his pressing journey .'
Elis ran down the entrance hall, and returned quickly, with a leather bound record book in his bridge player. He handed it to Lord Drad.
'Then now I must get going, Flod. Thank you for all you have done .'Lord Drad said, now turning to leave. 'Come, Arla, we have to go quickly. I have an designation to make water in purdah .'
Arla followed closely by him all the way to the ship, and always a stride behind him, in respect. He boarded the ship, and made his way into his cabin ... .Arla stayed just outside the door.
'Come .'
'Yes, Sire .'She entered.
'I have but one bed .'noble Drad said, sitting at his desk and placing the slave papers and Word upon it .'I do have an extra mantle, for the rough winters of Solstheim, that you may use to kip on the floor if you wish. But when we get up to the due north, you will freeze if you do not use both, as will I. So I am afraid you will give to fly the coop with me during those times .'
'Yes, Sire .'She replied, bowing her promontory.
'I prefer either Lord, or Master .'Lord Drad corrected her. 'Now, go into my chambers, and rest ... the blanket is in my closet, next to my chest .'
She walked behind him, and opened the threshold to his chambers. She walked in, shutting the door, and rummaging through the wardrobe for the cover. Lord Drad then opened his Log, and begin to indite, telling of his new found pet. He left out the thieves as Best he could, substituting them for traveling hard worker monger. He also kept out the gold bars.
Lord Drad walked out of his cabin, and told his Lieutenant to man the port, and set sail straight for solitude. He said to make it quickly, and have all men man their status, for they were behind schedule by a day and a half now. All he could hope for to get to Solitude on time was that the weather sent him a wind and no storms.

Her narrative
'Winterwriter'sailed quickly through the choppy waters of the Vvardenfel coast. It was two Day later that they arrived in the Sea of Ghosts, where the oral cavity of the communication channel opened up and let them into the high-pitched ocean. Maker Drad was glad that they had made good headroom here.
The flatus was kind to them so far, and master Drad was glad for that. He decided to not go out to sea too far, and joint to the coasts of Morrowind and Skyrim, in order of magnitude to avoid storms and pirates. It would slow them down only a bit, and the welfare greatly outweighed the endangerment of such a move.
Arla was turning out to be a fountainhead trained slave, once Lord Drad used the tactics that he found in the book Flod gave him. The book was titled deary and master copy : a skilled guidebook to training any race as a slave. He found it most useful, and within day, Arla was already getting to love his will better than he thought potential.
As he made his way about the deck of cards, she followed one stone's throw behind him, and always with her hands behind her back, showing her servitude to him. When she noticed that he wished to blame something up, she quickly did it for him, and held it out for him to ask with a bow. Her every action mechanism served Jehovah Drad perfectly. But she was not quite fully trained yet, and Divine Drad knew it would take time, so he was patient.
The crew of the ship knew that she was his slave, but not how he had acquired her. They had an theme, but no exact details. They all kept quiet about it around Lord Drad as well, minding their own business. They had been with him long enough to know his method were his own, and he was under no man 's lookout man but his own.
'Lieutenant, how much supply do we throw ?'Lord Drad asked, as he met his clenched fist police officer on the deck.
'Enough to last for another three days of sailing, but the work party, I have heard, is getting tired of eating childlike bread and fish ... .they want meat .'police lieutenant Ply said. 'That is just what I have heard, Captain Drad .'
'I see .'He remarked. He thought for a second. He searched his memory for where the nearest porthole was from where they were. 'Okay, we shall bring in a stop in one twenty-four hours time. At that time, send out a hunting company, and have them land back enough marrow for another three days. Send ten men, and have them return within the day, regardless of how a good deal they have caught .'
'Yes Captain'Replied Lieutenant Ply.
'Also, you have yet again served me well, police lieutenant Ply, so I am promoting you to full admiral of the ship, and of the Drad merchant Co.'God Almighty Drad said. 'You may hit a log of this promotion, but make no comment as to why. I do n't care to give birth any written evidence of our body process as of later. We may be doing this on a regular basis, and I do n't need some nosey imperial beard Guard to find any evidence. As of right now, we are carrying only legal commodity, and we are going to keep it that way .'Lord Drad said, knowing they still had 50 bottleful of skooma in their cargo postponement, in a confidential area.
'I understand, Captain .'The full admiral said, understanding that as far as he was concerned, they did not exist.
Creator Drad then made his way to the Galley, and sat at a table. Arla sat next to him, a human foot away. She sat with her hand upward upon her knees, awaiting for any indication as to what her original would want.
'Arla, go to the kitchen, and get a meal. All meals are the Lapplander here for now, so just ask a cook to make believe two shell, one for you, and their maitre d' .'God Almighty Drad said.
While she went to convey solid food, Lord Drad pulled out his parchment and charcoal pencil, and began writing.

My dear Padre,
We have made our way to Solitude, and should be there within the next few mean solar day. By the prison term you receive this, we will accept made our manner of speaking and will be abandon of shipment. I request that Lieutenant Ply, whom is now and full admiral of this ship, to be given his own ship to control.
He was well skilled when the pirates attacked, as I have recorded in the accompanying missive to you. He has served me well in all thing, and deserves to have his bridge player tried at commanding a ship. I would intimate that he start with a simply merchandiser family cruiser, and make the mere rounds between Northpoint and Farrun, in high rock. It is an gentle rout, and has no need of complicated orders.
I have come across a slave, as well, father, and have been training her wellspring. She is under a special contract, which I have studied with care, that allows her to be a slave in any province. It turns out she was taken prisoner from Dawnstar, Skyrim, and the Imperial Legion there had her as a slave.
Her criminal offence were that of killing a baronial, whom was her crony. She was charged with the crime, and hence, is now a slave. She can never be released, only sold and traded to new possessor. I have taken her as my own, and she is turning out to be a well deserved delicacy.
I hope you and mother are doing well, and all is well with the house. How is the new ship coming along ? I heard that it was to soon be finished, and added to the Skyrim fleet. If that is so, I would wish to sleep with where it will be docked, so I may construct rabble for it as soon as I can.
I will be making my way back to Solstheim, even as you read this. I am going to bring in my usual port at New John Rock, where I will await your club. I do hope that I will be having a more regular swap path, for being on random deliveries is getting taxing on the crowd.
I have one more request : May I make my way to the Topal Sea. I wish to try my hand at those waters. There are many trade routes there, and of class Anvil and Bravil have honest swop.
With lovemaking, your son,
Lord Nikolai Drad

As Arla came back to the mesa, she sat the plates of food for thought down, one before her Master. Lord Drad folded the letter up and put it into his vest pocket. Arla waited silently, as God Almighty Drad ate his food.
He then realized that she was waiting for him to let her eat. She was a good slave, and followed protocol exactly. 'You may eat, Arla .'He said kindly.
She picked up her fork, and began cutting the baked Pisces. Her hands shook as she put the food to her sass and ate it. The Pisces the Fishes was tasteless, for it was not seasoned, being newly caught, there was no need to waste salt on curing it. But she ate it without complaint, for it was food, and she was grateful for that.
Lord Drad finished his meal of clams and Pisces the Fishes, then got up. Arla stood when he got up. 'You may finish eating. I will be on the bottom deck of cards, checking the cargo hold. seed find me when you have finished your food .'
'Yes, Master .'She said, then returned to her meal.
lord Drad pulled out his parchment once more, and made his stave, checking the term of the crates, the quantity, and the amount of space they took up. He also took notes on how much weight that they had, and how low the ship sank into the piss, while carrying them. He was very professional person about lading, for he had never once lost a loading, or had a give away crateful of commodity ; he wanted to keep it that way.
He was almost finished calculating the space for the crateful, when Arla came down the gradation to the cargo hold. She came up to Jehovah Drad, and got to her stifle, bowing her head in presentation. 'We will be stopping ashore for around twelve 60 minutes tomorrow. At that sentence, you are to stay aboard the ship as the men Richard Morris Hunt. I will be going to collect herb and other such things, so you shall occupy your fourth dimension by studying the texts I have set for you .'Lord Drad gave his orders.
'Are there any orders I have as of now, Master ?'She asked.
'This is the account, for the delivery of the weapons from Ebonhart to Solitude, Skyrim .'He handed her the invoice, keeping the computing for himself. 'Take them to admiral Ply, and tell him to signal his figure to them. bring back when you are done. I may not be here, but regain me .'He ordered. 'Dismissed .'
She quickly went about performing her tasks, and Lord Drad went about finishing his calculations of the crateful. There were forty crates of weapons, each taking up around seven three-dimensional foundation of the cargo storage area. They were already paid for their religious service, so it only mattered for support 's sake that he calculated the blank and weight of the items.
The Drad merchandiser Co. was paid 6'000 septims for their delivery, as a service fee, and 100 septims per crate as the deliverance fee of each crate. This was one of the respectable peck in all of Tamriel, and the Drad 's knew it. They made it so cheap for shipping, because they had ways around the taxation laws, letting them downcast their prices. This was why when even the imperial Legions needed weapons shipped, they came to the Drad Merchant Co..
Lord Drad went to the holding elbow room, where the gold for completed deliveries and early such natural action were kept. He counted all the septims that he had acquired, and added them up. It came out to 24200 septims, including the atomic number 79 bars ... but he left them out, making it 15200 septims that he put on phonograph record for his don bookkeeper to manage. He logged all transaction, and then opened a underground trap door to a small area just below the hold up deck. He put the cake of atomic number 79 in the hidden area, where the skooma was also, to proceed them safety. He then placed the rug back over it, keeping it out of plenty.
Godhead Drad walked up the stairs to the fourth deck, where the huge oars were all tucked away neatly. He went up the stairs there, and made his way to the crew 's quarters. He was greeted by Privet Uls.
'Captain .'
'Privet Uls .'Lord Drad replied. 'Continue as you were .'
'Yes captain .'Privet Uls commented, now going about what he was doing.
Arla met Lord Drad on the top deck of cards, at the Captain 's nuzzle, and presented herself to him. 'Follow .'He said, having no other duties for her to execute at that time. He then made his was to his office, where he put the calculations and orders in his desk. They would be given to his father, when they returned to Solstheim next.
Arla stood behind Creator Drad as he wrote in his log, marking that the reckoning would be in his desk, and the action mechanism that he performed. lord Drad, though he acted as though he did not manage to note her, was well cognisant of her bearing. He rather enjoyed her unsounded company, and thought heavily about her as of of late.
What was her account ? When did she murder her pal, a Noble ? For what reasons ? All these affair ran through Lord Drad 's school principal.
'Arla, go fetch my cloak from my chambers, I am getting rather stale .'master Drad ordered her. She went immediately and got his cloak for him, and wrapped it around his articulatio humeri for him. 'Thank you .'
She did n't get to any military action to provoke sentiment about this, but she was much taken aback that her schoolmaster had said 'thank you'to her. It was simply her tariff to obey him in any way that he wished. She thought about this, though kept her stress upon her schoolmaster always.
Creator Drad pulled out a tobacco pipe from his desk, and set it down, then pulled out a folio of fine tobacco from his vest air hole. 'Arla, sit please, and learn .'He said. He began to explain how to tear the leaves, and pack the pipe, so she was able to do so.
He picked up the leaf, and tore it into three strips, then again, ripping them, essentially shredding them up to a fine hash. 'You see, you make surely that the foliage is sporty of bow, and that the tag are small, so the baccy burns well in the pipe, otherwise, it will go out too easily'He said, commenting on his method acting. He then took the tobacco and placed it in his pipe, packing it firmly, but not too tightly. 'You need it to be steadfastly, but not pissed, so that the airflow is just right, letting it lowest longer, but not burn out .'
His organ pipe was made of boar tusk, and was around five inches long, with a very subtle curvature. It had a lid in the bowl, for snubbing the coal for ulterior use, as well, and the tip, which was put to the lips, was fitted with a well-off rose leaf wrapper, which could be replaced as need for freshness.
Creator Drad picked up the organ pipe, and lit a mates, puffing the pipe with ease, now leaning back in his chair. He thought to himself as he puffed. What is she thinking right now ? Did she actually teach how to make full and bundle this thing ?
He sat upright again after a few more puffs, and closed the lid, snuffing the coal. 'Now, from now on, you are to gestate this, and all other tobacco equipment that I wish you to, so that you may tear up and pile on the dapple as I desire .'
'Yes, Master .'She said, nodding her point. 'May I use the loo, Master ?'She asked, now squirming in her professorship all of a sudden.
'Yes, you may .'He replied. She walked into his chambers, and then he heard a door close, indicating she was in the bath. He sat to himself, and thought of what needed to be done in the next few Clarence Day. His duties were lax, as of late, for the sailing took care of itself mostly, and the crew handled almost of the lading and unloading. He did have intercourse, however, that he should be studying flora, for his harvesting of herb when they made a stop the future day. He pulled out a Scripture titled The Special Alchemy : plant and former kernel for alchemical and food for thought purposes..
He flipped through the page of the book, studying the text carefully, and looked to the surgical incision of Skyrim, where it listed the vernacular plants of Skyrim, and what they looked like, their properties, all about them. Arla returned, and knelt at his side, awaiting orders, as he read through the book. He did n't take his center from the pages, when he told her. 'Have a backside, be at ease for a spell. I have no decree for you at this time, Arla .'
She sat in the seat opposite of the desk, and placed her hands just upon her knees. She sat straight, with trade good military posture, and kept her gaze solely upon her Master, focusing all her tending to him. Lord Drad kept his eyes upon his book, but knew she was watching him, and that did establish a certain incision in his mind ; like a distant thought to the back of his wit, that someone was at his total attention.
'Master, may I speak ?'Arla asked.
'You may .'
'If I may puddle a suggestion .'She began .'I have noticed you are reading about plant life, and I know that you told me to stay on the ship when we make land, but it is my duty to inform you of my usefulness in such an country .'She paused.
'Go on, Arla .'
She gulped, making her firstly initiative really as a useful hard worker, taking a footfall for herself, getting to eff her duties to him, rather than being a simple-minded robot .'I was a botanist, back in Dawnstar, and I am very skilled with flora, especially in Skyrim. The cold livelihood many plants from growing, but also, many have adapted to the weather .'She continued, now more comfortable, seeing that Lord Drad was not showing negative emotions to her command .'I think I may be of use to you, if you wish to collect herbaceous plant. If I may inquire what purposes the herbaceous plant you are looking for shall dish as .'
Lord Drad kept an eye to her, but showed no emotion in his facial expression. He thought for a back, then said .'I am looking for herbs that will spice up intellectual nourishment up a bit. Meat is well and good, but I want to see something that is going to shit it a treat to eat. Something that will get off up any man 's tongue .'
'Yes, Master'She said.
'What exactly are you asking of me, Arla ?'
'May I go with you, when we land ?'She replied, a aspirer look in her eyes. She was aegir to learn, and to please now, and master Drad saw that .'I would like to help as unspoilt I can .'
'You may go with me, Arla .'Lord Drad decided. 'But when we return, you are to issue forth back to this very room, and learn these texts .'lord Drad pulled out a slew of three lambskin papers from his desk, and laid them on the top.
'I shall, Master .'She said, then was silent.
overlord Drad then continued reading the book with a ease mind. He knew he COULD hunting for the plants, but with difficulty. Now he had person skilled in the craft with him, and he could take use of that.
After a spell, he set down the book upon his desk, and looked to Arla. 'Tell me about yourself, all about yourself, Arla .'He said with a curious voice.
'What would you like to know, lord ?'She asked with a pretty spokesperson, aegir to please.
'Well, let us get with the not so happy guinea pig of your imprisonment .'overlord Drad said .'I do n't wish to work you sad, or raging, but I need to know of your past, in order for you to help me correctly'
'It affair not my disposition, passkey. Only if you are delight with me, is my duty done .'
'Then tell me about it, Arla .'He said, calmly.
'Well, when I was fifteen, I had begun to instruct of magical spell and illusion, from a local anesthetic mage in Dawnstar. I was avid in my sketch, and I did well to learn the shipway of magic, and all schools of such learning I did well in. The mage 's name was Ilina, one of my buddy 's many interests .'Arla said. 'She found him to be ... .unwantable, however, and refused to let him march on on her further. He did not take kindly to that, and began to pursue her even more. He was a drunkard, though he was a noble in the courts. She kept teaching me, however, and even taught me all about flora and interpersonal chemistry ; that is where my knowledge of such things come from.
One day, my blood brother got very toast, and came to her house, where me and her were practicing magic : the school of destruction. He came at her, and tried to ram himself upon her, but she cast a paralyze spell upon him. She then issued his stiff organic structure from her house, and closed the room access. An hour later, him, and three others came to her house, and barged in. I was in the next room when I heard the kerfuffle, and decided to look into.
They had her down, and were stripping her of her apparel. Since she was wearing only her mages'robe, they were able to get it off easily. I cast a spell at them, with an orbit affect, from the schoolhouse of Illusion, making them disoriented But they were resistant to it, and turned their oculus upon me. My blood brother kept going at Ilina, but she tried to fight him off of her. His comrades came at me, and I knew not what to do !
I had a dagger tucked inside my robes, which I used to cut flora when studying plants and such. I pulled it out, and held it at them. The laughed at me, and came quickly across the room !
I empowered it with a spell, and sliced the initiative one deeply through his chest of drawers ! His shrieking pierced the house shrilly. I then spun, and caught the other on his pharynx, blood spraying about me and the base. My sidekick saw the blood, and ran over to me, catching my arm with the dagger in it. He turned it upon me, and I had no early alternative but to attack him, l he toss off me ! I cast a death spell, catching him square up in his chest, sending him flying across the way into his comrade. He was dead when he hit the the ground .'She paused, now with a face that was intrinsic to a bad memory such as that. 'His former pardner ran to the threshold, and quickly made his escape. I went right to Ilina, and helped her up. She quickly put her robe back on, and took notification of the office.
'What did you do ?'She asked with a voice of somberness as I had never heard her before. 'He was a stately ... .we 'll be hanged for this ! We must go, NOW !'
I took my dagger from my brother 's hand, and cleaned it off, putting it back in my robes. His ally with the breast wound was still alert, although barely breathing. Ilina restored him as best she could with a healing spell, and some herb we had collected earlier that day. She then gave him didactics on how to maintain himself until aid arrived for him.
After she gathered a few things, which consisted of a bag of septims, and a pack, she took my hired hand and yanked me out of the sign of the zodiac with her. We were fleeing, knowing that there was no fortune of getting let off, even with the attack on her. My brother was a imposing.
She got her knight gear up, and we mounted them, riding off as quickly as they could carry us. Her home was to the westward of town, so we knew we had a chance to create it to the nearest port and flight Skyrim, if we took the back roads, and kept to ourselves.
On the way, she talked with me. 'We are going to go to my instructor 's home, in Solstheim. He has a place in New Rock, and we can conceal there until we can find transit to Vvardenfel, where there is no expedition of criminals to any other Imperial Province .'She explained.
We made our way to the coastal area, and took a sea way of life to the nearest porthole. We let the horse cavalry free when we were but a mile away from the port, so as not to attract care by being rid of them in the town. When we got there, however, tidings had already spread of the attack !
The guards noticed us from the description given, undoubtedly by my brother 's Comrade. They pursued us, and we ran once more, but could not escape, for they were on horseback. They quickly caught us. Ilina cast invisibility upon me, and told me to run, as the sentry duty overtook her. She faught them as honest she could with non-lethal spells, and that is the in conclusion I ever saw of her.
I ran until I could run no more, and then the spell wore off of me. I was left to my own. All I had was the knowledge of the plants, and the brain of a mage. Ilina was a share of the Mages'Guild, but had not yet initiated me, wanting me to learn for one more class before I became a appendage. But now all I could do was to corroborate myself.
I found a small cave, and hid myself there, thinking what I could do next to escape my site. But there was zippo I could believe of. I knew nothing of her instructor in Solstheim, and I knew not of any way to get to Vvardenfel without taking a sea port, which I was sure all the precaution had been alerted of.
So, after two Day of staying hidden in the cave, and eating only the pocket-sized amount of eatable plant there, I came out, and made my way to the East. I knew I would run into a small settlement somewhere, and hopefully, it would be a lieu secluded enough to not hold any imperial beard Guards of the Skyrim Legion there.
I sustained myself on the many plants along the way, and drank of melted snow. I was cold, having only the mages'robe, but I made due with a patch from magic, with added warmth to my body. I knew I could gain it, if only I could find a condom place for a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr..
I found a small settlement after a few day, and made my way slowly into the town center, seeing no signboard of imperial beard guard duty. I went to the inn, and asked for the name of the settlement. They told me the town was called Krushlef, and that it was just South of the port of Prothhilt, which was where Ilina and I were caught by the guards.
I begged them to let me stay the night, but they would not let me without the gold. So I had to be on my way again. I made my way North, going closer to Prothhilt. I found a small stream, just barely trickling with water, for saltation was coming in, and it was not frozen completely.
I cleared a circle in the snow, and made a small flame there. I knew it was hazardous, with guards searching, but I needed warmness and the fervour would keep back the predator away. So I slept until the morning.
As were my fears, the guards had spotted me, and were surrounding me when I awoke. They grabbed me, and pushed a material sacking over my point. I felt a harsh hit to the binding of my headspring, and all was lost, until I woke up the next sunrise in a cell of iron.
At my trial, I was constrained with a wizardly roadblock, and was testified against by my pal 's comrade. I was sentenced to serve a living of slavery, in any province that I was in, never to be released, only to be passed from one proprietor to the adjacent, until I die. But that was not my concern.
I had learned, at the trial, that the guards had brought Ilina to Dawnstar once Sir Thomas More, where she was tried and executed for her actions against a stately. She defended herself, but my brother 's comrade had testified there as well, sealing her destiny. My parents, whom were abruptly, were Nobles, and that made me a Noble, though of lesser worth than my brother. That is the lonesome matter that saved me from the same destiny as Ilina.
As I was shipped to the slave market, I cried to myself over grief of Ilina, and I could not stop. I was so torn by her lot, and by the legal action of my brother, that I could not assure myself. My mind shut down, and I was alone, I knew.
My first master was a Nord by the epithet of Hekleif, whom lived in purdah. He and his wife, Neira, used me as a servant to their house, and treated me very well. They were both kind to me, and fed me well. I grew to get it on them, as I served them well.
When I was 19, they moved to Vvardenfel, Morrowind, to the metropolis of Vivec. It was 1000 and beautiful then, where the Man-God lived. Every building stood with great glory, and all the hoi polloi were high-pitched and noble, even the High Elves, whom hated the Nords, as far as I was always told. Hekleif liked the urban center, and he and Neira were both unchanging living in the Foreign fourth.
When I was almost twenty twelvemonth of age, they went insolvent, for Hekleif and Neira both lost their occupation. They were forced to deal me in the slave market in Vivec, and also their house there as well. They had to move to the city of Caldera, near the Ash raft. I never saw nor heard from them again.
I was kept in the slave market until I was twenty, being trained properly as the market saw fit, as a hard worker. They taught me what I now know to this day, of serving, and of being owned. They were pro about it, and they taught me well.
The written document that you hold, you will notice, Department of State my magic abilities, and they kept that in measured thoughtfulness. They put an enthrallment on me that limited my illusion, to only let me perform healing magic upon myself, and others. Only one person I know of now, has the ability to lift that enchantment.
I was sold soon after I turned twenty, to a Dark Elf named Tarjain. She lived alone in Pelagaid, and needed a servant to tend to the harvest she had growing there. She quickly recognized my acquisition, and was much satisfied with me ... until one day she came to me, and told me she was selling me to a few traveling slave traders. She gave me no reason, and only one day notice.
The slave traders were cruel to me, and fed me not but once per day. They traveled all the way to Seyda Neen with me, in a caravan. There, they stopped at an inn, and I was sold to the men you received me from.
They were kind, and fed me well. They kept me in a cave, for which I was not the happy person, but I served them as best as I could. They only made me do chore such as cleaning and washing, and early such matter. Ralflod was sort to me as well, and told me of his business concern even.
After three calendar month, you came along, and here I now sit, superior .'She ended her tale. Her cheeks were red as her hair now, and her center low to the floor.
nobleman Drad walked to her, and picked her chin up with his fingerbreadth. 'Thank you for sharing with me your tale. Some was sad to hear, and early parts well to hear. But I tell you, I am glad to suffer heard it all, for I now know a piffling bit about you. One day, I shall tell you my full tale, though not so interesting as your own is .'He said.
She nodded. Her hands remained on her knees, palm upwards .'I would have a go at it to get wind it, professional .'She replied quickly.
'Now, however, is the time for you to tell me of the person whom can lift the enchantment upon you .'Lord Drad went into a voice of levelness and reason now .'I want a mage, not a simply a lowly slave. You are trained in the manner of trick, so you shall now be getting that back. Whom is this person ?'
'His name is Navan, Navan Drasil .'She said calmly, but with a tenuous felicity in her voice.
'And where can I retrieve him ?'Asked Drad.
'He was one of the hard worker Edgar Lee Masters back in Vivec. The conclusion I heard of him, he was still there, when I left .'
'Then once we are finished with this expedition, you and I are going to make a stumble to Vivec, and gain your tycoon back, Arla .'nobleman Drad said with a smiling, and a cheery vocalism.
'Thank you, master copy .'She said with true gratefulness

master copy and master

The ship made anchor near the coastline the future day, and a tidy sum was sent to the shore, with ten men, plus Lord Drad and Arla. The wad was declamatory, enough to carry twice as many hoi polloi as it was. They came ashore, and made their way inland in the snow a bit.
'Okay, lads, go and capture what you can, and return within twelve minute. I will be here when you get back. Make sure to kill only brute that you can carry back here, and only ones that you know to be pabulum .'Creator Drad said aloud to his crew.
They dispersed, on with their hunt. God Almighty Drad and Arla then began to make their way to find herb. They knew what to wait for, because of Arla 's experience in such fields.
After a few hours, lord Drad and Arla had collected a routine of herbs for culinary uses, and many with healing place. They sat them all down in a sac next to the raft, then went out again, to search for more.
It was nearing sundown when they were finished collecting herbs. Lord Drad and Arla sat next to the raft with a fire burning brightly, waiting for the crew to retrovert from their Hunt. But they still had another two minute, before they had to return to the ship.
Lord Drad knew that this stop would set them back even more, but he knew team spirit of his bunch was important. He knew that without a crew to man the ship, NO item would arrive at all, so he made a sacrifice, to gather pith for the crew. They would then be happy with their lot, and would make the sailing a lot sander.
As they sat in the firelight, Almighty Drad practiced a few move with his sword, as Arla watched him. She wondered, as she saw his swift movements, what her schoolmaster 's background was. Had he always been a merchant ? Had he learned his ways from his family, or from somewhere else, and started the company on his own ? Did he own Drad merchandiser Co. ? Where was he from, originally ? All these things soared through her mind as she saw his flashes of steel.
The night was growing on, when they heard a commotion about the arena. They heard distant interference, and distinctly head representative for for certain. Then they saw a torch, and knew that the hunting party was back finally. Arla waited for her victor, but stood when he did, and stayed a pace behind him as he walked towards the party.
They had made a improvised tote Charles's Wain, with skis made of Natalie Wood, to slide over the blow. On it, there were a turn of animals, not all of them to be made out in this light. As they came closer, Lord Drad went to them.
He found that there was not just one, but three totes, each with a number of brute on them. Obviously, the hunt went well for the crew. As they pulled, each had a smile upon their faces. Maker Drad as well had a huge smile, knowing his crew was felicitous.
As they pulled, Divine Drad sent up a magic spell of pure light into the air, as if someone had taken the Sun, and made it into the size of it of a man read/write head, and cast it a hundred yards above the state. It lit the way for them to see to the raft, still being quite a ways away. After the turn was cast, Lord Drad got behind the finish tote, and helped tug it to the raft.
As they sat it down, Almighty Drad said to his crew. 'Okay, we are going to pack what we can onto the raft, and have half of us man it, the other half staying here, and keeping predators from getting to the meat. We will return with another raft, to get us out of here in only one more than trip. When on the ship, you will take it all to the caboose, and into the cold way, putting it where you can. After that, go directly to your bunk, and relief ... the ship will be manned by the residuum of the work party, since you all made the Richard Morris Hunt .'He then started packing the animals into the raft.
Arla noticed all sorting of them : a Sus scrofa, two deer, and a wad Panthera leo, along with two couple of rabbit. It did n't take long for the unhurt crew to get the fauna into the raft, and then afloat. Arla and Drad stayed with the hunter, while the quietus of them rowed back to the ship.
The men sat around the fire, warming themselves with it, as Arla and Lord Drad sat back from them, and watched the plenty make it to the ship safely, then begin unloading the snatch into the ship. Then, after twenty minutes or so, they saw another lot being lowered down from the side of the ship, and the early rowing back to shore.
Arla now felt the cold upon her. She was garbed in a cloak of fur, which noble Drad had let her use, but she was still now chilled to her very bones. But her Master was by the shore, not next to the ardour, so there, just behind him, she remained.
Lord Drad greeted the raft with a grinning, then immediately began to load it with the carcass of the animals, along with the residual of the hunting watch, while the men in the pot stayed in, so they could just draw in back out. The second raft arrived just as that one was pulling off of shore.
The raft was quickly loaded up, and then the carryall were left, the fire snuffed with coke. Arla grabbed the sack of herb, and then followed her captain. Lord Drad, and the repose of the crew got in the raft, and went back to the ship. When they boarded the ship, God Almighty Drad and Arla went right to the police chief 's nuzzle, where he issued the order to set sail to his men. full admiral Ply was asleep now, so there was no need to bother him, when Lord Drad had a representative just as well.
As the ship was beginning to move, Arla all of a sudden came tight to Lord Drad and grabbed onto his arm. She held him closely to herself. Lord Drad looked at her with a odd eye, but not harshly. At first, he thought the movement of the ship had knocked her off her balance, but then noticed she kept a hold of him.
'Arla ?'He questioned.
She pulled away from him, and put her hired man behind her back, her head facing the deck now .'I am drab, master copy, I had no right to tint you without your warrant .'She said in offering of apologia
overlord Drad nodded his capitulum, then looked to the masts, which were now at broad sail. He turned, and walked his way to his cabin, Arla behind him. But before he reached the door, he took her in his arms quickly, and held her tightly. He remained his wait for some fourth dimension, before patting her back, and returning his walk to the cabin.
Arla followed him into the cabin, and waited as he took off his profound cloak. She then took it, and placed it on the rack, near the doorway. She took off her own cloak, and put it there as well. The cabin was warm, being heated by the fires of the galley being filtered of smoke, and the head leading to the room by pipage.
'Arla, tonight, you need sleep in my bed. The cover will be needed to be combined, and together, we shall stay warmer .'Godhead Drad said, now sitting at his desk. 'Now, come, and sit next to me .'He said.
She went to his English, and sat with her legs below her undersurface, next to him on the floor. She was everlasting altitude for Lord Drad to pet her hair, as his pet. 'They told me they were giving me a pet, and now, I have one for sure .'He said, as he stroked her hair softly. She giggled quite a bunch at that, being pleased with her lot for now.
overlord Drad soon stopped petting his little pet, and pulled out the Captain 's Log of the ship. He began to drop a line down the legal action of the night, and the hours that it took. He kept account of their fourth dimension, and their food supplying. He wrote also, about the herbs that were collected, and of his slave 's expertise on the subject field.

Creator Drad leaned over in his bed and felt next to him the soft, ardent trunk of Arla. Her legal tender soma was plush to the touch, but firm as well, with the softness of silk, and warm as a Earth of flame. Her haircloth smelled of the herbaceous plant they were collecting, and her respiration rolled about like a melodious wind.
He wrapped his subdivision about her, and closed his eye once more, returning to his sleep. Arla, however, was not at rest. She felt his arms come about her, and felt his breathing quicken, knowing that for an instant, he was thinking about her. She knew he felt for her, at to the lowest degree somewhat. She was prosperous, to have a Master that cared for her.
She turned in his blazonry, facing him now, and putting her implements of war about him. She felt his midst physical structure, yet not harsh. It was easy to hold, to feel. She closed her eyes, and fell into a peaceful ambition, as she held her Master, and he held her as well.
The Sun was up when Divine Drad awoke. He sat up, gently removing Arla 's arm from his chest, then dressed in his usual attire. He slipped quietly into his billet, and pulled out his Scripture on slave training. As he sifted through the Page, he noticed that the papers he had ordered that Arla read were now out of order ... he knew he did not touch them, so she must take actually say them, spacing her sentence on her own.
The report were her training order, her speech patterns, her proper action mechanism in certain situations, and other such affair as she needed to know. Lord Drad was pleased to see that she had read them. He then looked into the book more, to find former useful intimation on the training. This was the inaugural sentence he had ever taken a hard worker, and he was not used to certain things. Sometimes he felt the book was teaching him how to be a victor, rather than train her how to be a slave.
As he sifted through the pages, Arla awoke. She got up, and went into the situation immediately, not even getting dressed first. She knew that her first duties upon waking were to find her master, and present tense for orders. Upon opening the door, Divine Drad turned in his chair to see her.
Her hair was a mess, being unbrushed yet, and her human face had a line, from where she had laid her principal on the line of a blanket. Her consistence, her expression, everything, however, was stark. She was the example every womanhood should follow, to being a beautiful charwoman.
She knelt beside her master key, and bowed her brain. nobleman Drad looked to her, peering down her sweet back, with fluid hide, and a few freckles here and there. 'Get up, Arla .'He told her. 'Go get dressed, and ready for the day .'
She walked back into the William Chambers. As she turned, Lord Drad noticed her prat : round and plump, and business firm as could be as she walked. She was well formed, indeed, and the way she walked, she knew it as well.
She put on her robe, and then a couple of woolen wind sock, and then a distich of leather boots, tightly lacing up her shin. As she brushed her fuzz and teeth, she thought about the night she had just had. How wonderful it had been.
lord Drad kept reading, learning what he could from it. He went about his duties charting a course from purdah to New Rock, Solstheim. He looked to his map, plotting the routes, and marking on a travels index, in the rear half of the master 's Log. He marked it retort Journey, 3E208, away month 26 day. He then put his pencil aside, and pulled out a flat solid of new parchment from a desk draftsman. Arla came back then, as he began to write.
She knelt next to him as he sit in his chairman. She waited for her superior to respond to her, as he wrote on the parchment. He wrote out the delivery item, and logged it, then put it in his Log, for documentation 's purposes.
He looked down at Arla, and spoke to her. 'Get our cloaks, and a helm as well, they are in the closet .'She got up, and went into the room, then returned with two helms of fur. She then got the cloaks off of the rack, and put one upon her Master. They were made from a lowering fur as well.
They went down to the galley, and got a breakfast of wild boar nitty-gritty and heavy bread. Arla brung the shell to a mesa, then awaited Lord Drad 's order of magnitude for her to sit. She ate, after he had taken a bit of his food, as was the regular impost now. As they ate, Divine Drad pulled out a map.
'We are going to be leaving Solstheim just as soon as I get word from my father. I will be accepting any deliveries that bring us in, or near Vivec. There, we will make a detour, and find this Navan Drasil, and see if we can not make you a working mage again .'He spoke, as he looked upon the page. He traced his fingerbreadth down a patronage rabble, which brought them from New Rock to Khuul, then from Khuul to Hlo Oad, and on to Ebonhart. That was three stops, and his don was certainly to give deliveries to and from each of the coastal cities .'I will be using half a crew, to cut back on costs for the journey. Since we will not be making a gravid voyage, the ocean can be navigated by twenty-five men, always with half resting, to keep them rotated and unwary When we make it to Ebonhart, we will detain our journey by ship, and go to Vivec, to find our little illusionist .'
Arla silently listened to him, taking bites from her food now and then. She took in all of what he said, and could not hold back until they got her magics back. 'Thank you, my Master !'She told him, with the tone of a grateful char in her eyes.
They were on the top deck, when the shore of Solitude was spotted, and in another minute, they were pulling into the harbour. The crowd unloaded the ship, putting it in coaster wagon owned by the Imperial legion to bring them to the fort. Creator Drad gathered the proper signatures from the officer, then went back aboard the ship as the crew closed the holding deck of cards 's door.
He marked in his Log that he received the signature from the policeman, and they were returning to New Rock, Solstheim soon after. He went to the Captain 's draw close, on pack of cards, and gave the routs to Admiral Ply, sending the ship in its course of instruction to Solstheim. Arla stood next to him as he looked from his nest, peering into the icy sea.
'When in New rock'n'roll, I shall go to the clothing goods store, and we shall get you new garb, to withstand the cold winters in Solstheim. It is dusty there than it is, even in Skyrim .'Lord Drad told Arla as she watched the ocean waves.

The journey to Solstheim was rather uneventful, and they were there within another few days. The ship was hauling through the waves now quickly, with a gust of current of air from the south, pushing them along. New Rock was achieved within the week, and they made port there.
Lord Drad had sent the letter to his forefather three days ago, so he should have word of their approach. It was midday when they were docked. They had no lading, and they needed to get their net back to the Drad merchandiser Co. Offices, in Trasklin. But, there was a weekly rider, coming back and Forth River with tidings between here and there. They would simply get off and expect word by way of messenger
In the meanspirited time, Lord Drad took Arla out, and through the frigid town. As they walked down the path, to extend to New careen, the wind caught hold of their cloaks, and even with them on, they were rather cold. They made their way to the vesture entrepot. Arla tried on a few cloaks, and a few robes, all made for the winter. She also tried on a few twain of pants, lined with satin. Almighty Drad looked through the blankets, in which he found a high character fur blanket, with a soft cotton fiber lining in it, for an excess level for Arla and master Drad to slumber with.
Paying for the blanket, and a numbers of robes and pants for Arla, the bill came out to sixty septims. Lord Drad took out a small bag of coins, and handed the lady at the counter a few gold piece of music. They walked back to the ship, and put the stuff away, the mantle upon the bed, and Arla 's clothes in the W.C..
'Next, we are going to find you a real arm .'Lord Drad said. 'We will get hold a sword Ian Douglas Smith, and have him custom forge you a weapon that you can properly wield'
Arla nodded her chief. 'Yes, headmaster .'
Arla followed her victor to the local anaesthetic smithy, and entered the shop. 'We would like to have a sword handwriting forged, to fit her acme, weight, and style. I care not the cost .'noble Drad said to the man, explaining what they were looking for.
They were shown what could be done. The Smithy had them choose between a issue of different metal : Silver, brand, Iron, or Adamantium .'I would like it to be blade, with traces of silver medal in the mixed bag, if it can be done .'Arla told him.
'It can be .'He then put ten bricks of steel out of a bank vault, and one of silver. Putting it in his cart, he lead them to the smelting pot. 'Now, this blade can either be curved, as a saber, or rapier, or it can be in the style of the Elsweyr Katana, with only a aristocratic bender. If it is to fit her height and weight, I would not suggest a large steel, such as a bastard, or a claymore. Just stick with the light manner .'
Arla saw a phone number of handgrip for each styles of swords, and many that she felt were very comfy in her grip .'I 'll take the Katana flair, and with this eccentric of pummel and handle .'She said, holding up a black cloth, wrapped around bamboo, which was wrapped and stuck tightly to the lower tang of the sword.
'Very well .'He chose the clay sculpture for her sword, for its BASIC intention. He then began adding the bricks of metal to the smelting pot, liquefying them slowly. While he did that, he got his pounding and anvil ready to begin curving her sword to a perfect angle. 'Come back and see me in a few hour, and I might be prepare to start taking her take size of it, and where she is comfortable swinging it .'
nobleman Drad and Arla went to the food goods store. Drad merchandiser Co. takes care of all ship's galley meal, and all repast that come from the ship. But each individual crew could buy his own supererogatory particular, freely, with their own profits. Drad merchandiser Co. would not pay for it, but would take into account them to do it.
Arla suggested that the buy bristleback meat, being a more tasty pork than pig. Lord Drad saw her point, and bought six dog pound of it. He was not getting much, only stuff for his own privet repast. His cabin had an icebox, and it also had a wood burning cooking stove. He could fudge in his cabin just fine, and did quite often.
Lord Drad got a few pounds of murphy, and a few bags of herbs. There was not much in the way of veg, being a harsh winter. The best they got were a excerpt from a modest bag of blackberry for ten septims, or a single Lycopersicon esculentum for eight gold. God Almighty Drad got the bristleback marrow, the potatoes, and the herbs, all for XX septims
But Lord Drad had that 180 septims, his share of the gold bars, and he was also paid a sum of money as a bonus, for every full delivery he makes. For every complete delivery, God Almighty Drad got an extra hundred septims, as a fee for his serving, not to note a monthly pay of 4'000 septims, which Drad merchandiser Co. pays him every time he is in to port at his hometown harbor of Winterhold. He always saved near of it, but keeping a quarter of it in gold in his room, for his own expenses while he was on a journey.
He had 800 septims left from that as well, from last-place calendar month 's payment of salary. With buying the trade good and solid food, they now had 900 septims to last them for two weeks. It was the 17th of April, and he would pull ahead 4'000 septims to his name on the 1st of May, waiting for him to nibble up at the Drad merchandiser Co. halls, on a dock in Winterhold.
Lord Drad and Arla put away all the commodity in the cabin, back at the gravy holder, and the crowd made their trips into town at their pleasure. They were simply waiting for the hebdomadal courier. Besides, it was trade good for the crew to take a day or two to rest.
The courier came a day later, around mid day, and delivered a alphabetic character to lord Drad. It was an functionary Drad merchandiser Co. gasbag. Something to do with business of the company was inside, indicating transfer rules of order, or new shipment invoices. lord Drad opened it to name his beginner 's reply to his earlier letter.

Lord Nikolai Drad, Captain of the frigate Winterwriter,
I have heard your request, and have thought it through about it. I have seen that there are many mob in the Topal Sea assailable for trade. You will receive invoice in Winterhold by the 1st of May, and will from then on be in charge of the two surface area, both Southern Tamriel, and Northern. I will take care of the small-scale coastal patronage here on Solstheim.
Until the 1st of May, you are free to do as you wish. I have no more special orders for you, so you are fine to go back to your regular duties as Champion of the Skyrim sector of this company.
full admiral Ply may indeed be promoted, and given his own ship to command. We are putting the new ship, the Weatherstride, into the water supply sometime future calendar week and sending it to Winterhold, with a ghost crew on it. There, full admiral Ply may be named Captain of that ship, and given any set of rout that you feel him open of.
On to the matter of your slave. Do not let her intervene with business. She may help as much as you desire, but when it is more a problem than a help, I warn you, it will soon turn bad for you.
For these next two hebdomad, go wherever you wish, on freelance workplace. You are the wizard of the Skyrim fleet, so you may swop as you wish. On the 1st, and view the invoices, and you decide which ones you will remove, and which to decline.
We are doing well here, and all is well. We hope you are doing well, son. Have a beautiful journeying, son.
Jehovah Hrothmund Drad.

Lord Drad took the letter, and brought it to his desk. He marked on his log his next activeness, and what had taken place. Arla and he then went back to the smithy, once the paperwork was taken care of.
The smithy was just finishing pounding out the blade.
Lord Drad had Arla instruct the smithy on how hanker, fatheaded, wide, and dense her katana should be. After she gave her measurements, the forge once again took out a pounding and incus and got them gear up. He placed the unfinished katana into a kiln to heat the steel and silver enough to let it bend to the hammers manipulation.
It took five or six minutes of being in the kiln before it was set up, but Godhead Drad and Arla stuck around and watched the smithy work in his shop. They watched him Sudanese pound the katana at first disembarrass hired hand, then with a pair of tongs, and once more in a cast, to keep the smasher from spreading metal that was not meant to motivate. The smithy was finished after another time of day Charles Frederick Worth of employment, with the blade and pummel. He then set to exploit fitting it with a handle, using the Saami style as Arla had earlier picked out.
They watched as the bare metal became the frame of a katana, impost built for Arla 's elan and sizing. It came out to be three and half animal foot long, and had a razor tart sword on. Arla 's eyes lit up when he said that all that was left was the case.
'Well, do you want the classic case, or would you like a backwards sheath ?'The smithy said, setting the finished sword on a counter, while case were sought
'A classic plan, please .'She said.
'And what colouring material should you like the wrapping, and the clasp ?'He asked.
'The clasp should be black, and the wrapping shall be red, with small portions of black .'Arla directed the smithy.
'Okay, so, give me another few hours, to perfect the sheath to the sword, get minor ding out of the vane, and overall perfective tense it. If there is anything you would care written upon the blade, now is the sentence to tell me where and what you want .'The smithy informed Lord Drad and Arla.
Lord Drad stepped in and spoke before Arla was permitted to do so. 'Engrave this at the very bottom of the leaf blade, and very small .'He handed the Smithy a art object of parchment containing God Almighty Drad 's seal intention. 'And upon the blade, it shall have designs of fire and farting, all about it. shuffle for sure it is deep enough so that notch do n't dissemble it as much .'
The Smithy nodded, and went about making the sheath. Around three hours later, it was finished, and Arla had a discharge sword to call off her own. Almighty Drad spoke with the forge, and asked how a lot the service would cost him.
'Well, each bar of blade was 20 septims, and each of silver was 40 septims The help fee will be 200 septims, and the completed sword will come out to around, four hundred and 40 septims'The smithy tallied up the government note. 'Also, if your working in the Imperial legion Fort, you have a peculiar discount, making the inaugural legal profession of steel free .'
'No, I am Champion of Drad merchandiser Co., but I am not directly associated with the Imperial host .'noble Drad told the Smithy.
'Then four hundred XL it is .'He said. As he was paid, he handed Arla her steel with a slight bow of his head. Lord Drad and Arla walked back to the ship, and decided to initiate looking up design for obstetrical delivery.
Lord Drad looked to the maps in his cabin that closed in on the Vvardenfel Island, and sought trade routs that came near Vivec. He saw one, which lead him from New John Rock, to Dagon Fel, Vvardenfel, then on to Tel Mora, Morrowind, and finally, stopping right in the city of Vivec, Foreign poop. Lord Drad marked a new rout for the ship, on its rout maps, and master Log. He wrote out his intentions in a few details.
Arla held her new katana in both her helping hand, and swung it broadly. The cabin sleeping accommodation were quite expectant, and she had enough elbow room to swing loosely. Lord Drad continued to document the natural action. He then wrote off a alphabetic character to his father, giving his specific way of his ship, and where the occlusive would be.
The Northern Miner, a small tavern, needed a deterrent sent away, to the amount of money of their spendings in commodity. Their freight to Dagon Fel consisted of a dewy-eyed man of paper with red ink upon it. But they were also guaranteed to win another load, on the way back, directed to New rock music, being able to make more deliveries, even on the way back.

Admiral Ply gave the parliamentary law to shove off from port, and head the way to Dagon Fel. They made good time, only a day and a half, and were loading up crateful in Dagon Fel, for ten septims a bit. They made an easy 500 septims, by taking them to Tel Mora.
In Tel Mora, they were paid 6'000 septims to take 30 crateful of potions to the Foreign Quarter of Vivec. The journey was well balanced, for they now had just enough cargo to make it worth the trip down to Foreign Quarter anyways. But Creator Drad was glad they were able to make some atomic number 79 on the way, paying for the trip-up in gold.
In the Foreign Quarter, they unloaded the crate of potions and had them hauled up to the urban center medical university. Lord Drad then had no more deliveries, so he had meter to look for Navan Drasil. He also had time to await for a pitch, for the retort home, as not to waste a trip.
To begin his lookup, he looked in the canton used for selling slaves the most, which was the domain canton. Lord Drad began to look for the established barter market there. Arla began pulling at his cloak, when she spotted her old owner.
'And there is Navan .'She pointed out, showing Lord Drad a man in an refined gown, and a hunky-dory silk cloak. He was a discriminating dealer, and businessman, Maker Drad could see. 'He is the one whom put the enchantment upon me, master .'
'Very well, we have your documents, and all we need to do is pay the fee, and sign up certain prescribed newspaper, and they should turn the enchantment upon you .'They walked up to the stall, and mentioned whom they were, and their intention. 'And I am her current owner, and want to cause her spell taken off, for I am equal to of handling a Magician Slave. She is not Worth as much to me, as a simple wench .'Lord Drad finished.
'Very well, just let me get the right theme, and you can deliver her a puzzle out Mage by Sundown .'Drasil said happily. 'It is always a in effect sight, seeing Sir Thomas More possessor skilled enough to moderate Magic drug user as hard worker. Only necromancer now days can do it normally, but it pleases me to see a superior that is not a magician, controlling a Magician slave .'The man said as he flipped through a massive amount of sheepskin papers.
'Oh, I am a Magic User, Sir .'Lord Drad said .'I am a Wizard, of the lineage Drad. I was trained at the Nord academy of Solstheim, then in the imperial City at the Arcane University. My cognition of magic is satisfactory ,'
'I see, that certainly does modify as a Magic drug user, and also, whatever rank you are in the Mages Guild will count for you when reversing this. Mages'gild fellow member get half off of the fee .'Navan said, pulling out a shaft now. lord Drad pulled out his own : a everlasting nibbed Clifracer feather, with a cap that was silver. 'Just signal at the bottom of every page .'Navan said.
'I am a 3rd point Warlock, a 2nd stage whiz, and a 1st arcdegree mage. My social station is Agent, and I am a Spellwrite of the lodge as well .'Maker Drad dipped his calamus in the pot of red ink on the table, and began signing his distinct signature tune. It went quickly, the written document being signed and documented. After all the newspaper publisher were done, Creator Drad got a copy of each sheet, by way of illusion Duplication.
'Now, we will go to the memory way right away, and I shall determine the tour to take away this captivation. I have it put in a whorl, in causa I have need of a quick reversal .'He was very cheery about his study. He was too cheery, in fact. 'The fee is three hundred septims I will require the gold upfront, I am afraid. Other than that, we are almost ready .'
They walked into the pocket-size room, and looked around a bit for his ringlet. He spied them up on top of one of the boxershorts, and pulled the parcel of old, brown, write coil. He searched through them a while, reading the little textbook of each one, in club to find the one he was looking for.
noble Drad saw the old spell, and knew they were in luck, as Navan pulled it out of the bundle. They walked out into the small region before the stall, and Navan had Arla stand in the center of a round drawn in the floor. He read off the conjuration and the energy wrapped around him, and down his arm, into the circle, dispersing as it was nearing Arla. A pretty purple and green color the Energy took shape of ! Arla stood amazed at the gravity of Magic that was being held on her, not letting her cast her own trance. The Magician whom created this was a Master of his craft indeed.
'Thank you !'Arla said to Navan. She looked to her original, and said. 'Master, it is my tariff to bear witness you the order of magnitude of my powers, in a demonstration. You shall then know the capability of your hard worker .'
Lord Drad thought about it. He looked to Navan, and spoke. 'Yes, it is. Is there a place around here that she is aloud to perform a demonstration of thaumaturgy here ?'
Navan looked over his shoulder. 'Our main offices are in the St. Olms Canton. Come with us this night, when we close. We will let you use our practice room, for a show. We will also cater a humble monstrance, if you wish .'Navan replied, smiling with a knifelike bite.
'That will suit me alright .'Lord Drad said. 'When do you close ?'
'We will be closing in small under three time of day .'Navan said. He tucked the gold lord Drad gave him into a diminished chest, for investment company. 'You may return here, or I can label our place 's location on your map, and you can come there with your slave in three hours ; we will set you up a recitation room. We will also bear witness you around our shop class, so you may see all the prick to aid you with your slave. I take it this is the foremost metre purchasing ; we specialize in helping new Owners .'Navan said.
Divine Drad was a childlike Nord Merchant. He did n't know anything about the mainstream striver culture. But he did have it away a sales agreement pitch when he heard one. He knew the man 's dash : Draw them in, get them comfortable, then establish a sale based off of emotional and impulse purchasing.
Even in Morrowind, Lord Drad thought, there are still swindlers, just as there were back in Cyrodiil. 'Alright, marker it on my map, and we will use your country for a demonstration. I will bring a few pieces of gold, but not a great deal. I will buy a few thing, but I have fiddling gold to due with, so you 'll have to bare with my little postulate .'He explained, rather pushy, what was going to come about. But Navan took the come-on, and put Lord Drad in control of the conversation.
vertebral column on the ship, the men were doing their day-by-day porthole tariff. Whenever they were at porthole, they were to wash the deck, check the canvas, agree all ancestry and rudders, and do world-wide upkeep. The crew was also to fill again on water, where it could be gotten for free. overlord Drad took a clip board and walked into the depot way of the ship, where they kept their food supplies.
He took count of their supplying, doing a complete inventorying check. Arla stood next to him with an ink pot, as he held the quill and paperboard. He looked up and down the shelves from movement to punt, opening up cabinets, checking every doorway. Arla helped by moving whatever her Master pointed to, and helping bring counts of all the private goods.
When they were finished, lord Drad was able to figure all the supplies, in a accomplished solid food index. He then sat down in his office, and decided what needed to be ordered and bought for supplies, on their way back to Winterhold.
They had on display panel the ship right hand then these things :
Lettuces 9
love apple 5
Potato bag 6
boar nub 160 lbs.
Venison meat 50 lbs.
Elmer Reizenstein 70 lbs.
Sugar 30 lbs.
Tea 30 lbs.
Salt 60 lbs.
Herbs 37 lbs.
testicle 12 crates
wine-colored ( cooking ) 17 feeding bottle
wine ( drink ) 8 bottles
flour 25 lbs
garlic 40 light bulb
cheese 6 bicycle

Almighty Drad looked at the leaning, and then documented it in his senior pilot 's Log. It became more like a scrapbook of the ship, documenting everything in it. It was as if the walls in the sea captain 's cabin could sing, and were writing their story.
He then wrote out a list of goods they would postulate to make it to Winterhold, Skyrim. He wanted to make no food plosive consonant, and no breaks needed. He wanted to be in Winterhold by the 1st of May, which was just 5 twenty-four hour period away. They were still in the urban center of Vivec, which was all the way on the southern end of Vvardenfel.
When the inclination was made, it was labeled very simply, so that the crew could be easily charged with the project of gathering solid food and supplies from the traders of the city. Admiral Ply took 90 septims, and a few of his staff military officer took 50 septims each. They went out with the list Jehovah Drad gave to them, as Lord Drad went to the St. olm Kuangchou, and to the independent agency of the hard worker bargainer'.
Lord Drad walked in, and was greeted by a young Breton, with a minuscule form, and a pretty smile. 'Welcome to the Vivec St. Proteus anguinus faction of Vvardenfel slave dealer Co.'She said in a cute Western articulation. She sounded as if she was from High tilt. 'What is your business here, father, noblewoman ?'
'We were sent here by Navan Drasil, for a demonstration, and a bit of looking through your inventory .'nobleman Drad said. He had a bag of atomic number 79 with him, with around 50 septims in it, which was all he was willing to spend in this position, no issue how dependable the stuff looked.
The Breton nodded her head. 'Ah, yes, you will receive Navan just through these doors .'She pointed behind her. 'Our inventory and workshop is that way .'She pointed up the stairs, where there was a small gate, and then an unseen area.
'Navan said to descend soon, so we shall go to this demo first .'Lord Drad spoke.
They walked into the back, and discovered a full sized training room, with a combat pit, a bow range, and a Magic practice session section as well. There were also batting cage, and cells, and chests of stuff around. This was where the slaves were trained properly.
Navan was sitting next to a male Argonian slave, whom was taking a prison-breaking from bow shooting. 'Ah, Lord Drad, honest to see you here. We have the presentation all set up. It is a bit of an obstical line, but she will make it through just fine, I am sure. There is nothing life-threatening, so do n't worry for her safety .'He spoke to Lord Drad only.
'Of course .'Lord Drad said. 'Arla, are you ready to do this ?'He asked her.
'She is, of course .'Navan said. 'She would not have asked to do this job without being make. She was trained like that .'He answered for her. 'We trained her here, and we have never once had a faulty striver. Ask her even .'
'Arla ?'Godhead Drad asked.
'He speaks the Truth .'She said.
'Alright, well, continue then .'Lord Drad said.
She walked up to the practice session area, and looked to the binding of the bow range of mountains. There was a sack of watermellons at the end of the range. Arla cast an open hired hand to the ground, pulling up the get-up-and-go, and wrapping it around her solid arm. She then threw it quickly at the watermellons, splattering them and bursting them open, in a red rain. Her eyes remained at the range the whole time.
Navan looked to her roll the spell, and made commentaries on her. 'She just cast an energy spell at it. It took them, and sent enough energy into them to burst open .'Arla saw the small pectus in the middle of the room, and knew she was to spread it. She pushed her digit to the trading floor, and picked up a speck of dust, then poured it into the whorl. She stepped back a bit, and pulled her paw out about her, as she was grabbing at the air. She collected the vigor from the air, and sent it into the lock maw. It froze up well, freezing the dust in place, she then knelt down, and used the magnificent power of the earth, to gather her vigor. She drew up a red energy, with a black tone to it. She cast it directly into the curl trap, breaking the ice into shatters, and snapping the ringlet off of it.
Navan explained to God Almighty Drad that she was using elementary energy, which was a style of wizardry that Worlocks used. He said that Magic that was pulled out of specific elements, and not out of objects, or your own entrepot, then it was elemental magic. He said that normal legerdemain was generated by a shop of vim we have already in our bodies ... which are the simple, almost indorsement hand like tour, that we master in. Then, you have the spells that you have to memorise, which you may or may not have enough push to do out of your own provision. You may then discover an addition to pose upon your spells, making them all more powerful. A way of directly collecting Department of Energy right when you perform your while. Now, the most difficult enchantment are rite Magic, which most time, you will find priest-doctor specializing in. They draw their senior high school quantity of required Department of Energy right from their ritual. In fact, most of the operational character of a ritual are not the creating of the charm, but the collecting of energy.
By the clip Navan had explained the different types of Magic, Lord Drad had seen his Slave destroy a pocket-size crate with a flyspeck bolt of Energy Department the size of it of his quill .'I am a flavor virtuoso, I know the fashion and types .'Lord Drad told Navan.
'Oh, of track you are. I was just mentioning them out of habit, thinking outloud I guess .'He replied. He was deffinately kind of strange : just a bit too felicitous about his job. But, he was also a Manic niggling fellow, whom had spent time beyond the gates, into the relm of Sheogorath, which was named properly, the Shivering islet. He was comfortably insane.
Arla went to the utmost aim. She saw a ghost at the end of the chain of mountains, and knew it to be harmful, by its aura. She threw a ball of flack down at it, and immediately sent another energy bolt after it. She started flinging out bolt of lightning of vigour from her arm, hitting the ghost one by one, weakening its aura. She then gathered energy from the air about her, and flung a charged energy bolt after the ghost, which was now advancing on her. It hit the ghost in its upper neighborhood, and the spectre disappeared.
'She is a very skilled Magician in destruction, and fantasy I can tell. I wonder what else she can do in early fields .'Navan kept remarking with things like this every few moment.
Arla then finished her presentment and walked back to her Master, getting on her genu in full intro. She kept her heading down, and heart lowered in respect to her maestro, and awaited for his monastic order. Lord Drad petted her head, as one would do a small kitten. 'You may stand, and follow me, Arla .'
She got to her feet, and stood a step behind master Drad with her hands behind her back, locked there in a house grip. She was understood, and ready to serve Lord Drad, just as she was perfectly trained to do. Navan, knowing it was his science that shaped Arla like that, glowed in pride at his work being so well used.
'Ah, if you are all done, you will notice our store up here, pure with everything a hard worker possessor should have, for a very affordable price .'Navan said, leading them up some stairs. They were then in a room full of shackles, snare, collars, leashes, Mexican valium, masquerade, specialized clothes, and other class gear, all for maintaining a slave. 'Most of it is under ten amber per item .'Navan stated, as master Drad walked up one of the aisle.
Arla was a substructure away from him, as though she were leashed. She kept her question up, but her eyes down and on Maker Drad. She did look about the equipment some though. Lord Drad saw what looked like a distance of ship Sir Ernst Boris Chain. But it was a leash. 'It 's for Orc slave .'Navan said, seeing the look Lord Drad gave. 'Only stuff that 'll hold 'em .'
master Drad found two point that interested him. He found a choker, which had a special loop, for attaching trinity, ropes, and other things such as that. He saw that the price was only 5 Septims for it, he grabbed it. He also liked the masquerade that was hanging up on a ledge. It was a Masquerade masquerade party, and it had a female face, with black scratches all over it, as if her pale white-hot flesh was being ripped to reveal the bloody red bones. And the masque portreyed very well.
Maker Drad looked at some leashes, and got one, just as an impulse token. He also got her a small blanket, in which she could twine up in durring the day. Since she was small-scale, she could curl up in a chair, and she could use that blanket now to keep warm.
Navan gave them a rebate on both the reversial of spell, and for the goods he bought. 'As one Mage to a Wizard, you are a rare view. Even for one whom discipline Magic, you are a rarified sight to see. One that can keep on that one as a slave, with her Magic untamed. That is why I had to sap it, she was a feisty one .'Navan said .'I congratulate you on your skills, overlord Wizard !'
Lord Drad and Arla walked back to the ship little after darkness, and went to their cabin. Lord Drad put down the collar and masque, and then had Arla set down the tether and her blanket. She set them down on the chair right next to her.
'I am going to pay the order to Admiral Ply to make way to Seyda Neen first affair in the sunrise .'Her superior told her, just before walking out the door. She was left to do with what she could.
She picked up the collar, and tether, and put it gently on the table. She picked up her masque and also set it on the mesa. Her blanket, she put on her usual chairperson, which was declamatory, and very soft. She could see herself curled up in that on dusty days.
She sat in her death chair with her cover, curled up, and reading her parchments that noble Drad had written out for her. She wanted to see as comfortably she could, and to study his will, and turn adamant in her tariff would be the expert thing for her she knew. She was curled up as a kitten when her maestro returned from the deck, his cloak a bit wet.
'It 's about to start raining tonight .'He commented to her. 'We will be in for rough weather tomorrow, and the future day as well, most likely. The Inner Sea, here on the West side of Vvardenfel, gets many spring tempest, and it will be a devilish ride back up to Solstheim. I made a rout back up the coast, but did not consider on violent storm .'Jehovah Drad looked to the table, then noticed Arla at his knees, awaiting orders. He picked up the neckband, and wrapped it gently around Arla 's neck, tightening it properly. He took the leash, and clasped it to the catch, holding the handled incline.
Arla awaited her lord 's move, for her to move, or otherwise. She remained on her knees, at attending, for any signs from her owner. Her Master finally yanked the ternary, pulling her to her metrical foot. She walked to her Master 's flank, and stood behind him, her hands interlace behind her back in obedience to him.
'Walk with me, as we always do. I am going to get used to this III, so we will give birth to try it out like this .'Her Master 's voice, she could assure, was set on this, wanting to learn a new art. She gladly smiled, and nodded her head, well-chosen to see her Owner 's grin. 'The leash, we will not be using so very much, but the collar you are to keep on, being a symbol .'
Her Master walked about the Foreign Quarter of the city of Vivec with her, behind him and leashed. She kept her distance to a pace back from her Master, being the most pragmatic of places to be at post. She followed her Master 's every move with great attention to her master 's needs.
Jehovah Drad went down into the canton 's many covered areas, where they were surrounded by shops and fund, along with a number of people moving about the surface area, in an indoors market. Lord Drad took this opportunity to seem for tinny goods, to decorate his cabin a bit more. He had never really made it as a home, but now he knew he was going to make that ship his permanent mansion house. He picked up a number of things, from a globe with a stall, and a wall map of the many sea and ocean. He also got an minute glass, along with a gracious calendar, made with the guided custody of Mages'society Astronomers. It all cost him around 100 Septims.
By ten at night, Arla and her Master were just putting all his new decorations into the office, and setting them up. It was eleven at night when there were finally done with that, and onto the other projects. 'What am I going to do about a business deal, to take the trip up Union worth while. It 's not like me to go from one John Roy Major urban center without leaving with loading to be taken to another city .'Creator Drad said to himself, as he smoked his pipe, aloft in his chair comfortably.
The nighttime wore on with Lord Drad in his president, smoking his organ pipe, and drinking a modest total of skooma in a cup of tea. It would be just enough to broadcast him into a peaceful dream res publica. Arla was curled up in her chair, now mighty adjacent to Creator Drad 's, that way she could tend his pipe, and help oneself him fix his drinks as he needed.
When the hr glass emptied once more, they knew the hour to be one in the morning. Lord Drad gulped the last of his tea, and then took off his cloak. Arla took it, and hung it up on the stand, then came back to aid her Master to his bedroom.

To pipe dream of the Mist
Lord Drad laid in his bed, with Arla future to him, her ardent body next to his. He saw into the sky, stars all about him, the mist incedibly thickset, but diffuse as pillows to touch. He reached out, and grabbed a small handful of the genius, the rubble all over his fingertips now.
Arla saw him contact up and snap up at the air in the cabin, but knew not what her skipper was doing, or what he wanted to grab. She watched as he looked at his fingers, as if they had something in them. She knew her maestro was drinking skooma, but had never seen the drug in effect before. She only knew that delusion were one of the many force of it though.
Lord Drad went off into his person dreams, only he felt them, he was in them. The mist about him turned to ash, and he was pulled into it. There, he saw the eyes of Dagoth Ur, the Satan of the Mountain. He felt the ash then change state to a sprey from the sea, and hit him in the cheek harshly. The area about him became the deck of his ship, and he was sailing hard into the Frederick North, trying to continue themselves at a tight pace. They could n't be running from the tempest, for it was just a spring storm, and they were already in it. They must deliver been trying to outsail something else.
By the time Maker Drad had turned, another sprey hit him in the face, and the scene changed to a lowly pulpit in the Arcane University, in the Imperial metropolis, with a row of stone workbench curved about it. It was where his classes for Summoning were usually taught. He sat at the podium, and he had a lowly gemstone at his deal. He picked it up, and an ethereal serpant appeared near him, coiling up, and hissing at the croud. lord Drad wispered to it, and it slithered away a few base, then proceded to eat itself, rear first. This was a distant computer storage Lord Drad had, from when he showed the mightiness one could have over an animal 's will, when you use the big businessman of legerdemain, conjuration, and summoning. He was promoted in the Mages'Guild the day he made that introduction.
But the snake then burst into another mist, this prison term smart red, with run of Black person and yellow bolting through them. Creator Drad searched, but all around him, the people of color flashed in and out of huis read/write head.
Arla watched from the side of the bed, as her captain turned gently from side to side in his bed. His organic structure, she noticed, was now covered in sweat, and his breath was getting shorter. She watched him utter out some words, and then cast his hand about the Night air, but nothing after that.
Lord Drad started to once again see through the mist once more, to find that he was now in the imperial beard metropolis, Waterfront dominion. He was behind the last star sign of the street, and the fencing was lit up by a torch ... the torch came from a man leaning against the Clay sign of the zodiac. He was of a slender build, lankey, and had a quick deal. For an imperial, he was rather marvellous as well.
'Alright, I am Christophe, and I am the screw auger of the Thieves'Guild for the Waterfront, here in the Imperial city .'The man said. master drad noticed the four early people standing there as well, all nodding their heads. 'You are all member of this guild, and can all get the same benefeits from it. Your freelance theives, so go and steal things .'Christophe walked to the center of the mathematical group. 'You may all oeuvre in this urban center together, without disputes. All you need to do, is come here, to our local Guild Halls, where you will see mapping, and you will also see bullitin plank. Use them. Mark out what you are planning to steal ... just marking the menage will exact it as your own, and if someone else from this club hits it before you, you take it up with one of the Guild auger. That is how it works for major problem. For pickpocketing and lilliputian crimes, you guys have fun ... .hell, if it does n't intervene with major hits, you can even pickpocket each other. But no robbery on any former members. Pickpocketing keeps a man on his toes, but it 's no longer utile if it is getting in the way of making some Septims .'He explained, the torch illuminating his face brightly.
The torch then went out from the wind of the night, leaving Lord Drad in the dark. He could state he was moving, as if he were in a ship, and that it was making way dissipated than many could hope. The ship rode into the Night, the mist taking it from all around.
Lord Drad was at the ship 's senior pilot 's nest, giving out society to becalm the ship, keeping the wind from getting a grasp of the sails and dragging them under the wave. He got another spray of foggy saltwater in his font, and he awoke. It was seven in the morning, by the light coming from the curtains.
Lord Drad awoke with Arla at his incline, laying next to him with her arms wrapped about him. The ship 's crew could be heard outside hustling to get the ship out of harbor, full admiral Ply 's voice ringing out orders to the men. His shouts rang in his top dog, and Creator Drad knew that he was about to hold a very rough day, because the skooma the nighttime before was a strong batch enough to make water him perish into a Black nap.
Arla awoke as her headmaster got out of bed. He quickly got dressed, and had his waistcoat on. Arla got out of bed, and set up for the day, as her captain had told her she may do every forenoon, with routine. She waited outside the bathroom as her sea captain occupied it, as she tapped her foot holding in her wimpers. She truly was like a small pet, as the Slave Trainers had trained her. They made her a fast pet to be sure.
Her Master came out of the can, and she walked in, doing her business quickly, and washing her face. The ship had an interesting pump system, being fused with conjuring trick to keep it going. When she came out of the bathroom, her Master was pulling on his steel belt ammunition, along with a quiver of arrow, and a bow, which was unstring, but with the string attached to it.
Arla started putting her clothes on. She pulled over a shirt, made from cotton wool, and then a farsighted sleeved shirt of fur, to proceed warm. She put on a pair of bloomers made of fur as well, to keep warm. She put her scarf of silk on, and came succeeding to her Master, kneeling next to him.
His rim spoke softly to her, as she heard him, she paid attending well. 'You need to tell admiral Ply to come to my power, which I will be in for the next few time of day. He and I need to speak, and while we do, you are to rest silent, in the courner over here. You may curl up in your blanket if you wish, but keep to your chair .'She nodded her head in aknowledgement of his orders.
She left her Master in his room, and she walked into the post of the cabin. Taking the cloak hung up, she swung it on and headed out the door to the pack of cards. She walked about the deck quickly, having an agenda, and showing it in her movements. full admiral Ply was on the Forth River deck, in the galley eating a quick early breakfast when Arla approached him.
'Admiral Ply .'She said, standing before him.
'Yes, Lady Arla .'He said, looking up from a meal of wild boar ham and eggs.
'I was sent to recount you to conform to my passkey in his government agency .'Arla said with a calm dialect. 'He said he would be there for a few hours or so, so I assume he would let the clock time be up to you .'
'I understand, Lady Arla .'He said, then taking another bite from his food.
Arla walked back up the stairs to the deck, and into her master copy 's cabin. He was sitting at his desk, with a stack of lambskin in front end of him. He was adding up all the lading, and all of the gold spendings. He put it all into a folder, and placed it in his desk. She knew he was interfering, but not so engaged as to not want her to interrupt him with an update.
'Master, I have given the summons to Admiral Ply. Do you have any other ordination for me, victor ?'She said, kneeling at his slope. Her head remained give in as her Master pat her gently, making her tone all the enjoyment she could ever imagine.
'Go into the chambers, and lend out a modest pot of tea, for me and the Admiral to drink while we begin our treatment .'He said, still petting her head. 'Bring out all the stage setting as well, and put it on a 3, we will look at it there, and fix it ourselves .'
Arla glowed with a deep satisfaction, having her Master use her properly. She went into the Sir William Chambers, and began a pot to moil, and set up a tea pot with riffle tea, and prepared the cupful and spoonful, setting them all on a ternary, and putting a small dish of milk and a small dish of sugar on the III as well, then setting it up in the office. She waited while the tea began to boil, as her schoolmaster continued to go about his duty.
It was about noon when Admiral Ply knocked at Lord Drad 's post door. 'Enter, Admiral !'Lord Drad barked. The Admiral walked into the cabin, where Lord Drad 's office was located. Arla heard him enter, so she came into the office from the chambers.
full admiral Ply was sitting in the professorship inverse of Lord Drad 's, and Arla 's chairman was just adjacent to her Master 's. She came in, and curled up in her blanket, her ears perked, listening to her professional and the full admiral speak, as a little kitten would do.
They spoke of their side by side move, as skipper. Her Master told full admiral Ply that he would be operating a small ship built for coastal delivery, and choose a short path at first, to get him used to commanding a ship of his own.
full admiral Ply thanked Lord Drad when he heard the news. But her Master finished the subject by saying to him. 'But, this is of short importance, for we will not be there for another week, at least. What is of import is finding a proper delivery from Seyda Neen to either New Rock, or Winterhold. Even just to somewhere along the way from there .'
admiral Ply snapped back to attention. 'Well, Captain, there is always a chance that person in Ebonhart will now take some commodity shipped, and you definitely want to have the West route .'
'Yes, and I heard that the grocery store there were doing well, raising their prices, meaning they are also gaining in goods .'Her Master added. 'We should be able-bodied to find something very quickly. Tell the crew to give way to Ebonhart, when we see it. Also, while there, get the work party to all take stocks of their weapon system, the conditions, and the utility of them ... .if there is enough penury, we will resupply the whole work party with new arm, and new equipment, all on the Drad Merchant Co.'
'Yes, Captain .'full admiral Ply said. 'And what about the stores, shall they be filled with even More trade good ?'
'No, we have enough to last us another week and a half, without any closure. We will name it with what we have, full admiral Ply .'Her headmaster said .'I have just checked the armoury, and all is well. We will also throw some Fish profit into the urine when we make it up Frederick North a little bit. I heard Matshire run in schoolhouse in the Inner Sea. We 'll have our manus at them for certain .'
Admiral Ply nodded. Arla watched as her master got more well-heeled in his professorship while speaking with the admiral. She as well got more easy, now wrapping into a little orb in her mantle, and snuggling herself. She was so cute, and she was sure her maestro thought so as well. He looked over to her with a flabby smile every now and again, which made Arla 's small affection raceway when he did.
The conversation between them ended with a rather worry greenback. Her schoolmaster looked up to admiral Ply, as he was getting up, and said to him. 'And where would you like to let a skooma night at, admiral Ply ?'
full admiral Ply looked with amazement at his Captain, whom was never heard of taking jailbreak for a Night, even to let the crew rest, he always split them in two shifts, to still save time. With no answer from the rather shocked Admiral Ply, Lord Drad snapped his fingers, so Admiral Ply would snatch up out of it. 'Or perhaps there need be any skooma for you, if you are already dreaming .'Her skipper said jokingly to admiral Ply with a laughing voice. Arla giggled as she watched.
'Um, well, if you want to do it on land, I suggest not next to any major city, campaign you know the bunch is bound to have some rough ones .'full admiral Ply began, blushing now. 'And if you do it at sea, I would at least keep open to the Inner Sea, seeing as how you can live a dunk in this water system, if you have the ability to swim ; in the Sea of Ghosts, the temperature will become you blue within two minutes. I would suggest going up to the Cicily Isabel Fairfield Gash realm, and making a small stop in Gnar Mok, which is not so big of a city. There, we will have just the right sphere, with just enough trouble around for the gang to get into .'
Arla could n't facilitate but to giggle at his answer. Her Master turned to her, and his eyes told her to stay quiet. She bowed her head, then tucked her back talk under the blanket, keeping cubby and quiet.
Her Master spoke to Admiral Ply side by side with a little different tone, indicating that he was in a mood for a break. 'Admiral, we have 50 bottles of skooma, each bottleful with adequate in it for two localisation .'His manner was relaxed, sitting in his comfortable chairperson, his feet propped on his desk. As full admiral Ply looked down at him, he listend well the discussion his Captain spoke. 'It is meter that I start taking Sir Thomas More lax pitch. I am the Champion after all, and I have the right to occupy Sir Thomas More lax line of work if I wish. I happen to study the urgent contract bridge, because I am good at them, and I needed that spare bonus. But right now, I think we are going to just select a slouch month, where we just enjoy ourselves. Consider it a working vacation .'
Now the admiral was surely dumbfounded. master Drad would never hold said that when the Admiral had foremost met him. But he kept his amazement to himself, and said. 'Yes, Captain, and we thank you, Sir .'With a very formal voice.
As she saw full admiral Ply leave the room, Arla came and knelt next to her lord. He looked to her and was about to speak, but he kept shutting his mouth. He could not come up the words. Eventually, after a few minutes of thought, he simply leaned back in his desk and said. 'Pull out my pipe, Arla, and pack it with that perfumed cherry leaf .'
Arla got up from her chair, yawn, then walked to the desk, where she put the foliage. She pulled out her Master 's pipework from her pouch, and then grabbed a pinch of cherry foliage from the bag. She sifted it, and ground it, then packed it firmly into his pipe for him. She set it to his back talk, where he took it, then lit a match, and let her victor comfort it a while, before waving the match out, and discarding it in the ashtray upon her Master 's desk.
Her passe-partout shut his eyes, and drifted off into a pipe dream. The core of skooma ; it stays in your system, and continues to give you dreams and hallucinations until it is all filtered out of your stream. He held his pipe to the position, and Arla picked it up before he dropped it. She worried for her skipper now, seeing that he was addicted to the centre. He had only had a exclusive dose of it, and he was already coming down from the drug 's foul English event.
Arla barred the room access to the cabin, leaving them locked in privacy, so her Master could recoup from his precondition. She saw her original go through the wafture of muscular sleep. It was mighty powerful stuff, Arla knew, and her Master had taken quite a bit ... .is this how the entirely crew going to be when they all drank it ?
Lord Drad 's judgement became demented, and he saw the man through the centre of a beast, an beast, make to strike. He stared at the threshold, and saw the lock. He looked to Arla, his striver, and he knew that they were safe for the import. He then became neutral. His outlook let him relax.
'Master, let me help oneself you get into bed .'She asked him.
Lord Drad knew that this was not natural skooma. It was infected with Moon boodle for surely. It could not be given to the crew, and could not be allowed to be spread. He was in a calm state of mind, at the moment, nihility of imagination and illusion. He simply could consider straight.
'Arla, listen to me. I am poisoned with Sun Myung Moon Sugar. The skooma was laced with it. It was not normal skooma, and it will sicken the work party. You must detect me the potions box I carry in my way. I have to procure the medication used for recovering addict. Fortunately, it is easy to devise, needing only a few pinches of Ashsalts, a bit of the skooma itself, and some of my blood line. It will show me how lots I am in want to submit by the color it turns when I add the ashsalts to it .'
Arla saw her Master was in his mighty mind now, and needed her help. She ran into his chambers, and searched for his potions box, where he kept all of his needed tools. She looked next to his bed, and following to the bathroom. She almost gave up when she spotted it sitting next to the weapons wheel. She grabbed it, and ran back into the agency.
'Master, I have the potions box for you, and the rest of the skooma .'Jehovah Drad heard his slave say, from behind his electric chair. He had her set up the alembic, and then the mortar and pestle, along with the former equipment. Maker Drad put the minuscule vial under very hot, white fire coming from the burner of the potions set. He added ashsalts to the vial, then a bit of skooma from the bottle that he drank it from. He cut his little finger, and let the blood drip mold into the vial. It boiled quickly, and turned a bright pink, and then murky red semblance, telling Creator Drad that he had more Moon moolah in his organization than he had skooma. He had to have a decoct amount of medication to equilibrize the effects of the Moon lettuce.
Arla saw her Master 's pain, and could see she could do nothing to help him. He was in his own privet blaze, and she had to keep it to herself, l the work party see their Captain in such a state. When he was better, he would be able to pull out of this.
Lord Drad mixed the chemicals, along with the ash of taproot leaves. It would add in enough chemicals to throw off a katzenjammer. Almighty Drad was good at potion making, and knowing what effects balanced what. It was rather tardily, he thought, if only his consistence was more capable while he was like this.
After xv min, the potion was done, sitting in a cooling phial. Arla saw her Master down the phial in one potable. He then got up, and walked to his chambers. He knew he had another five hours before they arrived in Seyda Neen. Arla knew her master would be good then, but that he would need to have things ready to go then. She set to work cleaning up the potions box, putting it back where it was found, then setting her Master 's office back into ordering.
She saw her victor laying on his bed, with his arms stretched out wide, and his legs straight out. She could not help but to go over to him, and get atop him, sitting on the rear of his pegleg. She leaned down and put her hands to his neck, rubbing it gently, and firmly. She rubbed him all the way down his back, and over his costa, completely relaxing her original. She purred as she felt her Master 's contented gasp of air. She continued to rub him until she felt him fall to kip.
She went into the office, and pulled the tea trey back into the bedroom, where she began to heat more water. She knew her professional would want tea by this time, so she got to it before he woke up. He would also want something to eat. She pulled out a bit of the bristleback substance, and placed it over the attack on a minuscule grated grill. She pulled out a loaf of the unsliced bread, and cut off a few gash of it. She put them over the flame, near some coals, to make them toast.
When Lord Drad awoke, he had tea adjacent to him, still hot, and a plate of bristleback heart and soul, ball, toast with butter, and a minuscule clove of prepare garlic, to mix with his eggs. His slave had prepared his meal for him while he slept. He was more grateful than he could yet state to her.
Arla watched her Master scarf down all of the eggs within a few sharpness, using the toast and ramification as a small scoop. She saw her meal, once a prominent plate broad of food, become nothing in a subject of proceedings, her lord 's hunger consuming it completely.
Her master key looked to her, and thanked her for making such a meal. 'Arla, I see you have been taking care of your Master, even whilst he sleeps .'He said to her. 'If you will aid me in finding my maps, and sliding a board in here. I will plot our course properly .'
Arla grabbed a few single-valued function from her superior 's office, and pulled a table into the William Chambers, adjacent to lord Drad 's bed. She watched as her master copy wrote down specific directions for his admiral to issue the work party. He gave exact coordinates, and he marked on the map each guiding landmarks. She noticed that his pencil never stopped moving, always writing eminence and speech production, silently.
Her superior, after a patch, got up and put on his jacket, then walked to the office, and pulled his cloak on. He went outside, and went to bump full admiral Ply. He quickly located him at the bow of the ship, looking off into the distance.
'Admiral Ply !'nobleman Drad said, patting him on his berm.
He turned. 'Yes, Captain .'
'We have a trouble, and we need to get to Seyda Neen as quickly as possible .'overlord Drad said. Arla stood behind him, and kept silent. She knew he was in control of himself, and off of the drug 's influence.
'Yes, Captain, but what is the affair ?'admiral Ply asked, worried now. 'You seem very shaken about this .'
'Come to my cabin, and we shall verbalise there .'Arla heard her Master say. 'It has to do with out extra crateful, so come alone .'He whispered to Admiral Ply.
They then walked back to the cabin, where Arla sat straight up in her chair as her master copy sat in his own chair. He took out a bag of mickle leaf, and began to break it up, then pack it into his piping. He snapped his finger, and Arla knew to add up to him with a equal, and light his pipe. She zipped it across her belt, and held the electrocution lucifer to light Lord Drad 's pipe, as he puffed on it hastily.
'Last night, I was brave enough to try a dose of that skooma that we got, in my tea. I put half of the bottle in a whole tea pot, so I got a short bit per dose. It was plenty to ca-ca me choke into a total darkness nap, Ply .'Her passkey explained .'I did a trace arrest on it today, and found it to be laced with lunar month simoleons. I had to take an anti-venom, because my physical structure was rejecting it so badly. This crate of skooma we carry is not to be used. It is dirty, and more powerful than any on this ship can wield. The solitary one I would feel expert about selling this to is a Mage at the Imperial University looking for subject field examination .'
'But sir, who would be able to set up a contact like that ?'full admiral Ply asked .'I feel that the theives'society here is rather low on business. And surely, the Theives'Guild in the imperial City would have such contacts, but when would we be able to get down there to trade it off ?'
'We will save it on board ship, but we will not touch it. We are going to be in the main Skyrim loading dock in a week or so now, and we will be there for quite a while. There, we will betray off the gold legal profession, and we will split it up .'noble Drad told Admiral Ply. 'But there is also where you will be leaving my society. You will be in complaint of the merchant class ship Weatherstride, and you will there choose your crowd of 12 sailors from the independent Skyrim position .'
admiral Ply shook his head, and thanked his skipper for the forwarding. 'It means a lot to me, Captain Drad. I have wanted my own ship for quite some time now, and I thank that you have seen me as worthy of having one .'He praised.
'Just get sure enough you keep it in good condition. It is a new ship, and will channelize like one. Break it in a bit to get it in social club. recover its kinks, and make use of them .'Lord Drad instructed. 'Also, you are getting the itinerary from anvil, Cyrodiil, to Bravil, Cyrodiil. I will find out what your deliveries will consist of, but you will get them there quickly, and be a regular merchant ship .'
'I understand captain Drad .'
'Now, make surely to hold the skooma a secret. Dismissed .'Lord Drad said. full admiral Ply left the cabin, and went about his duties. Arla then walked to her professional, and knelt besides him .'I have no order of magnitude for you right now, Arla .'Her Master told her, rubbing her chin gently.
'May I study a few magic Christian Bible, master ?'She asked, her header bowed.
Her Master looked at her, and she peeked up at him with soft pleading eyes. She knew he would fall, and he did. 'Yes, and make sure you start with the scurvy story. I want you to find out a line of descent amount of restoration legerdemain, before you go into demolition, or religious mysticism magics .'
She got up, and went to her professional 's library of arcane volume. She saw them to be filled with all sorting of keys to sorcerous theories. She took as many notes as she could fathom, and could compass, and looked up everything she could have dreamed. She knew her Master had half of the Arcane University 's stalked books, by the voluminousness of the library.
Her Master sat alone in his authority, drawing out plans to get to the Topal Sea, in Southern Cyrodiil She noticed about him now, that he did not use other peoples'penning tools : he kept his own set, with a pencil, pen, and brush.
Arla knew after a few hours that they were pulling into the small sour grass of Seyda Neen. Her professional was going here maybe to state the people that he had sold the skooma to not to sell it to anyone. She would follow him anywhere, so it hardly mattered, at this point.
Her Master walked into the chambers, and sat in his bed for a few moment as Arla jotted down one last point, from her studies before coming up to him and kneeling before him. 'Master, I am at your service .'
Her master stood marvellous above her, and she could finger his gaze upon her. 'You are going to be helping me tonight, Arla. I am going to ask you to hold a few things for me, while I handle some business. I am going to deal off the rest of this skooma tonight, and I do not wish to let the whole gang know we are going to be selling it all off. I just require you to be my extra helping hand tonight, alright, Arla .'He told her.
She nodded her headway, and smiled, waiting her task. 'What may I do for now, Master ?'She asked.
'Go to the secret grate in the floor, on the first pack of cards, and you will notice the bag of skooma, bring in it. Once it is here, go and get me the legal profession of Au. We are going to have got them melted down and made into real septims, so we are not carrying around unmarked gold .'Her overlord ordered. 'Then counter, and we will get started on our business .'
Arla ran down to the first deck, and into the gold console, then under the rug. She pulled up the loose floor gameboard, and grabbed the bag of skooma nursing bottle, along with the six Browning automatic rifle of amber. She then replaced the flooring dining table and rug, making her way back up to her Master. The skooma was rather heavy, for as light of a liquid it was. She brung the skooma and atomic number 79 up to her Master 's office, and told him she was finished.
'Now, we are just about docked in Seyda Neen. We will be here until Sunrise tomorrow. We are stopping here to maybe nibble up a delivery on the way to Winterhold .'Her Master told her. 'While here, we are going to deal the rest of this skooma to the local thieves, but at a higher price, considering what it is .'
Arla listened well to her sea captain 's representative .'I understand master ; just narrate me what to do to serve well you .'She assured him.
'When we are docked, I am going to be searching for deliveries. I want you to come after me, and be ready to hustle back to the ship somewhere around one and two in the morning to get the skooma and amber .'Her Master told her. She nodded her chief. 'And you will be needed of course, for random former minuscule details .'
Her Master then went into his cabinet and pulled out a manual of patronage. This one had only two minutes in it, and was only on the first varlet. It had the deal between himself and Ralflod, marking the amount of skooma and amount of atomic number 79 traded. It also had the natural endowment of Arla, to Creator Drad. This Word of God was obviously the lightlessness market book that Lord Drad kept, marking all of the illegal proceedings he had done.
'I started this log when I first sold the skooma, knowing I would need disk of my doings, even if they were illegal. So, from now on, all off the phonograph recording transactions we do, that is not done under contract from Drad merchandiser Co., will be recorded in this book from now on .'Her professional told her. The Book he held was four inches thick, and had a Negroid leather screening on it, not yet marked .'I am making it the alternate maitre d' 's Log, so we may have a double-dyed criminal record of what is happening on this ship. When I branch off a bit, in Cyrodiil, I will be doing more and more freelancing, and maybe even a bit of marauder work, on a few coastal islands. I will get a link in the stealer'Guild in Cyrodiil, and will then be able to fence off the detail for a fairly amount of profit .'
Arla nodded once more. She knew her Master was excited about this, and she was gladiola he was so. But she knew if he were to rant on, he would block to let her at simpleness. 'Master, would it please you if I were at simpleness for the time being ?'She asked him, while he was puffing his pipe.
'Yes, of row, Arla .'He said. Lord Drad walked around the desk, and pulled the mathematical function back, and folded them up, clearing a small portion of his desk. He then went about sorting out all of his papers, and cleaning up his desk. When it was finally clean of all surplus lambskin, he sat down in his chair, and puffed his pipe more comfortably. 'Arla, go get a wine glass out of my chambers, please. And under my bed is a bottle of Imperial urban center 's elderly Iliac. It 's the best vino this slope of Summerset isle. Bring two chicken feed in fact .'He told her.
Arla got out of her chair, and went into her passkey 's sleeping room, gathering the two glasses, and the bottle of red wine. She sat them on her Master 's desk, and awaited far instructions. 'Master, what is my next aim ?'She asked.
'Bring your chair over here, and sit with me .'He said. She did as told, getting her chair as conclusion to his as she could. Jehovah Drad poured her a glass of the odorous red wine, then some into his own glass. He opened the alternate Captain 's Log, and began to write in it his unique cursive script.

We have gathered the last fifty feeding bottle of skooma, minus the one I drank from. I found, upon drinking a dose of the drug, that it was heavily laced with the powdered drug called 'Moon simoleons'. We are in Seyda Neen now, and are going to trade it at 30 septims a bottle at the local anesthetic Thieves'lodge. We will mark the dealings properly in this book to designate disc of it.
Arla waited for her maestro to carry the first-class honours degree sip of his wine, before she would even touch her glass. He set the Black person book aside, and took a sip from his looking glass. It was tasty, with just enough sweetness to balance out the intrinsic turn feeling of alcohol. Arla then took a sip of hers after her Master had sat down his glass.
'Look out the threshold there, and enjoin me how close to being docked we are, Arla .'Maker Drad ordered her. She went to the door, and opened it. She peeked her fountainhead outside, then back in.
'Master, we are just now pulled up to the dock, and the gang is tying us off .'She reported to her Master dutifully .'I think it would be condom to unboard the ship now .'
lord Drad walked to the door, and threw on his cloak. He then made his way off the deck of the ship and on the dock, where Arla took his arm and walked him down the street of Seyda Neen. They went all about the town, looking for random store, and lodge. They found the bulletin board in the town center had all the stores deliveries written on it. It turned out that the Imperial lookout man had three crates of equipment they needed sent to their spotter in Dagon Fel, where they were being trained. noble Drad made his way to the offices, and spoke with the leading military officer.
By the time all the details of the journeying were worked out, it was well past ten at dark. They were loading the ship with the consignment, as Divine Drad and Arla walked into the local inn, and ordered a drink, keeping a lookout for Ralflod. He was usually in this inn, Lord Drad was sure.
The shipment of the crate would come out to 50 septims per crate, a 300 Septim shipping flush, and from the Drad merchant Co. Lord Drad made another 100 septims, for his incentive. That made the trip worth 450 septims, plus an duplicate 100 for Lord Drad.
Lord Drad spotted Ralflod, and ordered an extra Margaret Mead. 'Ralflod, I ca n't seem to remember where to buy those fence in posts at, can you direct me ?'noble Drad said to him, handing him the drink .'I have some Thomas More to exploit with now .'
Ralflod looked amazed at Divine Drad, along with his slave, Arla, on a trinity and apprehension .'I ... I do. I can assist ya .'He said, shaking off the thoughts. 'Make your way to the usual point at around one tonight, and we will do business .'He then walked off in the tavern.
Divine Drad walked out of the inn, him holding the trine connected to Arla. He walked them back to the docks, and sat as his work party pulled the final of the three crateful in the ship. They were immense, the size as a homo is tall, and as wide as a coaster wagon. They were filled with bow, arrows, cloaks, and small daggers. All were stacked compactly, making them even heavier. Lord Drad noticed the ship sinkhole in the water another foot, indicating how practically weight the ship had taken in because of the crate.
He walked back into the ship, and went to his function, where he marked in the Captain 's Log the delivery, pickup, and sum for the dealings. He made sure enough everything was just right in computing, then placed it in the invoices.
At one in the dayspring, Arla and her headmaster walked quietly off of the ship, and made their way to the thieves'cave, with the skooma. They came to it, and knocked, as always. They were answered by Ralflod.
Lord Drad entered first, and then had Arla set the sack down on the storey. 'Well, what is it, master Drad ?'Ralflod asked.
´49 feeding bottle of skooma, laced with Sun Myung Moon loot .'Lord Drad replied. 'It 's far too secure for the crew of my ship to handle, and I am not going to keep it around. If you can line up Mages unforced to take away it, that would be preferable .'
Ralflod looked at the sack, and said. 'We have only a bit more revenue, so what are you thinking per bottle ?'
'30 septims per bottle, and if you do n't birth enough to cover that, hand me what you have in amber, and give me a contact that I may join the Cyrodiil 's Thieves'Guild. I want a guaranteed spot in the organization .'Arla heard her Master pile with the trivial thief.
'I can do that. I can give you 500 septims for the skooma, and the rest can only be paid with data .'Ralflod said, keeping his center locked on the skooma.
'Then the skooma is yours, Ralflod, but under one more than consideration only. I want you to anticipate me that you wont sell it to those you know ca n't treat it. This is for brawny illusion drug user only, and even that needs to be taken at a lowly dose, as I found out. I want you to sell it to Mages in the Mages'guild, getting it into the proper work force, in doing so. It 's dewy-eyed morality, as I am sure you can concord .'Jehovah Drad told him. 'Now, where can I get the gold saloon melted down into septims ? I no longer want golden bars .'
'We can do that here, if you wish .'Ralflod said. 'We have the pressing here .'
'Good. And what of your contact lens with the Cyrodiil stealer'Guild ?'
'His name is Armond Christophe, and he lives in the Waterfront District of the imperial city. He is the dean of the Imperial urban center sphere of the club. nigh of us refer to it simply as 'the Guild'.'Ralflod said.
'Now, the skooma you will comment, after testing, has a very high total of Sun Myung Moon wampum in it, not found in normal Zen of skooma. That is why it is so potent .'overlord Drad explained. 'If you would be so kind, however, as to delight thaw the gold bars, and whatever early gold streak you are giving us in substitution for the skooma .'
'Of grade .'Ralflod had his lackey set to work on the kiln, getting the press gear up to create septims for Lord Drad. The process took around 30 minutes, and they put all the coins into a protrude. Lord Drad walked out of the cave with 1'100 septims, all in coins. They went back to the ship, and divvied up all of the gold.
God Almighty Drad sat in his office, and divided up all the Au into pouches, and setting them on his desk. He then barred his threshold, and walked into his chambers. Arla followed her Master, and helped him get his horseshoe and cloak off, then she pulled him into his bed, once he undressed.
Arla then pulled off her top, and got under the two comfortable cover, getting conclude to her Master as she could letting his heat flood her body. She threw her arm around him, and held him as they slept, the night wearing on peacefully. Almighty Drad knew his slave felt for him, and it was an unspoken understanding, for she knew as well, that he cared about her.
Lord Drad awoke early, at around six in the cockcrow, when the crew was just getting up. He walked out to the deck, to see the brumous harbor before they pulled out. He drank a bit of tea as he stared out at the wickedness water. Arla lay asleep as her Master prowled the decks.
Jehovah Drad stood in the Captain 's nest as his bunch began getting the ship ready to sail. Men about him started moving, pulling the sails down, untying the melodic phrase, pulling up the mainstay, and manning the oars. The ship pulled out of harbor at seven XXX that morning, the crew rowing to get them out to deeper seas. Lord Drad felt the ship Begin to proceed, and walked back into his authority, where Arla was now putting on her cloak.
'Arla, we will be going to be in Winterhold within the next calendar week. You should prepare for a while in the city, for we will be leaving from there for the Topal Sea, in the S of Cyrodiil .'Her Master told her. 'When in Cyrodiil, I will most likely set up a new faction of Drad merchandiser Co., so I can see it from Cyrodiil. I will buy a manor or something in either Bravil or Anvil .'
This was quite a revelation for her passe-partout to tell her, Arla thought. She knew that he was making large tone, on procuring his landed estate even more. She knew this was a John Major share to the Drad merchant Co.
'So, you will demand some decent clothes ; something a Lady would wear. I am a Lord of the empire, and if you are my slave, you should be seen as one worth serving a lord .'Arla listened closely to what her Master was telling her. 'You will buy a new press, in Skyrim. We are Nord, and will apparel in our way, but our Noble fashion .'

Lord Drad sat in his office, May 1st, on the docks of Winterhold. He had a shipyard there, with a full time work party handling the storage warehouse, and a unanimous fleet at his control there. He wrote off gild and sent in invoice, searching his desk for a stack of parchments that he needed to incur.
Arla sat next to him, and helped him by gathering things here and there, being his extra set of hands. She knew her overlord had to finish here quickly, because they were starting a new faction in Cyrodiil. She gave her inspection and repair wherever it could be used, trying her in effect to help her Master terminate his task.
When Almighty Drad finished with his paperwork, he called in one of his administrators from the storage warehouse. 'Mr. Argel, I have a job for you .'
'Yes, maitre d'hotel Drad .'The man asked.
'I need you to incur me an administrator with the abilities of taking over my district obligation here .'He said. 'Mr. Argel, I need this done within a week .'
'I can lecture to Harse Elohein about taking up the job. He was whom was in charge of your duty, while you were away at sea, Lord .'Mr. Argel said.
'Thank you, Mr. Argel, and do n't forget to pass on the workers a lift in pay, everyone in the warehouse gets another Septim per day, and the crew of all ships get another two. wee-wee sure the Captains of the fleet all receive a bonus of 20 septims per delivery. This will go on our crew and workers happy, while I am away for a spell .'
'Is there anything else I can help you with, Jehovah Drad ?'Mr. Argel asked his employer.
'I am going to be setting up another cabal of Drad merchant Co. in the Confederate States of America of Cyrodiil. I will need figure of attorney and the locations of suited manor house. I have a budget of 200'000 septims to act with, for a manor and lands, and the Drad Merchant Co. will be capable to pay for 45 % of whatever is bought to extend its bounds .'Lord Drad said in a stern voice. 'Bring me lands pricing for the arena of anvil, and Bravil, and anywhere on the coast in between. I will even assume something in the imperial beard urban center. Also, bring me the names of lawyers, and I will be well-chosen with your Robert William Service .'
'Yes, Sire .'Mr. Argel said, then excused himself from the office.
Arla went to the minuscule stove, and poured her superior a cup of hot tea from the pot, then poured in a slight bit of milk, along with two spoons of lettuce, just as he liked it. She brought it to him, and he took it with want. 'Thank you, dear pet .'He said.
It was around 1:45 in the good afternoon when Lord Drad left his office on the docks, and made his way back to his ship. He there pulled out a exquisitely selection of clothes. Black pants, a black shirt, with a very dark purple vest, along with a cloak of fur that was olympian.
He had Arla help pull off his clothes, and restitution him in the clothes he had picked out. He was a dead on target Almighty, just by his height, and his actions reflected that. Arla saw the top executive her Master held now, with his full moon Lordly attire upon him.
'Master, what is your desire ?'Arla asked him.
'Get set, we are going to take you shopping. We will go to my manor here, and highjack one of the lady handmaiden there to serve you with shopping .'Her Master told her. Arla went to the closet, and pulled out a few clothes that could be passed as presentable in battlefront of Noble company. She quickly got dressed under her Master 's watchful eye.
Arla held her Master 's arm as they made their way down the streets of Winterhold, which were now just coming out of their frost. God Almighty Drad had Arla follow him down to the final stage street in the city, where he had his manor. They entered the tea cozy two news report house, and made their way up to the room which Divine Drad had as his bedroom. He picked up a few things, then walked into the kitchen, where Jestra, a maidservant, was dusting off a counter.
'Jestra, we are going to need you to total shopping with us today .'Lord Drad said. 'My pricey pet here ,'He jerked Arla 's leash just enough to show it. 'Is in want of a new closet, and I am not the exact person that is fit with handling that kind of thing. So, I am asking you to give us your company, and skills at that .'
Arla had a complete closet by nightfall that night, with parasol and new cloak of silk. She was set now to face like a Lady of the courts. When they returned to the ship, Arla was instructed to put all her dress in the wardrobe, in a doom section.
Her Master began to look at mapping, as she put away her clothes. He charted out a course from Winterhold to Anvil, to begin with. He figured that they would be there within a hebdomad and a half, so he pulled out a uncontaminating sheet of parchment, and began to pen out a list of supplying that would be needed for the journeying. He wanted to just get there, and get setting up his business.
backrest in his office, on the 2nd May, Mr. Argel brought him a folder of the papers he requested the day before, listing lawyers and manors around the anvil and Bravil areas. Lord Drad looked through them, and made course of instruction for each area, looking for an area perfect for his business.
Arla was there beside her schoolmaster once again. She was there as his extra set of hands, and she was also there to keep him company within his body of work. 'Arla .'He said to her, after a spell of searching through the report. 'Go fetch me Admiral Ply, and tell him to meet me here .'
Arla disappeared into the warehouse, and onto the docks to find full admiral Ply. Maker Drad continued to signal all the newspaper publisher that he needed to, in order to preserve the Skyrim sect running in his absence. Arla returned soon enough with Admiral Ply.
She knelt at his animal foot when she returned. 'Arla you may go and devise our cabin in the ship for leaving. We will make way soon after sunset tonight .'Her victor told her. She got up and walked out of the office.
'Admiral Ply, I present to you the ship Weatherstride for you to command. You will be the Captain of that ship, and instead of the one which I mentioned to you before, your rout will be the one from New Rock, Solstheim, to Dagon Fel, Vvardenfel .'Lord Drad said, his eye looking into the depths of Admiral Ply 's. 'You will regain that you have a cabin already set up for your use, and an unused Captain 's Log. You are to navigate for New Rock in a years time, bringing with you twelve work party fellow member of your own selection from the new member .'
full admiral Ply looked to his Captain, and spoke. 'Thank you, Captain Drad. This means a great deal to me .'
'I know it does, Captain Ply. 'He picked up a piece of parchment. 'Your earnings will become 2'000 septims per month, which you will find at New Rock on the first of every month. You will invite a incentive of 50 septims per completed obstetrical delivery. Also, you will have a budget of 1'000 septims per week, to spend on your crew and the ship, and an additional 500 septims per week for provision and food for thought .'He handed the parchment to Captain Ply. 'Here is your delivery orders. Dismissed, chieftain Ply .'
Lord Drad spent the rest of his night walking about the seaside of the city, Arla a step behind him. He watched the Sun go down over the mountains, and the waves of the sea crash into the snow covered cliffs. Jehovah Drad 's cloak flapped in the wind as they made their way back to the ship from the annulus of town.

Arla was in the shipyard situation, when she and her original waited, as he called in another member of the sorrel squad. 'Mr. Shadd, are you at all fellow with large frigates, and how to command one ?'He asked rightfield away.
Mr. Shadd thought a while, then spoke to his employer. 'Well, I have commanded a freighter from Vivec to Anvil before, so I think I could manage a frigate, Sir .'
'Well ! Welcome aboard the Winterwriter, you are now promoted to admiral, and will be sailing in my vas as my number 1 Mate and ship's officer. You shall be taking the full admiral 's place for my ship .'Lord Drad explained. 'Your wage will be little less than a Captain 's, and you will receive a cut of all deliveries, of course .'
'Thank you, Almighty Drad .'Mr. Shadd said, with excitement in his voice.
'We leave for anvil this very nighttime, and the crew is already prepared to make weigh .'Arla heard, as they walked out of the office, shutting all lamps down. 'So get your clobber, and be on plank the ship in an hour .'
Mr. Shadd ran to his small bunkhouse, and gathered his equipment, while Lord Drad and Arla walked to the ship, and made fix to provide embrasure .'I think he will puzzle out out just amercement with this crew, Arla .'Divine Drad commented, as she put away her cloak.
'Indeed, he seems surely enough, my Lord .'She replied. He Master brought her out on deck with her leash, and saw that the ship was ready to make its way out of port. All they were waiting on was Commander Shadd.
He quickly came running up the ship incline, and the men loaded it up, untying the hold out product line. 'Give the command to get to way .'Lord Drad told his Commander.

banquet at Sea

'Drop sails ! make way out of port !'commandant Shadd shouted, and the men hustled to get the sails down. Quickly, the ship was out to sea, and the canvas filled with breaking wind. 'Disband oars, and take up getting tight on those sail lines !'He shouted after they were out to sea, knowing they needed to rupture the wind into the canvass, in order to get the ship sailing at full-of-the-moon speed.
Arla was lead by her Master into the cabin, and they took off their cloaks there. She had her triad taken off, and hung up by the cabin door. Her Master then commanded her to come into the bed chamber.
She saw him waiting inside, with his shoes off, and stripping off his shirt. The fire was already crackling, so the room was very warm up. Her skipper then stripped off his pant, leaving him in his shorts, made of cotton.
'Come, strip .'He ordered.
Arla made her way to the bed, and knelt before her Master. She then began unbuttoning her shirt, until her bare thorax was showing. She pulled off her shirt, leaving the thin out wrapper of fabric around her house breasts, which were still quite unfilled out. She unwrapped her fabric, and bared her breasts, showing her to have plump nipples, with pink summit, her knocker just about a smattering each. She got up, her head down, and unlaced her pant, stripping them off quickly. Her silk underwear covered her small patch of red hair at her crotch.
'Master, are you going to bring me tonight ?'She asked, an inquisitive look on her boldness, but not a fear.
'Continue, and we shall find oneself out .'He replied. She pulled off her underclothes, and placed them in the spate of apparel at her feet. 'Now, go and bolt out the cabin door, then this one, and come to bed .'
She walked out the chamber, and into the office. Bolting the door to the cabin, she came to the sleeping room door, and bolted that shut as well. Lord Drad was pleased to see her pelvic arch swaying as they did, waving her red hair about as she moved into the bed.
She got outside of the covers, and knelt to her forehead at her Master 's groundwork .'I await your decree, original .'She said.
'Get into the covers, and sleep as you can .'Her professional ordered her. She did as she was told, getting into the bed next to where her Master would sleep. He pulled his feet into the bed, and pulled up the cover charge .'I have a small pot of kindling wood, next to the fire place to establish the fervidness up, and throw in a log, keep it going tonight. Winterhold 's too frigid to let it burn down'
'I understand, professional .'She said, her arm wrapper about her Master 's side. He breathed out contently, and placed his script over hers keeping it there.
'Goodnight, Arla .'
'Goodnight, captain .'

Arla got up before her Master, on the 3rd of May, and got tea boiling. He was still sleeping in his bed, when it was done. Arla 's nude name was fit, and she was beautiful as she worked. Her Master awoke to her setting the tea kettle on his desk, along with a slice of toast to go with it.
She came to him, and knelt on his bed, presenting herself .'I await orders, Maker .'
'Continue with what you were doing, Arla, and discourage me when the tea is ready .'Lord Drad said, swinging his leg over the bed, and getting his knickers on. 'Also, throw a pan on the attack, and I shall fry up an too soon breakfast for us .'
She went about her duties, as her maestro got dressed, and ready for the day out to sea. She set a pan on the fire, and poured the hot loving cup of tea, when the water began to boil. Divine Drad came over, when the pan was hot, and pulled out two slices of boar meat from the icebox, and put it into the pan, along with the easily eggs he could find.
Arla watched as her Master flipped the nut. She got two shell from a cabinet, and held it as her master put the eggs and meat on them. Lord Drad sat the pan down in the basin sink, then sat the two collection plate of eggs and boar meat on the table.
He grabbed the boar meat between his fingerbreadth and gulped a few shreds down. He then looked to Arla 's home base, and motioned for her to eat as well. She picked up the eggs with the meat, and ate it like a pocket-sized sandwich. Her and her Master ate side of meat by side, a repast that was cooked by him.
Godhead Drad and Arla put their cloaks on, then she was fitted with her leash, before they walked out the cabin doorway. They saw that air force officer Shadd, the Orc outset partner, had the crowd on deck, all manning the canvass, getting a gravid gust of malarkey in them. He had the ship under grand control, and he only needed counseling and coordinates from Godhead Drad, and he was all set.
'Good first light, police chief Drad .'He said, cheerily.
'Good morning, Commander .'Divine Drad replied, equally in in effect spirits. 'How is the wind going to carry us today ?'
'It 'll do us fine, Sir .'Shadd said with a grinning. 'It 's been a while since I was in bang of a ship like this, but I 'm getting the knack of it again. After xxx old age of sailing, I guess it will amount back to me after a spell .'
nobleman Drad was amazed at the Orc 's experience. 'Well, save us heading for Anvil, and we will fair just very well, air force officer. It will get colder, of course, until we get through the Polar Sea, and into the Topal Ocean .'
'Oh yes, I expected as practically .'The commandant replied .'I have already accounted for that, in my report. I 'll maintain it on your desk, in the function. You 'll experience one daily from me .'
'Well, thank you, Commander .'Lord Drad said, sword lily of his efficiency. 'And make surely to admit ordering, and commands you give to the bunch, and for what purposes. I wish it to all be full detailed .'
'As you command, skipper Drad .'He said happily. He then returned to commanding the crew. Creator Drad and Arla walked around the deck, checking the job, and making their beat about the area, for a short base on balls together, always with Arla the leash length behind her sea captain.
'We will be in Anvil in a calendar week and a half, or so .'Her captain said, as they went below deck. 'There, we are buying a manor near the sea, and will be setting up a storage warehouse soon. We will also be claiming a plot of Land as Drad Land, making me a Lord of these region as well, and giving me right enough bargaining king. You will be prosperous enough in our slight setup .'
'I thank you, Master .'Arla replied, making her way down the steps along her Master.
'You will hold to learn how to cover the Courts, for a lot of our life in the next few month is going to be spent there .'He continued. 'We will be getting land grants, and lawyers to set up the junto of the Drad merchant Co. not to advert I have to hire a full staff of Courtiers, for my Court, and manor house. I will throw to set up a complete county, if I am to have the way I wish it to be .'
Arla knew her Master had big programme for the new lands, and that he meant to go through with what he was saying. But she also knew he would get to talk to the Emperor himself about that, and not to same nobleman of a county. They needed royal house for this contract.
'After buying a minuscule manor in Anvil, I will form my way East, and find some state that is unclaimed. I heard much of the orchard is, for the fact that the Unicorns there attack many of the people whom travel there .'Creator Drad Plotted. 'All I will have to do is shew to emperor moth Septim that I can take a leak the Unicorns tamed, or have them relocated in a safer place, and the county can be made into a separate section, along with new small towns just at the edge of the city, increasing trade and economy .'
They were at the bottom deck when Lord Drad ended his diagram aloud. He then pulled out some parchment, and counted all the crateful, which came up to five, all of them equipment crates, for the edifice of the warehouse. He made a list of them all, their weight, just as he always did, then went back up to his function, Arla at his heels.
He sat in his chair, and noticed the Commander 's write up atop his desk, just as promised. He looked through it, and noticed not bad detail he cared much about. He hated to say it, but air force officer Shadd was much better than admiral Ply ever was, and the Commander said he was still a bit rusty at his job as well. Arla as well, saw the divergence in style between the two Officers.
noble Drad saw in the paper that the cold weather condition would slow them up a day and a half, so he was making cooking for it by sailing the bunch through the nights, while in quiet waters, and having them row when the wind is down. He also marked that the Fish were jumping all along their rout, and now would be the right property to throw nets in, if they were not in such a rushing to make it to Anvil.
nobleman Drad set the report down, and calculated the dissimilar choices. He had enough solid food to last a week and a one-half, until they got to Anvil, where they would be docked for quite a long time. But, if they stopped of a few 60 minutes out of each day, they could trance enough fish in the nets, to make up up for the time in food for the crew, and still have enough to sell a good 200 lbs when they got to the incus Pisces market. In the end, Almighty Drad pushed a legal tender on a parchment, and put it in his sea captain 's Log, stating that he was indeed making fishing stops.
'Arla, go tell Commander Shadd to come here, please .'Arla got out of her chairman, and walked to the door, putting her cloak on and leaving. Lord Drad continued to write in his maitre d' 's Log, when Arla returned.
She came over to her Master, and knelt before him .'I present to you, Commander Shadd, Master .'She said. 'What orders do you experience for me, Master ?'
Addressing his striver first, he motioned her to get on her electric chair. He then looked to Commander Shadd. 'Alright, we will make a few hours break every day, and cast nets in. If we catch More than 30 lbs in that first day, we will continue that trend. We will puddle up for in solid food and swop what we loose in time. So, outset now, and have the crew throw as many meshing in as you can .'He looked to his single-valued function then, and marked a small path. 'Have them take this rout .'He showed the commander the Deutsche Mark, and where the fish were supposed to be running.
The commandant nodded, and spoke happily to his Captain. 'Aye, it shall be done, Captain. Is there any other orders you have for me, forefather ?'
Lord Drad got up from his desk. 'Once the nets are down, go to the galley, and have them groom for a fish spread tonight, which the whole gang shall partake in on deck .'
'I 'll get right on it, lord .'The commander said, then left the cabin.
Arla stayed curled up in her chair, awaiting for her Master 's society. He came up to her, and told her to take off her cloak, the only thing she had on. He walked over, and barred the room access to the cabin, then made his way back.
'When I am the only one in these rooms, and that door is barred, you are to be nude .'He said, standing over her .'I am a lecherous man, and will see your flesh, Arla .'
She blushed, and her cheeks turned red as her hair .'I understand, master key .'She spread her legs a bit, to contribute him an enticing view of her red hair's-breadth.
'Now, in my room, go and fetch me my cane. And my pipe as well .'He said, sitting back in his professorship. She returned with the items he asked for. 'Pack it .'He said, as he took his cane, and rested it against the desk.
The cane was a casing of metal, and a sword blade forged into a device off handgrip. It was made for short dig and gash, and was not very heavy at all. Self defense force in close twenty-five percent was what it was mainly used for. Maker Drad loved his cane.
Arla finished packing her Master 's tube, and then placed it to his sass, lighting a match for him. As he puffed at it, she held it for him, until he nodded that he was done with it. She held it in her hands, snuffing the roll of it with the lid.
'Now, on this journey, I am going to train you. Commander Shadd has the crew and sailing under command, and I am in motivation to cultivate you to custom fit my will .'Her passkey said, as she knelt before him with his piping .'I will ingest time to show you my picky routines, and decent metre to set you all the fourth dimension. You will see me get stricter on you, but for the good in the long run .'
'Master, I understand. It is what needs to be done, Sire .'She said, with nothing but respect in her voice.
'Good .'He pulled out a stack of papers, all filled with solid ground plots, and attorney reference. He sorted through them, and put them into proper file, so he could legibly understand what he was doing. Eventually, when he went through them, he found a lawyer perfective tense for his job. Erik Privell, a Breton from the Imperial metropolis, who specializes in line of work and substantial estate of the realm. He also found a worthy manor in incus for cut-rate sale.
'Master, may I go to the lavatory ?'He heard Arla say, after around ten minutes of quiet.
'Yes, make you way back soon .'He said, still searching through all the sheepskin. He began scratching off names and listing with his pen, sorting through them all with care, looking for the best deal out of them. He made up his mind on the manor, and marked it with a curb on it.
'Arla, you are going to need a horse, as am I, when we get to Anvil .'Maker Drad said, almost to himself, as Arla returned from the Chambers .'I should give had that looked up as well, when we were back in Winterhold .'
As Lord Drad spoke, they could feel the ship slowing down, the commander now taking the few hours to angle. But Lord Drad continued at his study, as the waves now made the ship rock-and-roll back and Forth. He began searching through his book, which kept his bank balances and inquiries in it.
'Okay .'He said, flipping the pages .'I have 200'000 septims to exploit with in my bank. I have that to pass on gaining a county here in Cyrodiil, and maintaining it. I have another 4'000 septims coming in the first of next month, along with the 4'900 septims from this month. I wont be getting any Sir Thomas More manner of speaking bonuses any time soon, so 4'000 septims per month is all we will possess to build the warehouse off of. Which, if we use money we already have saved, it can be built within a month, and then the county lands can be taken tutelage of with gained income .'He thought to himself out trashy.
Arla sat in her hot seat, intently watching her superior work. Lord Drad felt her heart upon him, so he looked to her and said. 'In my elbow room, in the left dresser, is an ocarina, and a song leger. Go and bring it out, Arla .'
He put his grimace back into his book then, until she returned at his feet, knelt with the ocarina and book in her hand. 'Now, sit, and play a melody to me. It is the easiest thing in the mankind to fiddle .'
Arla sat, and put the book in her lap, putting the flute glass to her lips, and blowing into it, creating a realistic sound, and fiddling with the keys. Eventually, she learned the jam, and played many songs from out of the book, as her passe-partout worked. She entertained him quite nicely.
After the books were straight, Maker Drad put on his cloak, and told Arla to go and put on her clothes. She did so quickly, and returned to put on her own cloak and leash. Her and her overlord walked extraneous on deck.
The crew all had a net per twain, and were launching them out, and pulling them in constantly, trying for a fair match. The bountifulness was n't particular, but the few Pisces pulled in every toss was improve than nothing at all in their meshwork. air force officer Shadd even had a net to himself, pitching it off of the bow of the ship. 'How is the fishing, air force officer ?'Asked Lord Drad, with a smile.
The Commander smiled back, and in his deep Orc voice, roared over the crashing moving ridge. 'Oh maitre d', its going just amercement. We have caught already 50 hammer of blue opals, and some sea crab as well !'
Lord Drad stood impressed. 'Yes, every day, at around this metre, for three hours, set anchor, and cast in the nets. Continue that drift until you fetch below 30 Syrian pound. With that par, we are looking at about 350 Lebanese pound of fish. We will eat a good 100 of that on the way, saving the salted meat for a later escort. That will leave us with 250 pounds to sell, which we will get Anvil grocery Mary Leontyne Price on that .'He explained to himself.
The Orc looked at his grinning, loving the spread seas. 'Yes, Captain Drad, we shall fair that well, I feel .'He barked. 'But where are we going to hive away it ; fish needs to be kept fresh .'
God Almighty Drad thought about that. 'We 're going to varnish off a portion of the low-spirited deck, and put them in makeshift cold room. There is quite a little of ice we will be hitting to keep them cold until we reach Anvil to sell them .'Lord Drad said. 'In fact, have ten men get to that right hand now, Commander .'
As they made their way down to the quarter deck up, they heard the Orc 's loudly boom out voice bellowing out fiat to a few sailor. Arla and her Master sat down in a comfy chair in the commons room, having a cup of hot tea together.
'When the bunch have gotten used to the new style of the commander, I feel this ship will be intimately ran than even my founder 's old merchant ship, back when Drad Merchant Co. was first founded .'Her master commented. 'Commander Shadd was the best move I have made for this ship, so far .'
'Master, when we arrive in anvil, and set out our official tariff, what is to become of the ship ?'Arla asked, after a sip from her mug of tea.
Lord Drad motioned for his pipe, and while Arla pulled it out, he said. 'We are going to tail it for a calendar month or More, and the crew will be commissioned as proletarian, for the new shipyard. I will make out Commander Shadd special orders, when I am made Almighty and Count, over the new county of Dresden, making him a Knight of the soil as well .'
Arla nodded, lighting her victor 's pipe for him. 'And will he be felicitous on the landed estate ?'
'He was on the land as an office administrator for a good two long time, before he landed this job .'lord Drad replied, after finishing his puff of air. 'He will make it another couplet of months, I am sure. He will be back out on the sea as soon as the first gear ship comes in for a trade. I will direction him as a backbone up Captain, to injured ships, and he can also be used as a fishing master, on pocket-size trolley ships .'
'I see, sea captain .'Arla said, now letting her lord pull his pipage once more. She pulled it away when he was finished, and was given the monastic order to snuffle it.
'The only matter is, getting up to the imperial beard urban center to influence things out with Emperor Septim .'Her Master continued. 'We will have to buy the manor in incus the first day we arrive, make our blank space there, then the side by side day go to the imperial beard city, to commission the lawyer, and set about the plot of our lands .'
There was a commotion at the top of the stair, and Divine Drad went to look into. 'What 's going on ?'He shouted to the top.
He heard Commander Shadd 's voice. 'We got ourselves a Pyr Shark, and its a big one too. We need to get it below pack of cards quickly, headwaiter !'There was another clunk, and then a yell from a bunch phallus. 'He is slithering all around, Sir .'
Pyr sharks are no match in the weewee, at home in even the cold waters in Tamriel. They produce an push attack through the sting on their heads, which sends a centre jolt wave through the urine and can kill even a bulky homo from 6 ft. away. They were found to be nearing extinction, and since they keep the levels of trouncing fish down, which eat most early edible fish, they are much needed in Tamriel 's waters.
'Commander !'lord Drad yelled at Shadd. 'That is illegal to take in aboard this ship, and if were were caught by the imperial beard dark blue, we would be fined a hefty trivial fee. So get it off the pack of cards, NOW !'
Commander Shadd wasted no time. 'You heard him, fella. Toss it !'noble Drad heard the splash, and then the men cheering. 'Alright boys, man sails, and I need the former one-half of ya to get these fish down into the cargo clench, in the specified container !'Came the air force officer 's voice again.
Lord Drad finished his tea, then he and Arla went to the top pack of cards, where the last of the Pisces were being carried off to the loading delay. He lead Arla along the deck of cards again, to see all the nets, with her leash. She enjoyed being taken on these walks, being capable to show she was owned by a Lord.
They went then to the Captain 's nest, which was now covered, due to Commander Shadd 's orders, making it a proper bridgework of the ship. It was covered in a wooden cabin, with open Methedrine windows on each side, and the steering wheel in the middle. There were also desks and bloomers.
The Commander made his way to the bridge, and smiled .'I had the boys fix this up last-place Nox. We figured that it would get colder in the Polar Sea, and we ca n't make our Captain freeze on us at the wheel, sire .'He roared. 'Hope you are not disappointed in my thinking, Captain .'
'No, No !'Said Lord Drad to the air force officer with a grin .'I am thankful. I am glad of your mentation, commanding officer Shadd .'
The Orc smiled full. He was certainly at dwelling house on the ship, being large enough for him to enjoy commanding. Even his movements were that of a young Elf, compared to a lot of Orcs, showing he was gaining fatigue on the misstep.
'Commander, the shark you pulled up .'Lord Drad began. 'Next prison term you catch one, what you need to do is polish off it on deck, below the runway, and gut it. Get the pelt, oculus, and all utile and valuable part you can, then stuff it off deck of cards. Take all the grounds, and toss it in dresser, which we have plenitude of in our holds. contrive it in the cargo keep, and I will resolve what to do with it from there .'
'Aye, master .'He barked. 'It 'll be done .'
Creator Drad then manned the wheel, as Arla stood behind him. She noticed that the underdrawers were all nicely finished. They were perfectly in gild. This was, she noticed, the hand craftsmanship of an Orc. She then realized that all the cabinets and such were done by commanding officer Shadd himself, not a bunch member.
'Arla, go into my cabin, and convey me the single-valued function of the Sea of Ghosts .'Her Master ordered. She ran to get it, returning within minute of arc. 'Now, go to the Sir William Chambers, and expect me there .'She again took off.
lord Drad plotted a grade on the maps, marking them with cosmic string, so the Commander knew which routs to follow for the night. He then set the roulette wheel right where it was, and made his way back to his cabin, where he barred the door, and took off his cloak. It was toasty warm in there, considering Arla must be keeping the ardor going.
That was another thing he had not thought of. Wood, for the fervidness of the ship. He had not checked provision for over a calendar month, seeing as how the full admiral had always taken care of that aspect. But whether commanding officer Shadd knew of it, Drad could not guess..
When he entered his Sir William Chambers, Jehovah Drad looked to his fireplace, and the sum of woodwind instrument next to it. He saw that it had another week of Natalie Wood, then it would be depleted. His nous was soon turned to Arla, whom was naked upon his bed, her wooden leg crossed and her expression blushed.
'Arla, come up .'Lord Drad told her. She got off of the bed, and crawled to her Master, as a piddling kitten. He put his script out, and she licked it gently for its salt. She then licked it again. Almighty Drad put a small treat in his hand, and let her lick it up. 'Get into the bed, my precious pet .'He said.
Arla did as her master key told her to, crawling into the covers, and wrapping up tightly in them. God Almighty Drad unlaced his bloomers, and undid his belt, taking them off, then his shirt as well. He climbed into the bed with his hard worker, and held onto her with soundness. He put his full body on hers, sucking to her very tightly.
Arla turned in his grip, and held onto him as well, then kissing his brim tenderly. He returned her osculation softly, easy as he could be with her. She then rubbed from his chest down, slowly caressing him, slowly teasing him.
She got on her back for him, and spread her legs, waiting her passkey to go up her, and take her as he had all rights to. He was her captain, and she was to be used as he saw fit. Her was on top of her before she knew it, and his hands groping at her chest harshly, squeezing them firm and tight in his fingerbreadth. She giggled, and he began to suck on one, then the other.
She purred as he began to lick at her stomach, and down further, to her flabby mound. She moaned as her master copy pleased her. She softly cried aloud, and tightened her ramification up around him, keeping him there.
Her Master broke disembarrass from her legs, and crawled up her tum, until he was lined up with her. He then penetrated her slowly, feeling himself go into her : the voiced wall of her tight to the touch, and wet as a rain. She moaned lightly at first, then it turned to a slim cry as her Master pushed more, through her hymen, breaking her open. He then slowly made love to her, as the ship rocked back and forth.

Lord Drad lay in bed smoking his pipe, and watching the Sun go way down in the Windows. He puffed at the mellisonant leaf that was from Joseph Black marsh. He felt Arla 's script warmly on his lap, where she lay asleep.
It was sundown when he got out of bed, and got dressed. Arla got up with the tumult, and began to get dressed as well, following her Master to be of service. They both remained silent, as they quickly dressed themselves.
'Commander Shadd !'overlord Drad yelled out. The Orc could be seen in the distance coming up the pack of cards.
'Yes, headwaiter !'He boomed his representative, still loud from ten fundament away.
'Get the pack of cards cleared off, Commander. We are going to set up our banquet .'Almighty Drad said to him, now within a few feet of him. 'Have the barrels on deck set up in a line, and then site some boards on them, a stopgap table. Have the kitchen crew set up wine hurler, and goblets, and all the banquet context. I will regress in an hour to check the progress, then lead off with helping the cooks .'
'I 'll get on it, Captain .'Shadd said happily as always.
Arla made her way out of the cabin, and to her Master, who was now on the bow of the ship. She noticed the crew moving drum and such in a transmission line in the centre of attention of the deck, setting up chair. She knelt down before her Master, at his side .'I await your orders, Master .'She said calmly.
'Just follow, Arla .'He said .'I am going into the kitchen in a little bit, to help prepare the banquet tonight. You will be my extra hands in there .'
'I understand, master .'She replied, looking out into the great sea. Her cloak was warm, and cold air cruised by her cloak, chilling her cheeks, making them cherry red.
Her master copy looked at her anatomy, up and down, searching as he may. He studied her intently, for every line, coloring, and Wave in her cutis and figure. He saw his slave was beautiful, and that she was a value beyond his wants, beyond his want. She was a giving, he thought.
'Arla, as you may know, I am a Lord, and soon to be not only the count of Winterhold, but of Dresden as well, which will be a new county, between Bravil and incus, and just North of Bravil as well, taking the Grove and some of the Heartland of Cyrodiil. This will make you the slave to a Lord, a Count, and a merchant. You will learn how to accost each of my claim, and how to properly act with each title, when it is in place .'Her captain told her as he now leaned over the bow of the ship, looking at the moving ridge being sliced through by the belly of it.
'Yes, professional, I shall do my skilful to learn .'She told him, holding on to him by his cloak, to make sure he did not pass.
'Arla, I have been at sea since I was baker's dozen ; I am not going to fall .'He commented. She released his cloak. 'But thank you ... it shows that you care .'He added, as he turned and began his walk to the kitchen deck.
She walked right behind her headmaster as they went into the kitchen, where all the Captain James Cook crew were moving about this way and that, preparing and cooking for the nighttime 's meal. Her Master walked down the row, and they all moved from his itinerary. He walked to the very back of the deck, and took his cloak off in the diminished room for the James Cook. Arla took hers off as well.
'I am going to take your tether off, because once we get to cooking, we will not have room for it, and you will need to be warm as you can on your feet in there .'Her schoolmaster told her. 'Just do as I say, and you should do just ticket .'He then stepped into the meddling kitchen, and made his way to where two men were preparing fish.
He leaned over them, and nodded. 'Make trusted to season them, but not too lots .'He suggested. 'The freshness of them will pretend them perfect as is, really, only needing to add a few spicery .'He made a round of the kitchen, correcting piddling things here and there, and cooking a few venial bag. He showed them a few things as well, like how to manipulate the fish without it burning before it is done. 'You bake it first, to cook the eye, then you fry it, browning the away perfectly .'
Arla stayed right behind her original, for she knew that to be the place she was least in the way. He made his way to the sauces, where he replaced a pocket-sized sailor on that duty .'I love sauces .'He told Arla. 'When it comes to fish, only a few are just right, and more than many are just not compatible. These sauces are to go on the murphy and Elmer Rice, not the fish. Only one thing will go on the fish, and that is maybe some wine, or some ale, just for measure .'He added a bit of basil to the sauce, then went about doing early various things. He got all the sauces to a boiling point, and kept them broiling for a few minutes, before he pointed to a stack of goat god. 'Go get three of them, Arla .'He said quickly.
It was as if she had bounced as he gave his command, for she weaved to the stack, and elegantly pulled out three, then made her swift paying back, without bumping one crewman. She handed them to her Master with a bow of her head. He took them, and filled each with a unlike sauce. He then put the used pots into the dish trey.
'The sauces are make, just proceed them cold for another hour, then serve them with the potatoes and rice when they go out. But heat it back up, of course .'He shouted to the chef .'I am going to bake the Fish, you get on slice murphy and preparing them for being fried .'
They were in the kitchen for a salutary two hours, before Lord Drad finally went above deck, and got some fresh air. 'Arla, it is a rattling, but stale nighttime. We are going to be drinking, and the crew may get bully .'He said, as he leaned over the railing. 'If you are in any way bothered by one of the crew, then you come come up me, and peg with me. I do not want anything going wrong this night. We have a gracious meal about to be brought up, and we have 53 people that are going to be sharing a tabular array, along with their ale .'
'I understand, Master .'She said. 'May I have my leash back on, Master ?'She asked suddenly, and brightly. She smiled as he linked it onto her. 'Thank you, my Maker .'She said happily.
noble Drad made his way back to the cabin, and put his cloak up. He put on a heavier cloak, that was printed with the noblesse Seal of Winterhold, Skyrim. He then set upon his brain the war helmet, with the antlers of a deer in it as car horn. His blade was then strapped to his side ; not his usual saber, but a huge claymore, fit for the men of a hardened knight.
Arla helped her Master put the sword on, and toss his cloak over himself. She then pulled out his piping and packed it then, so after diner, she could already have it make for him to smoke, knowing her Master would want it. He was rather predictable when it came to that.
'Keep this on you all Night .'He gave her a short steel, which militia used as side weapons system. 'Strap it to your side, under your cloak, and keep open it tight. The work party will possess tossed back a few ales before the night is old .'
Arla strapped the sword to a belted ammunition, and laced it under her cloak, as her Master told her to do. She then pulled her vest finisher to her, for warmth. Her Master took cargo hold of the leash, when she got it on, and tugged her, leading them to the deck once more.
They came up, and Lord Drad sat at the header of the table, with Arla at his leftfield. Commander Shadd was granted the opposite drumhead of the table. When most of the crew had taken their tush, the kitchen work party came up and placed the platters of food down upon the table, covered with lids.
They sat down in their shoes, then awaited in silence for their senior pilot to take the first morsel, and signal the eternal sleep to eat. Arla saw her Master, as he cut into the first raciness of fish ; crispy and well-off to cut. He put the tasty meat to his lips, and ate of it. He closed his oculus, and tasted all the flavors of it, before swallowing.
The crowd then began to junket, grabbing this and that, adding it to their plates. Arla fixed herself a plate, then waited for her schoolmaster 's signal, which came as soon as she had filled her chalice with wine-coloured. She began eating, letting the taste of the food for thought carry her away.
lord Drad spoke with the new full admiral of the ship, whom was to his right, and got acquainted with him. His name was Cleaver Villies, from the Imperial City. nobleman Drad also found that he was a oldtimer at the seas, and that was why he worked so well with Commander Shadd. 'Him and I are two alike, so we work well together, having the same logic set .'admiral Villies explained to his police chief.
The dark was clear, as the crew all dined on the deck of the ship, the cool weather condition upon them, as they dove into the solid food with fervency. When all was finished, the kitchen crew cleaned up the table, and brung out a dessert of tonic fried Nord squid, which where a few caught in the nets.
The gang liked them, popping the fried joy into their mouths quickly, one after another, until they were completely finished. The salty treats satisfied their tummy, and their idea were now in want of amusement .'A violin and flute is needed .'Said one extremity of the sailing crew. 'And a luting as well would do nicely .'
Jehovah Drad could tell it was going to be a long night from there, hearing another member down the table say .'I have a luting in my Bench chest !'He heard another speak .'I know how to play the violin, but alas I have not one here .'
The board erupted into chatter about what legal document were needed, and what they could use. Lord Drad decided to make a bit of fun now .'I have an ocarina, which is close enough to a flute glass, lads !'He spoke aloud. 'Now individual get that man a violin, there is one on this ship SOMEwhere .'
The bunch scurried to get their instruments, and recover the violin. Arla sat in her chair, having not been yet told to get up. Her superior stepped away from the table, and made his way into the cabin, where he remained a few second. He then came out carrying a blue ocarina in his hand, small and middling.
He sat at the bow of the ship and awaited the other people. Soon, the man returned with his lute, sitting on the railing and tuning the guitar like instrument. A few members of the gang returned, just sitting on the table and chairs. At last, one member came up with a violin in his work force. 'Found it in the old loo, on the third deck of cards, police captain .'He said, a smile on his face.
'My public figure is Sask Andril, and I am the man for the fiddle .'Said a chubby member of the crew .'I have been playing since I was a wee one vertebral column in New Rock .'He said, taking the instrument, and pulling the bow across the strings in a hiss of sounds.
Lord Drad began with a low, retentive bill, and the eternal sleep joined him, creating a rhythm and beat. They went on for seemingly a few hour, occasionally stopping for breathing place and ale. Arla sat in her hot seat and listened to her Master play, and the notes he used for each song. She was talented for picking out melodies.
When the euphony stopped, Almighty Drad put up his sweet potato, and sat at his seat once more, the bunch dispersing below deck one by one. He was amazed that they got off the deck without a competitiveness or an argument one. He was pleased how they handled their alcoholic drink.
'Arla, we are going to rent a minor paseo about the ship, then go to bed, alright .'God Almighty Drad told his slave, whom was now curled up in her hot seat, her cloak about her as fur. She got up, and went right into her victor 's munition, holding him for that warmth, and comfort. She only let go when he started moving forward. 'When you get in bed tonight, make for sure to put forest on the fire first ... We will need it for tonight. We are getting closer to the Pole, so the weather condition will now start to get cold-blooded than you have ever felt before .'
Arla was lead to the buttocks of the ship, where the waves ejected by the ship could be seen in the Moonlight. She was amazed to see a wafture line about the back of the ship half the size of the ships own acme. She loved how the ship moved about the ocean, and the way it sailed gently, yet rocking all the same.
'We will be in Anvil within this week, Arla .'Her Master told her as they walked now to the front of the ship, seeing the rapid movement of the ship through the body of water. 'Are you ready to become a Lady of the courts ?'He asked.
Arla looked to her professional, and said with confidence. 'Master, I shall do as I can to please you. If it pleases you, I am ready, my Lord .'
Lord Drad stopped walking after they were at the mesa once more. He looked up, to the Moons, and then to his hard worker. 'You 're particular, Arla, I promise .'
The flaming was lit verge hot soon after they returned to Lord Drad 's chambers. He quickly got out of his cloak, and put on something thicker under it, then slipped it back on until the attack heated the room more. Arla stayed in her cloak, until the fire was at a steady roar, with wood stacked to its top.
It took a few transactions, but eventually, the thrill in the air was gone, and Arla could take off her cloak. Her Master took his off, and she grabbed it, to flow them both on the wrack in the office. She then came back, and stoked the fire, opening up air in it, and more fire. It was soon toasty warm in the cabin, enough for Divine Drad to plunder and get into his bed.
Arla was not supposed to be in her clothes anyways, and quickly got out of them, before her Master caught her with it. She then came to the bed and knelt before it. 'Master, may I derive into your bed ?'She asked obediently.
He looked to her naked contour, slightly shivering still from the bone chilling stale. 'Come, Arla, and join me in my bed .'He said softly.
Once in bed, she looked to her Master 's look, and spoke. 'Master, I am required to tell you of my disobedience .'She said .'I was not nude, when I came into your way, and I apologize, Master. I ask that you be merciful with me, it being my showtime metre ?'Her eyes were big and blueness, her hairsbreadth in her face as a doll.
But Lord Drad took no pity on dame either. 'Yes, I know this. I noticed, but said nothing .'He spoke calmly .'I am going to let it go this once, to be fair, but soon, I will be punishing for criminal offence like that .'His vocalization was odorous, somehow.
Arla nodded, then nuzzled into nobleman Drad 's neck and shoulder joint. Her nose was cold, but her lips soft, moist, and warm. Her fuzz smelled of heyday, as they laid in bed, she made the canvas feel like satin, covering him smoothly. He felt her weapon system go about him, and her lips osculate his neck. He leaned, putting her arm about her, and returning her kiss.
'Sleep, lord ?'She asked, innocently.
'Ahhh, yes, catch some Z's, Arla'He said, turning, but still holding her, and closing his optic. She did the same, sleeping as her headspring hit the pillow .