To Ebonhart

When the ship pulled into the harbor, noble Drad came out of the cabin, and made his way to the deck. His first command was to lower cruise, and make ready to bob. All of the crew began carrying out his gild with a rushing.
Almighty Drad was a Nord, from Skyrim, and he had all the hunky-dory tone of such a person. His tomentum was long, and flowing, with blond and melanize streaks. His eyes pierced with a Louis Harold Gray gaze. His body was steadfastly, and stalky, yet magniloquent and fair. His boldness was strong, with a built cheek phone line, and keister jaw.
His ship was called 'Winterwriter'. It was a heavy frigate vessel, which was used in his business of transporting goods to and from Solstheim islet. It was a monumental ship, compared to most Nord vas, with five narrative, and over a hundred feet long. It had three canvas, and a row of oars. Its can most deck of cards was the storage hold, and the arcsecond to the underside was the rowing deck. The third pack of cards down was the crew 's quarters, and the twenty-five percent was the caboose, and synergistic country. The top deck was opened, with a large cabin atop it, as the skipper 's quarters.
Lord Drad spent most of his time in his cabin writing of his adventure and travel. He kept an avid Captain 's Log, marking all his locations and craft precisely. He also took interest in thaumaturgy, which he practiced with awe. He kept most spell manual that he could find in his personal subroutine library on board the ship, studying them with excitement
Lord Drad came from a kinsfolk of well off merchant from Trasklin, on Solstheim. He was born to Lady Arial Trile, and Lord Hrothmund Drad, as lord Nikolai Drad. He was seventeen when he began to sail with his father, to and from Skyrim and Solstheim, and he was .22 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 precaution. His line was then granted lands in Solstheim, Skyrim, and Cyrodiil. In Cyrodiil, the Lords were granted lands near Anvil, where God Almighty Nikolai 's cousin, Drotho, made his root ; in Skyrim, they were granted soil in Winterhold, where Lord Nikolai Drad was based out of ; and on the island of Solstheim, they were granted lands in Transklin, to the very north, where his founding father was now based out of, maintaining the Drad Merchant Co. from a space, doing only the paperwork and invoices needed. Forevermore, were the Drad 's to be Lords of those lands.
lord Nikolai Drad now had full command of the Skyrim fleet, working under his father. He was headwaiter of the 'Winterwriter', and was supporter of the Drad merchant caller. Now at age twenty-four, he had achieved the gamy standard he possibly could within the Drad Merchant Co. until he took over his don 's situation

nobleman Drad told the crew to set about unloading their cargo, once docked at the port of New Rock. They were delivering much needed equipment and food to the workers 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 time lag. His hired man scribbled about the lambskin as his crew unloaded everything.
The Captain of the fort made his way to the ship, after an hour or so of the ordeal, and stood at the docks. 'Captain Drad ... .'He said in a inviolable Imperial stress .'I have Book from Lord Hrothmund Drad, that is urgent. It was sent here finis Nox by way of long ship'
'Hail !'Jehovah 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 role of Lord Drad 's cabin. He had a hind end at the comfortable chair in strawman of nobleman Drad 's desk.
'Please ... you have news from my father ?'
'I was told of an urgent saving that you were to make. I know not the details, for they are concealed in this envelope .'The Captain set a leather envelope down on the Lord 's desk. 'The messenger whom brought this to us said that your father was in need of assistance, and you were the sole one whom could help in this matter. We were told not to look upon it, so as you can see by the unbroken sealing wax, we have kept our part in this .'
God Almighty Drad looked to the gasbag, and sure enough, his founding father seal was kept. 'Thank you, Commander .'
The maitre d' looked taken aback at this title. But before he could say anything to it, lord Drad spoke. 'Commander ... ... when a Captain is aboard the ship of another Captain, in parliamentary procedure not to throw social rank, the title air force officer is used for the guest .'Explaining it to him.
'I see .'He got out of the death chair, and made his way to the door. 'If there is anything I can do for you, let me sleep with. You and your work party have delivered our goodness here more times than we can matter, and we have always been satisfied with your service ... .never one broken jar of wine-colored, nor one damaged crate of foods .'
'Then the pleasure of thine public figure, commander, if you will ?'
'Doshin, Hugo Doshin of Bruma, Cyrodiil .'He replied, then pounded his dresser in military greeting to the maitre d'. 'Lord Drad'
'Commander Doshin .'
He left the cabin, and Godhead Drad began to open the letter. He broke the Navy SEAL, and found that his father 's script was written upon the accustomed bright blue lambskin of the Drad merchant Co.


Nikolai,
I have an urgent delivery you must make for the Company. There is a despatch of armour waiting at the Imperial Legion Base in Ebonhart, in the South of Morrowind. It needs to be taken to solitude, Skyrim as quickly as you can muster up your ship to go. I would receive another ship to do the job, but currently, they are all to the West, transporting the damned blackwood tree Company prisoner for the emperor. The fee for this service, since it is so urgent, will be 6'000 septims. progress to sure you get the money before you make the trip, for I think last sentence we dealt with those people, we were shorted by 2´000 septims.
Your father,
Lord Hrothmund Drad.

He sat the letter down upon his desk and walked to the cabin door. His crew was almost done with the unloading, but he knew that time was needed now. He took off his undershirt and hat, then went to work beside his crew members, unloading the crates from the handgrip. He was not afraid of Labour at all, when it was called for.
They were paid 1'000 septims for the saving. Lord Drad counted the coins by weighing them, then ordered his gang to restock what they could of intellectual nourishment and supplies in an hours prison term. Maker Drad then went to the Captain 's of the Fort Quarters.
'Captain Doshin, I have been sent to Ebonhart. Though I can not return details of this, I can maybe be of some more use to you. We will be coming back this way in a weeks prison term ... .is there anything that you need from that realm ?'Lord Drad asked.
'Not right off hand, no .'chieftain Doshin said, setting down the obstetrical delivery invoice. 'But I do compliments to ask about this new wine 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 father saw you were making such a large orderliness, he marked it as 900, so as to make the fee for you here more bearable..it is one of our way of keeping our prices as low as we can .'Lord Drad explained .'I assure you, the wine is just as you ordered, just packaged under a different year, to forefend the surplus fees that the company would throw to pay .'
'You mean avoiding taxes ?'The Captain asked, with a minuscule smirk upon his face.
'Avoiding duplicate fees, maitre d' .'Lord Drad corrected, making trusted the captain knew to keep quiet.
'Hell, I do n't give care, so long as the wine-coloured is good .'He said. 'Hell, if your taxes are going to my remuneration, and I am still getting five septims a week, then they can go plug themselves ... .I have no honey for them, so do as you please, noble Drad .'
master Drad nodded his head in salute, then walked back to his ship, which was now full-of-the-moon of food and water supply. He walked up the board and manned the Captains nestle, which was just at the bicycle. Drad gave the monastic order to pull out from the docking facility, and make whey
The ship 's crew began to untie the ship and row out of port, and God Almighty Drad went into the Captain 's cabin, to log the side by side journey they were to embark on. He began with the details of why, then the mob they were to be taking. His hand filled the log 's parchment quickly with a pretty cursive script writing.

They were half way to Ebonhart, when overlord Drad decided that they could make an extra septim by stopping off in Gnaar Mok, and loading the ship with supplies to be taken to Ebonhart. He knew of the gild, but had at first off denied it, seeing as how far out of the way it was. But now, since he was going there anyway, he decided to realise the additional plosive, and pick up a shipment of kuama eggs, and deport them to Ebonhart.
They pulled into port, and docked the ship. Godhead Drad disembarked 'Winterwriter'and made his way to the townspeople midpoint. He walked into the House Hlaalu mall, and spoke with the Lord of the townspeople. He knew that the freight was still needed, for he was the only ship that could take the order, and he declined at first.
'Lord Andilo, I am Lord Drad, of the Drad Merchant Co.'Began Lord Drad .'I can now make that orderliness of kuama eggs 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 opportunity. The crates are still at the docks, in the storage warehouse. look absolve to take them when you see fit. We do n't experience many services here, and our resources are dried up at the here and now, but you may make use of our local anaesthetic goods shop if you need it .'
'I thank you .'Divine Drad said. 'However, we have a policy that we get paid before the shipment goes out, so we will demand the Francis Drake upfront. I am sure you have done business with us before, so you know it is not going to be a defaulted order .'
'Yes, yes of course .'Lord Andilo said. 'What is the Mary Leontyne Price of this ?'
'I am figuring that the crates are around 100 pounds each, and that each one will learn up around 5 cubic animal foot of space, so I will say 50 Drake per crateful, plus the transportation fee of 500 drake .'Lord Drad said. 'Also, if there are more than than 50 crateful, we will let down the crateful monetary value to 40 Drakes per crate .'
'Is this a set price ?'
'I am the genius of Drad merchant Co., and I have the magnate to talk terms on the spot, being the fountainhead of the Skyrim sector. Since the Solstheim sector right now is so exploit, they have sent me in the stead of it, so I retain all talks top executive as I see fit .'Lord Drad explained. 'However, the prices I have set are well beyond fair, and there is not another society, including the imperial barter Co. that can get this for you for a lower monetary value .'
noble Andilo looked taken aback at this. He was of House Hlaalu, the negotiators, and this was by far some of the best business body of work he had yet to see. 'We could use you on OUR staff, Lord Drad .'He said, chuckling. 'Very well, we have 100 crates, and they are, yes, around a hundred pounding per crate. So that should come out to ...'He did some math on his finger's breadth .'4'500 drake for the whole dispatch .'Lord Andilo then pulled out a opus of parchment and wrote on it. It was a hinderance, for 4´500 Drakes. 'Cash it at Ebonhart, and you will meet it in atomic number 79 there .'
'That is indeed what it would seem .'Lord Drad said. 'But now I must get to loading the shipment, for we are on a brusk sentence plate. I thank you for your clientele, Jehovah Andilo, and have a pleasant evening .'
Lord Drad walked out of the House Hlaalu essence, and made his way to the docks, where his crew then began to adulterate the crates into the shipment grip. The ship 's fanny deck had a retractable ramp, which was on the face of the ship, used to take lading directly to and from the buns deck, making it easier to load and unload. So the process took only around 30 min, with all the crowd, plus even Lord Drad, loading it up.

The ship left port at a niggling after sunset, making their way now to Ebonhart with a cargo of kuama eggs. noble Drad made his way into his cabin, then his bunk bed, where he rested for a piece. He had had a long day, and needed the rest. His work party would take in duty period manning the canvas, so they could rotate their ease, and still relieve oneself it to Ebonhart within a seemly amount of money of prison term.
As the ship sailed smoothly in the calm piss, Lord Drad dreamed. The Gustavus Franklin Swift question of the ship cutting through the waters, and the rocking and swaying kept him in his peaceful rest. He loved the sway of his ship.
His dream was of the moving ridge 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 deal there was well. He imagined the sea to be polish and the weather to be clean, with merchandiser vessels going to and from Cyrodiil and Valenwood. Yes, wondrous places indeed.
He awoke with a bash on his door. 'Captain Drad, we have spotted a commandeer vessel, just a few naut mi behind us. They are gaining in on us fast .'The vox shouted.
master Drad got out of his bed quickly and put on his armour and sword. He was always prepared for pirates, whether he was a Lord or not. He went out on pack of cards, and took a face through the spyglass. 'We have 50 men on this ship, and all are armed with sabers and dirks. Get them all prepared, police lieutenant .'He told his for the first time officer. 'Keep sailing fast as we can while they take shifts getting armed .'
'Yes, Captain .'Said the Lieutenant. 'First and moment crew, gear up for fight ! third base crew, sweep fasting, maintain speed !'He shouted.
Lord Drad spotted that they were around ten miles from the Hla Oad slide, and some 20 miles south of it. He knew that this conflict would be a sea battle, indeed. They had not the time to perpetrate into land, and could not afford to mail a long ship out for help. No, they had to remain fast with their arm.
Jehovah Drad went back into his cabin, and pulled out his bow, which was a heavy model made of ebony tree, straight from high Rock. He put on his palpitation of glass arrows, and then made his way out to the deck of cards once more. The crew was now get up to conflict.
'Lieutenant, pull up down the sail now, let them fill up in, and let them think we are surrendering. Do not let the men show their arms until I give the signal .'He commanded. 'We may yet get out of this .'
The Lieutenant gave the ordination, and the sails were taken down. A livid flag was raised above the mast, and the ship slowed to a halt Lord Drad made himself set up, by mustering his retentiveness for utile spells.
The pirate ship approached quickly now. Soon, it was just next to them. A voice sounded from the ship. 'Captain of the 'Winterwriter', tell your crew to get on the deck, and keep their head down, and their dead body flat against the deck !'It yelled .'I am senior pilot Bravvard, of the vessel 'Brist'. I am taking your cargo, and your gold. You will rest on the deck until we are through with your vas !'
'Do it .'Lord Drad said. 'But be prepared to get up and fight quickly .'
The crowd, including Lord Drad, got to their venter, and put their head word to the deck. The sea rover came aboard the ship and began to go into the belly of it. Lord Drad waited patiently before he made his movement. He knew it would train timing in order to pull this off just right.
When Captain Bravvard got aboard the ship, Lord Drad cast a while of Wind, and the whole ship began to rock. Captain Bravvard was knocked off his feet, and Lord Drad made his move. He got up, and the crew all came up with him. Creator Drad went right for the Captain, and pulled out his saber.
'Stand down, you fool !'Captain Bravvard said hastily.
Lord Drad went straight for his neck, but was foiled when the maitre d'hotel rolled over, pulling his sword. It was a immense claymore, and he jumped to his pes, swinging it broadly. The cut landed upon Lord Drad 's saber, striking it from his hand. The next swing Captain Bravvard took just missed his head. But noble Drad struck with a human dynamo, sending Captain Bravvard back ten feet, and knocking him back to his human knee.
The gang was immersed in battle, as their senior pilot fought. They all swung their weapons, clashing the iron and steel with great power. All were in engagement, even the runts of each ship.
Divine Drad retook his arm and came at Captain Bravvard quickly, swinging it downwards with power. It hit him square in his chest, slicing him badly. He then swung again, this time slicing his arm with which he wielded his artillery. The following rap was a jab, piercing into the Captain nub, killing him instantly !
The crew stopped their fight momentarily as Captain Bravvard was struck down. Lord Drad took his men and ripped into the wound in the Captains chest, then pulled out his prod centre. The crowd of the commandeer vessel was aghast with this, and many ran in fear of the Jehovah.
They tried to micturate way back to their ship, but Lord Drad command his men to kill them all. He began in a murderous fury. He struck down appendage after fellow member of the plagiarist crew, and ripped at them with his work force as well, lineage spraying about the deck of cards of the ship, his armor, and over the sides, tainting the calm waters with red.
Every net member of the pirate crew was dead, when Lord Drad was finished. He took a look about his deck, and then said. 'Men, gather up all the armor and artillery of the fallen, both sides. Kick the scum off the edge, and then rifle the ship. When all of value is taken, burn it into the sea, and make water sure enough it sinks !'

They took all of value from the buccaneer watercraft, including a dresser of Sheogorath statuette, and a sacque of skooma ( an illegal drug, which enhances specialty, and endurance, however, makes the taker hallucinate ). The ship was then burned. Lord Drad then told his crew to man their positions, and form weigh.
They arrived in Ebonhart early the next morning, with a to the full shipment of kuama eggs, buccaneer weapon system, and stolen good. Lord Drad, before they unloaded their cargo, asked the lieutenant to step into his office.
'Lieutenant Ply, as you know, we have on this ship many stolen commodity .'
'Yes Captain !'
'And we have skooma as well .'
'Aye, police chief .'
'Here is what we are to do ... .we are going to tell the Imperial Legion here of what happened, but we are going to give out the skooma. What was in that sack is around 600 feeding bottle of it, and that will fetch a very very fair monetary value on the total darkness market, especially with the local thieves guild here in Vvardenfel .'He said to his First fellow. 'We will ca-ca our way back to solitude, and deliver the weapons, of row, but on the way, we are going to break off off in Seyda Neen, where I know there is a den of thieves to be located. We will trade with them all the skooma, minus a bit for the crew, and then make haste to our goal .'
'Aye, Captain .'The lieutenant nodded his head.
'Now, I am making a log about this attempt, and a report card to broadcast back to my Father of the Church in Solstheim. I will include ALL of the actions taken piazza, and I will name sure you are granted a ship of your own to overtop. You have earned this new position, and while I shall lose your ability as a initiatory Mate, I can not let this action go volunteer. 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 Kindnesses

The 'Winterwriter'made its way to Solitude quickly, now with just weapon from the Ebonhart Imperial Fort, and a sackful of skooma. It was a middling day, however, and the navigation was smooth still. Lord Drad made sure that he was well in contingent to his father, when he was writing out the report. He included the legal action of police lieutenant Ply, and the skooma as well. But, when writing in the skipper 's log, he excluded the skooma, for legal function. He also included in the Log that he was recommending Lieutenant Ply for an advancement in the Drad merchandiser Co.
The ship pulled into Seyda Neen at around six O'Clock that evening, under the false make-believe of resupplying. They bought around 300 septims of food, just to take a leak it take care practiced. But while they crew were buying they supplies, Lord Drad made his way to an Inn, and searched out the thieves.
He walked in, and ordered a drink of time of origin Skyrim Mead, which was his favorite drink while he was relaxing. This was no metre to slack up, 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 supporter of the inn. He waited patiently for the right moment, the justly signs.
Then, as he took the last sip from his mug, he saw it. The handshake of one of the patrons carried more than a grip. It was a berth of the handwriting, and there was something to it. Something shroud, as they shook.
Lord Drad ordered two more Margaret Mead from the bar, and then made his way to the patron whom he had seen take the slip. 'Would you like a drink, friend ?'He asked the man, whom was of Nord blood.
The patron looked at him with a funny eye, and decided he should at least name a bit of an investigating into this, but took the drink. 'Sure, friend. And Mead as well, so good to have a kinsmen offer a noble-minded gift. But why me, friend ?'He asked, as he took the mug of mead.
'I am looking for a fence .'Replied master Drad with an upturned eyebrow. 'Know of a home I can find one ?'
The Nord looked at Godhead Drad with curiosity. His special K eyes flickered at the quotation of this. overlord Drad wondered if he would spiel along. 'Down the street, you will find that there is a shop, they sell many things, including fencing station .'He said to Lord Drad with satire in his part, obviously playing a biz to test the waters.
'But I am not looking to buy a fence, I am looking to name one .'God Almighty Drad replied, playing along. 'And I am afraid that the storekeeper would not be happy if I asked to make one in his shop, with the detail I am to relieve oneself it with .'
The Nord smiled. 'Fences are fencing, are they not ?'
'Truly, they are not .'Lord Drad said, then continued. 'The case I wish to puddle is rather ... ..liquidy .'
'What is your epithet, acquaintance ?'Asked the Nord, now very concerned, but still playing.
'My name you shall know as pylon, for now .'Creator Drad said. 'And what is yours ?'
'My name is no secret around here ... .I 'm Raflod, the Braggart .'The Nord replied with ease. 'But how can you construct a fence from liquid ?'
Lord Drad was loosing his patience now, however, and decided that the game needed to be ended, and business begun .'I am looking to betray dreaming, that come in a feeding bottle. My dreams are worth much more than the casual fencing .'
Raflod looked to Drad and smiled. 'Ale ? Mead ? We have that already !'He said loudly, sucking down another gulp.
'Enough, I am wanting to trade some skooma. Am I in the right hand post, or not ?'Lord Drad said, loosing his equanimity with the drunken Nord. 'If I am not, I shall take my business sector somewhere else .'
Raflod shook his top dog now. 'No, no, you 're in the right billet ... .come, let us speak more upstairs, where there is a comfortable uncouth elbow room we may utter more freely .'He then began to take the air up the stair of the inn.
Lord Drad followed him up the steps, and found himself to be in a prosperous room, with a lounge, and a fire as well. There were many chairs, and a mesa with a deck of cards upon it. Raflod sat at the tabular array, and beckoned that Lord Drad sit as well.
'So, you have come to sell skooma, eh. You look like the eccentric of Nord who would be prancing around in Cyrodiil, not the form that would be in a seedy Ithiel Town as this, selling drugs to the local anaesthetic stealer gild .'Raflod said, drinking a bit to a greater extent of his mead.
'What I am, and my origin are of no importance to you. I am here to establish business organisation, not plowshare stories .'Lord Drad responded sternly.
'Alright alright. wellspring, I am the local steward of the Thieves club in this Town, and I am the one to blab to indeed .'
'That is well. Let us now commence with line of work .'
'How a great deal are you looking to sell ?'
'Five century and fifty bottles, each six oz., and all are unopened .'Lord Drad said, having already counted them beforehand.
Ralflod whistled. 'You may be capable to sell that much for a seemly fence in say ... ..Gnaar Mok, but here, in Seyda Neen, you wont find anyone able to cut across such an amount .'He said.
'What is a decorous amount, to you ?'Lord Drad asked.
'Well, where we are most prominent, in billet like Gnaar Mok, and Suran, decent would be eighty septims per bottle. But here, there are very few whom can continue that. We would only be able-bodied to pay out ... .thirty septims per bottle. It is a robbery, but we can not give to spend so much .'
'And what if I were to say that I was uncoerced to negociate a little, to find a suitable price for both of us, be it gold, or otherwise ... .or both ?'
'Otherwise ?'
'I would be willing to meet thirty septims per bottle, along with a guarantee, that whenever I am in this town, the thief Guild will be accommodating to my needs, whatever they may be. I will be a regular customer here, if the cordial reception is compensate. I am very influential, and can make this townspeople 's Thieves social club brandish with my job. live with this offer, and I will total back here every clock time I have such types of goods in want of selling .'lord Drad explained to Ralflod. 'When you get your economy up, then prices will get better, for the both of us. It will help oneself us both in the long run .'
Ralflod thought about this for a while, and drank more of his almost empty mug of mead. 'Alright, I can do that. We have a small sanctuary here in Seyda Neen, just outside of town. Take the route past the silt strider, and when you find a cavern, enter it. I will be waiting there at midnight tonight. Bring 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 to afford to take say ... .three hundred bottles .'
'You can make up the deviation in the future .'nobleman Drad said .'I will fall there with three men, and we will suffer the skooma with us .'
Ralflod smiled. 'Then we shall get together again soon, friend .'

Creator Drad had his crew pull out the sack of skooma from the cargo wait, which was quite heavy. They put it on a go-cart, and began moving it to the caverns Ralflod spoke of. The three men that Lord Drad chose to keep company him were deputy Ply ; Privet Uls, a High Elf ; and Privet Doil, an imperial beard whom had joined the gang earlier that year.
When at the cavern entree, master Drad opened the gate. He was greeted by Ralflod, along with a few other citizenry, all of them shadow pixie. 'Pylon. Good to see you made it .'
'Well met, Ralflod .'
'Just have 'em set the consignment down right there .'He pointed to a modest area of the cavern. 'We have the amber waiting for you, but will reckon and weigh the loading first. Elis, Arthis, take the load down to the chambers, and count it ... .I 'll take care of the pecuniary resource .'
noble Drad waited as the Elves took the loading down the cavern out halls. He then leaned against the cavern out paries, and made himself prosperous. His crowd waited about him, uneasy at the component they were in. Lord Drad knew what he was doing, but his crew was still on border, for thieves were not to be trusted.
'Alright, now, the amber will be in bars, for that is what we trade in here. It is much gentle to draw septims, and we do n't need that trouble, especially with the Imperial authority right here in Town. So, if it is fine with you, we will begin .'Ralflod said.
'It is amercement with me .'
'Good .'
'My gens, Ralflod, is lord Nikolai Drad, of the Drad merchant Co. I am the admirer of the Co. and the head official of the Skyrim faction. This swag was taken from an attacking plagiarizer ship, along with a few former items. Now you know whom I am .'Divine Drad said .'I feel that a commercial enterprise relationship should give birth a certain amount of confidence, especially this character .'
'I see .'Ralflod replied. 'Well, you know my name already, and now you know our hideout ... .so I think the cartel on our part is consummate. But call me Flod, please .'
'Alright Flod .'
One of the Dark Elves came up the hall, and spoke in low voices with Flod. Flod nodded, and sent him back down the halls. 'Alright, it all stoppage out, and now here is your gold .'He walked over to a small crack, and pulled back a tarp. Under it were six atomic number 79 legal profession. 'They are, you should have intercourse as a merchant, worth the agreed upon amount of gold .'
'I agree .'Maker Drad said, nodding his head. 'Lieutenant Ply, lease them, and create your way back to the ship. I will finish this deal here. make for certain the ship is ready when I get back, we need to voyage before outset visible radiation, in social club to make it to Solitude on time .'
'Aye, chieftain .'He then picked up the gold, and handed a few part to the early member of the crew, walking out of the cavern.
'Now, we have done a effective amount of business organization, Flod .'Godhead Drad began. 'With what I have sold you, and have given as well, your thriftiness here should be rather beneficial. I am taking it it will necessitate you around a month or so to fence off this much skooma. I will give in two calendar month or so, and with more point that need fenced. I will be expecting a ripe thriftiness from this incision of the esteemed stealer order then, for this is a plenty sound starting time for your lot .'
'Yes, yes, this will boost us quite nicely, and you are sure to see more gold seed from us in the time to come ... .and we will not forget this forgivingness, Lord Drad .'Flod said with honor. 'If ever you require our service of process ... any of them, we will be happy to help. I consider you to be a sleeper goby federal agent for us. I know of you, and I will make sure you have all welfare of being in our lodge, without, of course, actually being in it .'
'Thank you .'
'Much welcomes .'
'But now I must make rush, lest my cargo be late .'Maker Drad said, turning to return to his ship.
'Wait !'Flod said.
Lord Drad turned to look him, and raised an eyebrow. 'Yes .'
'Would you be interested in a pet ?'
'A pet ?'Lord Drad inquired. 'Is there import to this, Flod ?'
'The android kind .'
'Hahaha, a slave ?'Laughed Lord Drad, shaking his head.
'Yes, a little Nord fille .'Replied Flod with a smiling. 'She was sold to us legally, but she is of no use to a clustering of stealer. She is only twenty years, and her hair is red as ardor. She is from Dawnstar, Skyrim, and is very petite for a Nord charwoman. She is well fed, but her build is small naturally, I guess. We are not cruel here, and have treated her wellspring. She just is small .'
'A minor Nord ? Hahahaha !'Maker 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 concatenation being unlocked. They came up the manor hall, and stopped at Lord Drad and Flod 's comportment.
'Here you are, Creator Drad .'He said. 'As you can see, she is well nourished ... .just minor, as I said .'
Arla was just as Flod had described. Her hair was long, and fiery red. Her eyes were of a bright blue sky, and big as stars. She was petite in material body, standing only five hoof seven, and having minuscule shoulder joint. Her chest were middling sized, compared with her figure, and her face was as a scratch image upon Rock, pretty and stern.
'I see you are rightfulness .'nobleman Drad commented. 'And what is this going to cost me if I said I were interested ?'
'You gave us a very magnanimous sum of skooma, and you were kind enough to give us quotation ... deal this a gift, from one Nord to another .'Flod said in a booming voice.
Lord Drad stood with his hands at his sides. 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 occupy about her going free people. She is under a peculiar contract, which makes her a legal hard worker, in all provinces of Tamriel .'Flod explained before noble Drad could even ask the doubt. 'Here are the written document .'He handed a set of document to Lord Drad.
He took the document, and then read them. Sure enough, it was decriminalise. 'Alright, this is acceptable. Does she let her chains, or are you to keep those, and I find my own ?'
'Ah, she came with no range ... we have been using just a set of shackles that we stole from an imperial beard Guard a few calendar month 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 unforced to serve .'
'I am sure you have seen ... .and felt .'Godhead Drad commented.
'Ah ... .as I said, we are not cruel .'Flod said. 'We did not touch her, and she is stark. A slave is not to be used like that here. We were going to betray her in Sadrith Mora, to the local anaesthetic slave marketplace there, but had not gotten around to it yet. But since you have offered us a kindness, we shall put up you this kindness in return .'
'And I thank you, Flod .'Lord Drad said .'I however, am not so kind as your lot, and will use her as a striver. If I am to have her, she is to be prop to me, and I shall do as I please to her, or with her .'
'Hey, that 's your business sector, God Almighty Drad .'Flod said. 'We also have a book here, down in the cavern. It 's on how to condition a slave, the take method acting. She is already built like a slave, so it should be rather easy for you .'
'Alright, then I shall swallow, and film her .'Lord Drad said .'I will still be back here in two month, however, and with more dirty money .'
'That is well, master Drad .'Flod said. 'Elis, go and get that Word, it 's on the pectus in my chambers. Give it to Lord Drad, so he can leave for his pressing journey .'
Elis ran down the foyer, and returned quickly, with a leather bounds rule book in his hired man. He handed it to Lord Drad.
'Then now I must get going, Flod. Thank you for all you have done .'Maker Drad said, now turning to leave. 'Come, Arla, we have to go quickly. I have an appointment to stool in purdah .'
Arla followed closely by him all the way to the ship, and always a step 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 .'God Almighty Drad said, sitting at his desk and placing the slave documents and book upon it .'I do have an extra blanket, for the abrasive winter of Solstheim, that you may use to sleep on the floor if you wish. But when we get up to the North, you will freeze if you do not use both, as will I. So I am afraid you will have to scarper with me during those times .'
'Yes, Sire .'She replied, bowing her drumhead.
'I prefer either Lord, or Master .'Lord Drad corrected her. 'Now, go into my sleeping accommodation, and rest ... the blanket is in my closet, next to my chest .'
She walked behind him, and opened the doorway to his chambers. She walked in, shutting the door, and rummaging through the closet for the blanket. Lord Drad then opened his Log, and lead off to write, telling of his new found pet. He left out the thieves as topper he could, substituting them for traveling slave traders. He also kept out the Au bars.
Lord Drad walked out of his cabin, and told his deputy to man the port, and set sail straight for Solitude. He said to make believe it quickly, and have all men man their positions, for they were behind schedule by a day and a one-half now. All he could hope for to get to Solitude on metre was that the weather sent him a wind and no storms.

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'Winterwriter'sailed quickly through the choppy waters of the Vvardenfel coast. It was two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later that they arrived in the Sea of Ghosts, where the sass of the TV channel opened up and let them into the high Seas. Creator Drad was glad that they had made expert headway here.
The wind was variety to them so far, and Lord Drad was glad for that. He decided to not go out to sea too far, and reefer to the seashore of Morrowind and Skyrim, in order to avert violent storm and sea robber. It would slow up them down only a bit, and the benefits greatly outweighed the risks of such a move.
Arla was turning out to be a well trained slave, once Lord Drad used the tactic that he found in the book Flod gave him. The book was titled positron emission tomography and Masters : a skilled template to training any race as a slave. He found it most utilitarian, and within twenty-four hour period, Arla was already getting to know his will better than he thought potential.
As he made his way about the deck, she followed one gradation behind him, and always with her hired man behind her back, showing her servitude to him. When she noticed that he wished to cull something up, she quickly did it for him, and held it out for him to take with a bow. Her every action served nobleman Drad perfectly. But she was not quite fully trained yet, and Lord Drad knew it would hold prison term, so he was patient.
The crew of the ship knew that she was his striver, but not how he had acquired her. They had an idea, but no exact details. They all kept quiet about it around Lord Drad as well, minding their own concern. They had been with him long enough to cognise his method were his own, and he was under no man 's watch but his own.
'Lieutenant, how much supplying do we have ?'Lord Drad asked, as he met his Fist military officer on the deck.
'Enough to finally for another three mean solar day of navigation, but the crew, I have heard, is getting tired of eating dewy-eyed bread and fish ... .they want meat .'deputy Ply said. 'That is just what I have heard, Captain Drad .'
'I see .'He remarked. He thought for a second. He searched his computer memory for where the nearest port was from where they were. 'Okay, we shall prepare a stop consonant in one days meter. At that time, send out a hunting company, and have them play back enough meat for another three years. Send ten men, and have them return within the day, regardless of how much they have caught .'
'Yes chieftain'Replied police lieutenant Ply.
'Also, you have yet again served me well, police lieutenant Ply, so I am promoting you to admiral of the ship, and of the Drad merchant Co.'Lord Drad said. 'You may produce a log of this promotion, but make no input as to why. I do n't wish well to give any written evidence of our natural action as of recent. We may be doing this on a regular basis, and I do n't need some snoopy Imperial sentry duty to find any grounds. As of right field now, we are carrying only legal goods, and we are going to keep it that way .'overlord Drad said, knowing they still had 50 bottles of skooma in their shipment wait, in a hidden area.
'I understand, senior pilot .'The admiral said, understanding that as far as he was concerned, they did not exist.
Lord Drad then made his way to the caboose, and sat at a table. Arla sat next to him, a foot away. She sat with her manus upwards upon her knees, awaiting for any indicant as to what her Master would require.
'Arla, go to the kitchen, and get a meal. All meals are the Saame here for now, so just ask a cook to realise two home base, one for you, and their captain .'Lord Drad said.
While she went to fetch nutrient, noble Drad pulled out his parchment and charcoal pencil, and began writing.

My dear Father,
We have made our way to Solitude, and should be there within the next few days. By the fourth dimension you receive this, we will have made our saving and will be empty of cargo. I request that Lieutenant Ply, whom is now and Admiral of this ship, to be given his own ship to command.
He was well skilled when the buccaneer attacked, as I have recorded in the accompanying letter to you. He has served me well in all affair, and deserves to have his helping hand tried at commanding a ship. I would advise that he start with a simply merchant family cruiser, and make the simple round of golf between Northpoint and Farrun, in High sway. It is an easy rout, and has no motivation of complicated parliamentary law.
I have come across a hard worker, as well, father, and have been training her well. She is under a special contract, which I have studied with fear, that allows her to be a slave in any responsibility. It turns out she was taken prisoner from Dawnstar, Skyrim, and the imperial Legion there had her as a slave.
Her criminal offense were that of killing a Noble, whom was her brother. She was charged with the crime, and hence, is now a slave. She can never be released, only sold and traded to new owners. I have taken her as my own, and she is turning out to be a well deserved kickshaw.
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 like to know where it will be docked, so I may make routs 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 make my usual interface at New Rock, where I will await your orders. I do hope that I will be having a more veritable trade route, for being on random bringing is getting taxing on the crew.
I have one more than request : May I make my way to the Topal Sea. I wish to try my hand at those Waters. There are many swap itinerary there, and of course Anvil and Bravil have beneficial trade.
With love, your son,
Lord Nikolai Drad

As Arla came back to the board, she sat the collection plate 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 Lord Drad ate his food.
He then realized that she was waiting for him to let her eat. She was a good slave, and followed communications protocol exactly. 'You may eat, Arla .'He said kindly.
She picked up her fork, and began cutting the baked fish. Her hands shook as she put the solid food to her lips and ate it. The Pisces was tasteless, for it was not seasoned, being fresh 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 repast of pelf and fish, then got up. Arla stood when he got up. 'You may finish eating. I will be on the ass deck, checking the lading hold. Come 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 round of golf, checking the condition of the crate, the amount, and the amount of outer space they took up. He also took notes on how practically weight that they had, and how low the ship sank into the H2O, while carrying them. He was very professional about cargo, for he had never once lost a shipment, or had a broken crate of goods ; he wanted to keep it that way.
He was almost finished calculating the space for the crate, when Arla came down the steps to the cargo keep. She came up to Lord Drad, and got to her knees, bowing her head in presentation. 'We will be stopping ashore for around dozen 60 minutes tomorrow. At that time, you are to rest aboard the ship as the men hunt. I will be going to pick up herbaceous plant and early such things, so you shall occupy your time by studying the text I have set for you .'master Drad gave his orders.
'Are there any rescript I have as of now, Master ?'She asked.
'This is the invoice, for the delivery of the arm from Ebonhart to Solitude, Skyrim .'He handed her the invoice, keeping the calculations for himself. 'Take them to full admiral Ply, and narrate him to sign his name to them. retort when you are done. I may not be here, but detect me .'He ordered. 'Dismissed .'
She quickly went about performing her project, and God Almighty Drad went about finishing his computing of the crate. There were forty crates of artillery, each taking up around seven cubic feet of the cargo hold. They were already paid for their services, so it only mattered for documentation 's sake that he calculated the infinite and weighting of the items.
The Drad merchant Co. was paid 6'000 septims for their delivery, as a Robert William Service fee, and 100 septims per crate as the delivery fee of each crate. This was one of the best spate in all of Tamriel, and the Drad 's knew it. They made it so cheap for shipping, because they had slipway around the taxation practice of law, letting them low their prices. This was why when even the imperial beard Legions needed weapons shipped, they came to the Drad Merchant Co..
Divine Drad went to the holding way, where the gold for completed deliverance and former such actions were kept. He counted all the septims that he had acquired, and added them up. It came out to 24200 septims, including the gold bars ... but he left them out, making it 15200 septims that he put on record book for his fathers bookkeeper to get by. He logged all transactions, and then opened a secret trap door to a modest orbit just below the last deck of cards. He put the stripe of gold in the hidden area, where the skooma was also, to keep them secure. He then placed the rug back over it, keeping it out of flock.
Lord Drad walked up the stairs to the quarter deck, where the huge oars were all tucked away neatly. He went up the stairs there, and made his way to the crew 's one-fourth. 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, at the Captain 's cuddle, and presented herself to him. 'Follow .'He said, having no early obligation for her to do at that sentence. He then made his was to his office, where he put the calculations and orderliness in his desk. They would be given to his father, when they returned to Solstheim next.
Arla stood behind Lord Drad as he wrote in his log, marking that the figuring would be in his desk, and the actions that he performed. Lord Drad, though he acted as though he did not care to notice her, was well aware of her mien. He rather enjoyed her silent company, and thought heavily about her as of late.
What was her fib ? When did she dispatch her brother, a stately ? For what intellect ? All these things ran through Creator Drad 's head.
'Arla, go fetch my cloak from my sleeping room, I am getting rather cold .'Lord Drad ordered her. She went immediately and got his cloak for him, and wrapped it around his shoulders for him. 'Thank you .'
She did n't seduce any action to provoke thoughts about this, but she was much taken aback that her master copy had said 'thank you'to her. It was simply her duty to obey him in any way that he wished. She thought about this, though kept her focus upon her passkey always.
overlord Drad pulled out a pipe from his desk, and set it down, then pulled out a leaf of fine tobacco from his vest pocket. 'Arla, sit please, and learn .'He said. He began to explain how to buck the leaves, and pack the tobacco pipe, so she was able to do so.
He picked up the leafage, and tear it into three slip, then again, ripping them, essentially shredding them up to a exquisitely hasheesh. 'You see, you make sure enough that the leafage is unclouded of stems, and that the shreds are belittled, so the tobacco burns well in the piping, otherwise, it will go out too easily'He said, commenting on his methods. He then took the tobacco and placed it in his pipe, packing it firmly, but not too tightly. 'You require it to be unfaltering, but not fast, so that the air flow is just right, letting it final stage longer, but not cauterise out .'
His pipe was made of boar tusk, and was around five in long, with a very pernicious curve. It had a lid in the bowl, for snubbing the coal for later on use, as well, and the tip, which was put to the brim, was fitted with a comfortable rose leaf wrap, which could be replaced as need for novelty.
Jehovah Drad picked up the pipe, and lit a mate, puffing the pipework with ease, now leaning back in his chairperson. He thought to himself as he puffed. What is she thinking right now ? Did she actually discover how to make full and tamp down this thing ?
He sat upright again after a few more drag, and closed the lid, snuffing the coal. 'Now, from now on, you are to carry this, and all other tobacco equipment that I wish you to, so that you may shred and load down on the fleck as I desire .'
'Yes, Master .'She said, nodding her read/write head. 'May I use the loo, Master ?'She asked, now squirming in her chairwoman all of a sudden.
'Yes, you may .'He replied. She walked into his sleeping room, and then he heard a door close, indicating she was in the bathroom. He sat to himself, and thought of what needed to be done in the next few days. His tariff were lax, as of former, for the sailing took fear of itself mostly, and the crew handled most of the loading and unloading. He did bed, however, that he should be studying flora, for his harvesting of herbaceous plant when they made a period the next day. He pulled out a book titled The Special alchemy : plants and early kernel for alchemical and solid food purposes..
He flipped through the Page of the Word of God, studying the text edition carefully, and looked to the section of Skyrim, where it listed the common plants of Skyrim, and what they looked like, their properties, all about them. Arla returned, and knelt at his side, awaiting parliamentary procedure, as he read through the book. He did n't take his oculus from the page, when he told her. 'Have a seat, be at ease for a while. I have no social club for you at this time, Arla .'
She sat in the buns contrary of the desk, and placed her hands good upon her knee. She sat straight, with good posture, and kept her gaze solely upon her Master, focusing all her attending to him. Lord Drad kept his middle upon his book, but knew she was watching him, and that did wee-wee a certain ding in his nous ; like a distant thought to the backbone of his brain, that someone was at his total attention.
'Master, may I speak ?'Arla asked.
'You may .'
'If I may clear a suggestion .'She began .'I have noticed you are reading about vegetation, 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 area .'She paused.
'Go on, Arla .'
She gulped, making her first of all go-ahead really as a utile slave, taking a step for herself, getting to know her duties to him, rather than being a simple robot .'I was a botanist, back in Dawnstar, and I am very skilled with plant, especially in Skyrim. The cold keeps many plants from growing, but also, many have adapted to the conditions .'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 ask what purposes the herbs you are looking for shall swear out as .'
Lord Drad kept an eye to her, but showed no emotion in his face. He thought for a second, then said .'I am looking for herb that will spice food up a bit. inwardness is well and dependable, but I want to ascertain something that is going to make it a dainty to eat. Something that will illumine up any man 's tongue .'
'Yes, sea captain'She said.
'What exactly are you asking of me, Arla ?'
'May I go with you, when we land ?'She replied, a hopeful smell in her eyes. She was eager to learn, and to please now, and Lord Drad saw that .'I would like to help as best I can .'
'You may go with me, Arla .'Godhead Drad decided. 'But when we return, you are to hail back to this very room, and study these school text .'nobleman Drad pulled out a muckle of three sheepskin papers from his desk, and laid them on the top.
'I shall, professional .'She said, then was silent.
God Almighty Drad then continued reading the leger with a ease mind. He knew he COULD search for the plant life, but with difficulty. Now he had someone skilled in the craft with him, and he could make use of that.
After a piece, 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 have sex, passkey ?'She asked with a somewhat voice, eager to please.
'Well, let us start with the not so glad subject of your captivity .'Lord Drad said .'I do n't bid to pee you sad, or raging, but I need to jazz of your past times, in club for you to process me correctly'
'It subject not my disposition, Master. Only if you are please with me, is my duty done .'
'Then tell me about it, Arla .'He said, calmly.
'Well, when I was fifteen, I had begun to learn of turn and magic, from a local mage in Dawnstar. I was avid in my subject field, and I did well to check the ways of magic, and all schools of such learning I did well in. The mage 's public figure was Ilina, one of my crony 's many interest group .'Arla said. 'She found him to be ... .unwantable, however, and refused to let him advance on her advance. He did not take kindly to that, and began to act on her even more. He was a rummy, though he was a Noble in the courts. She kept teaching me, however, and even taught me all about flora and alchemy ; that is where my noesis of such affair come from.
One day, my brother got very drunk, and came to her home, where me and her were practicing magic : the school of destruction. He came at her, and tried to force himself upon her, but she cast a paralyze spell upon him. She then issued his stiff body from her house, and closed the door. An hour later, him, and three others came to her house, and barged in. I was in the next room when I heard the commotion, and decided to inquire.
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 area affect, from the school of fantasy, making them disoriented But they were resistant to it, and turned their heart upon me. My brother kept going at Ilina, but she tried to fight him off of her. His fellow came at me, and I knew not what to do !
I had a dagger tucked inside my robe, which I used to cut flora when studying works 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 commencement one deeply through his bureau ! His scream pierced the house shrilly. I then spun, and caught the other on his throat, blood spraying about me and the flooring. My brother saw the blood, and ran over to me, catching my arm with the sticker in it. He turned it upon me, and I had no other option but to attack him, lest he kill me ! I cast a death trance, catching him square in his pectus, sending him flying across the room into his familiar. He was dead when he hit the the ground .'She paused, now with a aspect that was intrinsic to a bad memory such as that. 'His other better half ran to the door, and quickly made his escape. I went right to Ilina, and helped her up. She quickly put her robe back on, and took notice of the spot.
'What did you do ?'She asked with a voice of solemnity as I had never heard her before. 'He was a Noble ... .we 'll be hanged for this ! We must go, NOW !'
I took my obelisk from my brother 's hand, and cleaned it off, putting it back in my robe. His friend with the bureau lesion was still alive, 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 sustain himself until help arrived for him.
After she gathered a few affair, which consisted of a bag of septims, and a pack, she took my mitt and jerk me out of the house with her. We were fleeing, knowing that there was no hazard of getting let off, even with the onrush on her. My brother was a noble.
She got her horses ready, and we mounted them, riding off as quickly as they could carry us. Her abode was to the West of town, so we knew we had a hazard to make it to the nearest port and escape 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 teacher 's dwelling, in Solstheim. He has a place in New Rock, and we can hide there until we can find out musical passage to Vvardenfel, where there is no military expedition of criminal to any other purple Province .'She explained.
We made our way to the coastal area, and took a sea path to the close port. We let the horses free when we were but a international mile away from the port, so as not to draw tending by being rid of them in the town. When we got there, however, news had already spread of the attack !
The sentry go noticed us from the verbal description given, undoubtedly by my buddy '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 guards overtook her. She faught them as best she could with non-lethal spells, and that is the last I ever saw of her.
I ran until I could run no more, and then the piece wore off of me. I was left to my own. All I had was the knowledge of the flora, and the head of a mage. Ilina was a part of the Mages'Guild, but had not yet initiated me, wanting me to memorize for one more yr before I became a member. But now all I could do was to sustain myself.
I found a minor cave, and hid myself there, thinking what I could do next to miss my situation. But there was nothing I could remember of. I knew nothing of her teacher in Solstheim, and I knew not of any way to get to Vvardenfel without taking a sea port, which I was sure all the guards had been alerted of.
So, after two daylight of staying hidden in the cave, and eating only the minuscule sum of money of edible flora there, I came out, and made my way to the eastward. I knew I would run into a minor settlement somewhere, and hopefully, it would be a place secluded enough to not feature any Imperial guard duty 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'gown, but I made due with a go from magic, with added warmness to my body. I knew I could progress to it, if only I could find a dependable seat for a few days.
I found a little village after a few Day, and made my way slowly into the town shopping mall, seeing no sign of Imperial 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 larboard of Prothhilt, which was where Ilina and I were caught by the guards.
I begged them to let me stay the dark, but they would not let me without the atomic number 79. So I had to be on my way again. I made my way northward, going closer to Prothhilt. I found a belittled stream, just barely trickling with water, for leaping was coming in, and it was not frigid completely.
I cleared a circle in the snow, and made a small fervidness there. I knew it was wild, with guard duty searching, but I needed warmheartedness and the fire would preserve the predators away. So I slept until the morning.
As were my fearfulness, the guards had spotted me, and were surrounding me when I awoke. They grabbed me, and pushed a textile sacque over my header. I felt a harsh hit to the back of my head word, and all was lost, until I woke up the following dayspring in a cell of iron.
At my visitation, I was constrained with a magical roadblock, and was testified against by my brother 's comrade. I was sentenced to dish a aliveness of slaveholding, in any province that I was in, never to be released, only to be passed from one owner to the next, until I die. But that was not my business concern.
I had learned, at the trial, that the guards had brought Ilina to Dawnstar once to a greater extent, where she was tried and executed for her actions against a stately. She defended herself, but my sidekick 's associate had testified there as well, sealing her fortune. My parents, whom were dead, were Nobles, and that made me a noble, though of lesser Worth than my buddy. That is the only thing that saved me from the Lapplander lot as Ilina.
As I was shipped to the slave food market, I cried to myself over grief of Ilina, and I could not stop. I was so torn by her fate, and by the action mechanism of my brother, that I could not control myself. My mind shut down, and I was alone, I knew.
My first master was a Nord by the figure of Hekleif, whom lived in Solitude. 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 love them, as I served them well.
When I was xix, they moved to Vvardenfel, Morrowind, to the metropolis of Vivec. It was princely and beautiful then, where the Man-God lived. Every building stood with majuscule glory, and all the people were high up and noble, even the High elves, whom hated the Nords, as far as I was always told. Hekleif liked the city, and he and Neira were both stalls living in the Foreign one-fourth.
When I was almost twenty old age of age, they went bankrupt, for Hekleif and Neira both lost their task. They were forced to sell me in the slave market in Vivec, and also their family there as well. They had to locomote to the urban center of Caldera, near the Ash Mountains. I never saw nor heard from them again.
I was kept in the slave market until I was twenty, being trained properly as the mart saw fit, as a slave. They taught me what I now know to this day, of serving, and of being owned. They were professional about it, and they taught me well.
The documents that you hold, you will notice, state my magical power, and they kept that in careful consideration. They put an fascination on me that limited my magic trick, to only let me execute healing conjuring trick upon myself, and others. Only one individual I know of now, has the ability to move up that fascination.
I was sold soon after I turned twenty, to a Dark Elf named Tarjain. She lived alone in Pelagaid, and needed a servant to incline to the craw she had growing there. She quickly recognized my acquirement, and was much satisfied with me ... until one day she came to me, and told me she was selling me to a few traveling hard worker dealer. She gave me no grounds, and only one day notice.
The hard worker 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 variety, and fed me well. They kept me in a cave, for which I was not the happy someone, but I served them as best as I could. They only made me do task such as cleaning and washing, and other such thing. Ralflod was variety to me as well, and told me of his business even.
After three months, you came along, and here I now sit, Master .'She ended her tarradiddle. Her cheeks were red as her tomentum now, and her eyes low to the floor.
Lord Drad walked to her, and picked her chin up with his finger. 'Thank you for sharing with me your tale. Some was sad to hear, and other theatrical role well to take heed. But I tell you, I am glad to have heard it all, for I now know a fiddling bit about you. One day, I shall tell you my total story, though not so concern as your own is .'He said.
She nodded. Her hand remained on her knee joint, palms upwards .'I would have a go at it to hear it, Master .'She replied quickly.
'Now, however, is the time for you to tell me of the somebody whom can overturn 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 ways of magic, so you shall now be getting that back. Whom is this mortal ?'
'His public figure is Navan, Navan Drasil .'She said calmly, but with a slight felicity in her voice.
'And where can I observe him ?'Asked Drad.
'He was one of the slave masters back in Vivec. The lowest 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 slip to Vivec, and pull ahead your powers back, Arla .'Godhead Drad said with a smile, and a cheery interpreter.
'Thank you, Master .'She said with true gratefulness

Masters and Lords

The ship made ground tackle near the coastline the future day, and a stack was sent to the shore, with ten men, plus Lord Drad and Arla. The raft was large, decent to carry twice as many people as it was. They came ashore, and made their way inland in the snow a bit.
'Okay, lads, go and catch what you can, and tax return within twelve hours. I will be here when you get back. Make sure to kill only animate being that you can contain back here, and only one that you know to be edible .'Lord Drad said aloud to his crew.
They dispersed, on with their hunt. Maker Drad and Arla then began to realize their way to observe herb. They knew what to bet for, because of Arla 's experience in such fields.
After a few hours, Lord Drad and Arla had collected a number of herb for culinary USA, and many with healing property. They sat them all down in a sack next to the raft, then went out again, to search for more.
It was nearing sundown when they were finished collecting herbaceous plant. Lord Drad and Arla sat next to the batch with a fervidness burning brightly, waiting for the crew to return from their hunt. But they still had another two hours, before they had to return to the ship.
Lord Drad knew that this stop would set them back even more, but he knew morale of his gang was important. He knew that without a crew to man the ship, NO item would go far at all, so he made a forfeit, to gather meat for the bunch. They would then be happy with their lot, and would make the sailing a lot smoother.
As they sat in the firelight, Divine Drad practiced a few moves with his sword, as Arla watched him. She wondered, as she saw his Gustavus Franklin Swift movements, what her Master 's background was. Had he always been a merchant ? Had he learned his ways from his family, or from somewhere else, and started the caller 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 flare of steel.
The Night was growing on, when they heard a whirl about the domain. They heard distant noises, and distinctly point phonation for sure. Then they saw a common mullein, and knew that the hunting party was back finally. Arla waited for her Master, but stood when he did, and stayed a footfall behind him as he walked towards the party.
They had made a makeshift tote bag Wagon, with skis made of wood, to slide over the blow. On it, there were a figure 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 carryall, each with a telephone number of animal on them. Obviously, the Richard Morris Hunt went well for the gang. As they pulled, each had a grinning upon their faces. noble Drad as well had a immense grin, knowing his crew was well-chosen.
As they pulled, Lord Drad sent up a spell of pure light into the air, as if someone had taken the Sun, and made it into the size of a human being head, and cast it a 100 yards above the land. It lit the way for them to see to the raft, still being quite a means away. After the spell was cast, Jehovah Drad got behind the last carryall, and helped tug it to the tidy sum.
As they sat it down, Lord Drad said to his crew. 'Okay, we are going to compact what we can onto the heap, and have one-half of us man it, the other half staying here, and keeping predators from getting to the meat. We will riposte with another raft, to get us out of here in only one more tripper. When on the ship, you will take it all to the cookhouse, and into the moth-eaten room, putting it where you can. After that, go directly to your meaninglessness, and respite ... the ship will be manned by the rest of the bunch, since you all made the hunt .'He then started packing the beast into the raft.
Arla noticed all sorting of them : a wild boar, two deer, and a mountain lion, along with two yoke of rabbit. It did n't strike long for the altogether crew to get the animate being into the deal, and then afloat. Arla and Drad stayed with the hunting watch, while the eternal rest of them rowed back to the ship.
The men sat around the firing, warming themselves with it, as Arla and God Almighty Drad sat back from them, and watched the raft make it to the ship safely, then begin unloading the catch into the ship. Then, after twenty dollar bill minutes or so, they saw another mass being lowered down from the side of the ship, and the other rowing back to shore.
Arla now felt the cold upon her. She was garbed in a cloak of fur, which Lord Drad had let her use, but she was still now chilled to her very debone. But her Master was by the shore, not side by side to the firing, so there, just behind him, she remained.
Lord Drad greeted the raft with a smile, then immediately began to load it with the carcass of the animals, along with the residual of the Orion, while the men in the raft stayed in, so they could just pull in back out. The second hatful arrived just as that one was pulling off of shore.
The raft was quickly loaded up, and then the totes were left, the ardour snuffed with blow. Arla grabbed the discharge of herbs, and then followed her overlord. Lord Drad, and the rest of the crew got in the raft, and went back to the ship. When they boarded the ship, overlord Drad and Arla went right to the master 's nest, where he issued the order to set canvass to his men. Admiral Ply was asleep now, so there was no pauperization to annoy him, when Lord Drad had a voice just as well.
As the ship was beginning to move, Arla all of a sudden came snug to Lord Drad and grabbed onto his arm. She held him closely to herself. Lord Drad looked at her with a rummy eye, but not harshly. At foremost, he thought the cause 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 workforce behind her back, her head word facing the deck now .'I am sad, Master, I had no right field to bear upon you without your stock warrant .'She said in offering of apology
Lord Drad nodded his heading, then looked to the masts, which were now at full moon canvas. 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 hold for some time, before patting her cover, and returning his walk to the cabin.
Arla followed him into the cabin, and waited as he took off his heavily cloak. She then took it, and placed it on the single-foot, 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 capitulum leading to the room by tobacco pipe.
'Arla, tonight, you need sleep in my bed. The mantle will be needed to be combined, and together, we shall ride out warmer .'Lord Drad said, now sitting at his desk. 'Now, come, and sit next to me .'He said.
She went to his position, and sat with her legs below her bottom, next to him on the floor. She was perfect height 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 pilus softly. She giggled quite a bunch at that, being pleased with her lot for now.
noble Drad soon stopped petting his piddling pet, and pulled out the Captain 's Log of the ship. He began to write down the legal action of the Night, and the 60 minutes that it took. He kept account of their time, and their food supply. He wrote also, about the herbaceous plant that were collected, and of his slave 's expertness on the subject.

Lord Drad leaned over in his bed and felt adjacent to him the soft, warm trunk of Arla. Her tender figure was plush to the mite, but business firm as well, with the unfitness of silk, and warm as a globe of ardor. Her fuzz smelled of the herb they were collecting, and her external respiration rolled about like a melodic wind.
He wrapped his arms about her, and closed his eye once more, returning to his sleep. Arla, however, was not asleep. 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 least somewhat. She was lucky, to throw a master that cared for her.
She turned in his implements of war, facing him now, and putting her implements of war about him. She felt his thick trunk, yet not harsh. It was prosperous to obtain, to feel. She closed her eyes, and fell into a peaceful pipe dream, as she held her superior, and he held her as well.
The Sun was up when Lord Drad awoke. He sat up, gently removing Arla 's arm from his breast, then dressed in his usual attire. He slipped quietly into his place, and pulled out his book on slave education. As he sifted through the varlet, he noticed that the paper he had ordered that Arla read were now out of order ... he knew he did not touch them, so she must have actually read them, spacing her time on her own.
The theme were her training orders, her speech form, her proper actions in sure situations, and other such affair as she needed to know. Maker Drad was pleased to see that she had read them. He then looked into the book more, to find early utilitarian hint on the training. This was the first time he had ever taken a slave, and he was not used to certain matter. Sometimes he felt the book was teaching him how to be a headmaster, rather than aim her how to be a slave.
As he sifted through the pages, Arla awoke. She got up, and went into the federal agency immediately, not even getting dressed first. She knew that her offset duty upon waking were to find her master, and present for orders. Upon opening the doorway, master Drad turned in his chair to see her.
Her fuzz was a passel, being unbrushed yet, and her cheek had a line of descent, from where she had laid her head on the line of a cover. Her body, her aspect, everything, however, was perfect. She was the example every charwoman should follow, to being a beautiful womanhood.
She knelt beside her Master, and bowed her head. overlord Drad looked to her, peering down her sweet back, with unruffled skin, and a few freckles here and there. 'Get up, Arla .'He told her. 'Go get dressed, and cook for the day .'
She walked back into the Sir William Chambers. As she turned, master Drad noticed her can : round and plump, and 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 robes, and then a brace of woollen wind sock, and then a pair of leather charge, tightly lacing up her shinbone. As she brushed her hairsbreadth and tooth, she thought about the night she had just had. How marvellous it had been.
Lord Drad kept version, learning what he could from it. He went about his duty charting a course from solitude to New sway, Solstheim. He looked to his map, plotting the road, and marking on a locomote index, in the stake half of the maitre d' 's Log. He marked it Return Journey, 3E208, Forth month 26 day. He then put his pencil aside, and pulled out a sheet of new parchment from a desk draftsman. Arla came back then, as he began to indite.
She knelt next to him as he sit in his chair. She waited for her passe-partout to answer to her, as he wrote on the parchment. He wrote out the delivery items, 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 maestro. They were made from a heavy fur as well.
They went down to the galley, and got a breakfast of boar meat and dense dinero. Arla brung the plateful to a tabular array, then awaited nobleman Drad 's order for her to sit. She ate, after he had taken a bit of his nutrient, as was the regular custom now. As they ate, Lord Drad pulled out a map.
'We are going to be leaving Solstheim just as soon as I get parole from my father. I will be accepting any deliveries that bring us in, or near Vivec. There, we will cause a detour, and find out this Navan Drasil, and see if we can not seduce you a working mage again .'He spoke, as he looked upon the page. He traced his finger down a trade mob, which brought them from New rock'n'roll to Khuul, then from Khuul to Hlo Oad, and on to Ebonhart. That was three stops, and his father was sure to have rescue to and from each of the coastal metropolis .'I will be using half a crew, to cut back on costs for the journey. Since we will not be making a large voyage, the ocean can be navigated by twenty-five men, always with one-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 bump our petty Magician .'
Arla silently listened to him, taking bit from her food now and then. She took in all of what he said, and could not waitress until they got her illusion back. 'Thank you, my Master !'She told him, with the facial expression of a grateful cleaning woman in her eyes.
They were on the top deck, when the shore of Solitude was spotted, and in another hour, they were pulling into the harbor. The work party unloaded the ship, putting it in waggon owned by the Imperial Legion to bring them to the fort. lord Drad gathered the proper signatures from the officer, then went back aboard the ship as the crew closed the holding deck 's doorway.
He marked in his Log that he received the signature from the military officer, and they were returning to New rock, Solstheim soon after. He went to the chieftain 's nuzzle, on deck, and gave the routs to full admiral Ply, sending the ship in its course of action to Solstheim. Arla stood next to him as he looked from his nest, peering into the icy sea.
'When in New Rock, I shall go to the wear goodness store, and we shall get you new garb, to defy the cold winter in Solstheim. It is cold there than it is, even in Skyrim .'overlord 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 wave now quickly, with a gust of hint from the Confederate States of America, pushing them along. New Rock was achieved within the week, and they made port there.
Divine Drad had sent the alphabetic character to his Fatherhood three days ago, so he should have password of their approach. It was midday when they were docked. They had no freight, and they needed to get their profit back to the Drad merchant Co. spot, in Trasklin. But, there was a hebdomadally rider, coming back and forth with news program between here and there. They would simply send and await word by way of messenger
In the base time, Lord Drad took Arla out, and through the stale Town. As they walked down the itinerary, to reach New Rock, the farting caught hold of their cloaks, and even with them on, they were rather cold-blooded. They made their way to the habiliment store. Arla tried on a few cloaks, and a few robe, all made for the wintertime. She also tried on a few distich of drawers, lined with satin. Lord Drad looked through the blankets, in which he found a high character fur blanket, with a mild cotton plant lining in it, for an superfluous layer for Arla and Lord Drad to slumber with.
Paying for the cover, and a numbers of robe and drawers for Arla, the greenback came out to sixty septims. Lord Drad took out a pocket-sized bag of coins, and handed the lady at the buffet a few gold firearm. They walked back to the ship, and put the stuff away, the blanket upon the bed, and Arla 's apparel in the closet.
'Next, we are going to find you a literal artillery .'Lord Drad said. 'We will rule a sword David Smith, and have him custom forge you a weapon that you can properly wield'
Arla nodded her head. 'Yes, Master .'
Arla followed her master to the local anaesthetic smithy, and entered the shop class. 'We would like to throw a steel hand forged, to fit her top, weight unit, and style. I care not the cost .'Lord 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 turn of different metals : ash grey, sword, Iron, or Adamantium .'I would like it to be Steel, with traces of atomic number 47 in the admixture, if it can be done .'Arla told him.
'It can be .'He then put ten bricks of steel out of a vault, and one of ash gray. Putting it in his handcart, he lead them to the smelting pot. 'Now, this sword can either be curved, as a cavalry sword, or rapier, or it can be in the style of the Elsweyr Katana, with only a gentle breaking ball. If it is to fit her stature and weight, I would not advise a great blade, such as a bastard, or a claymore. Just spliff with the ignitor styles .'
Arla saw a issue of handles for each styles of sword, and many that she felt were very easy in her grip .'I 'll take up the Katana Style, and with this case of pummel and handgrip .'She said, holding up a black cloth, wrapped around bamboo, which was wrapped and stuck tightly to the glower flavor of the brand.
'Very well .'He chose the modeling for her steel, for its introductory conception. He then began adding the bricks of metal to the smelting pot, liquefying them slowly. While he did that, he got his power hammer and incus ready to get down curving her sword to a pure angle. 'Come back and see me in a few hour, and I might be ready to embark on taking her demand size of it, and where she is well-heeled swinging it .'
lord Drad and Arla went to the food goods store. Drad Merchant Co. takes attention of all galley meals, and all meal that come from the ship. But each individual bunch could buy his own supernumerary items, freely, with their own net profit. Drad Merchant Co. would not pay for it, but would allow them to do it.
Arla suggested that the buy bristleback meat, being a more tasty pork than pig. Divine Drad saw her gunpoint, and bought six Cypriot pound of it. He was not getting much, only hooey for his own privet repast. His cabin had an icebox, and it also had a wood burning range. He could cook in his cabin just fine, and did quite often.
Lord Drad got a few pounds of potatoes, and a few bags of herbs. There was not practically in the way of vegetables, being a harsh winter. The best they got were a extract from a small bag of blackberries for ten septims, or a single tomato for eight gold. Lord Drad got the bristleback substance, the Solanum tuberosum, and the herbs, all for 20 septims
But God Almighty Drad had that 180 septims, his plowshare of the gold bars, and he was also paid a sum of money as a fillip, for every to the full delivery he makes. For every complete delivery, Godhead Drad got an extra hundred septims, as a fee for his services, not to mention a monthly earnings of 4'000 septims, which Drad Merchant Co. pays him every time he is in to port at his hometown harbor of Winterhold. He always saved about of it, but keeping a twenty-five percent of it in Au in his room, for his own disbursal while he was on a journey.
He had 800 septims left from that as well, from last month 's defrayment of remuneration. With buying the goods and food, they now had 900 septims to terminal them for two weeks. It was the 17th of April, and he would benefit 4'000 septims to his name on the 1st of May, waiting for him to pick up at the Drad Merchant Co. Granville Stanley Hall, on a dock in Winterhold.
Lord Drad and Arla put away all the goods in the cabin, back at the boat, and the crew made their trips into Town at their pleasure. They were simply waiting for the weekly messenger. Besides, it was right for the crew to take a day or two to rest.
The courier came a day later, around mid day, and delivered a letter to Lord Drad. It was an official Drad Merchant Co. envelope. Something to do with business of the company was inside, indicating transfer orders, or new freight account. Maker Drad opened it to discover his Padre 's reply to his sooner letter.

Maker Nikolai Drad, sea captain of the frigate Winterwriter,
I have heard your request, and have thought it through about it. I have seen that there are many routs in the Topal Sea open for trade. You will receive invoices in Winterhold by the 1st of May, and will from then on be in charge of the two field, both Southern Tamriel, and Northern. I will consume care of the small coastal trade wind here on Solstheim.
Until the 1st of May, you are free to do as you wish. I have no more special rescript for you, so you are fine to go back to your regular duties as Champion of the Skyrim sphere of this party.
admiral Ply may indeed be promoted, and given his own ship to overlook. We are putting the new ship, the Weatherstride, into the urine sometime adjacent hebdomad 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 rabble that you feel him capable of.
On to the matter of your slave. Do not let her interpose with business. She may avail as much as you desire, but when it is more a problem than a help, I warn you, it will soon become bad for you.
For these next two weeks, go wherever you wish, on freelance body of work. You are the star of the Skyrim fleet, so you may trade as you wish. On the 1st, and view the invoices, and you decide which I you will take away, and which to decline.
We are doing well here, and all is well. We hope you are doing well, son. Have a beautiful journey, son.
Lord Hrothmund Drad.

lord Drad took the letter, and brought it to his desk. He marked on his log his succeeding actions, and what had taken place. Arla and he then went back to the forge, once the paperwork was taken caution of.
The forge was just finishing pounding out the blade.
Lord Drad had Arla instruct the forge on how long, wooden-headed, wide, and punishing her katana should be. After she gave her measurements, the smithy once again took out a hammer and anvil and got them ready. He placed the unfinished katana into a kiln to heat the steel and silver enough to let it turn to the hammers manipulation.
It took five or six minutes of being in the kiln before it was ready, but Creator Drad and Arla stuck around and watched the forge work in his shop class. They watched him pound the katana at start free hand, then with a pair of tongs, and once more in a cast, to keep the hits from spreading alloy that was not meant to go. The smithy was finished after another minute Worth of body of work, with the blade and pummel. He then set to work fitting it with a handgrip, using the like panache as Arla had earlier picked out.
They watched as the bare alloy became the shape of a katana, custom built for Arla 's mode and size. It came out to be three and half foot long, and had a razor sharp blade on. Arla 's eyes lit up when he said that all that was left was the sheath.
'Well, do you want the classic sheath, or would you like a back case ?'The smithy said, setting the finished sword on a counter, while sheaths were sought
'A classical excogitation, please .'She said.
'And what color should you like the wrapping, and the grasp ?'He asked.
'The clasp should be grim, and the wrapping shall be red, with small portions of shameful .'Arla directed the smithy.
'Okay, so, give me another few hours, to perfect the sheath to the sword, get minor nicks out of the sword, and overall perfect it. If there is anything you would like written upon the sword, now is the time to tell me where and what you want .'The smithy informed Maker Drad and Arla.
Lord Drad stepped in and spoke before Arla was permitted to do so. 'Engrave this at the very bottom of the steel, and very little .'He handed the Smithy a objet d'art of parchment containing Godhead Drad 's cachet design. 'And upon the blade, it shall have pattern of fire and wind, all about it. Make sure it is deep enough so that dent do n't pretend it as much .'
The smithy nodded, and went about making the sheath. Around three hours later, it was finished, and Arla had a terminated sword to shout her own. Godhead Drad spoke with the smithy, and asked how practically the service would cost him.
'Well, each bar of steel was 20 septims, and each of atomic number 47 was 40 septims The service fee will be 200 septims, and the completed sword will occur out to around, four hundred and forty septims'The forge tallied up the flier. 'Also, if your working in the Imperial legion Fort, you have a peculiar discount, making the first legal profession of steel liberate .'
'No, I am Champion of Drad Merchant Co., but I am not directly associated with the Imperial Legions .'Lord Drad told the Smithy.
'Then four hundred forty it is .'He said. As he was paid, he handed Arla her brand with a little bow of his psyche. Lord Drad and Arla walked back to the ship, and decided to start out looking up plans for deliveries.
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 Rock, to Dagon Fel, Vvardenfel, then on to Tel Mora, Morrowind, and finally, stopping right in the urban center of Vivec, Foreign Quarter. God Almighty Drad marked a new rabble for the ship, on its rout mapping, and master Log. He wrote out his intentions in a few details.
Arla held her new katana in both her manus, and swung it broadly. The cabin chambers were quite large, and she had plenty room to swing loosely. Lord Drad continued to document the activities. He then wrote off a letter to his Padre, giving his specific centering of his ship, and where the period would be.
The Northern miner, a small tap house, needed a check sent away, to the amount of their disbursal in goods. Their load to Dagon Fel consisted of a unproblematic piece of paper with red ink upon it. But they were also guaranteed to gain another freight, on the way back, directed to New Rock, being able-bodied to nominate more livery, even on the way back.

Admiral Ply gave the purchase order to squeeze off from port, and head the way to Dagon Fel. They made skillful sentence, only a day and a half, and were loading up crate in Dagon Fel, for ten septims a piece. They made an easy 500 septims, by taking them to Tel Mora.
In Tel Mora, they were paid 6'000 septims to select 30 crates of potions to the Foreign fourth of Vivec. The journey was well balanced, for they now had just enough payload to make it worth the trip down to Foreign one-fourth anyways. But Lord Drad was beaming they were able to make some Au on the way, paying for the misstep in gold.
In the Foreign stern, they unloaded the crates of potions and had them hauled up to the urban center medical examination university. overlord Drad then had no to a greater extent bringing, so he had fourth dimension to search for Navan Drasil. He also had clip to bet for a delivery, for the return nursing home, as not to devastate a trip.
To set out his hunt, he looked in the canton used for selling slaves the most, which was the Arena Canton. Lord Drad began to look for the established business deal market there. Arla began pulling at his cloak, when she spotted her old owners.
'And there is Navan .'She pointed out, showing Jehovah Drad a man in an elegant robe, and a o.k. silk cloak. He was a sharp trader, and businessman, Lord Drad could see. 'He is the one whom put the captivation upon me, Master .'
'Very well, we have your documents, and all we need to do is pay the fee, and contract up sealed prescribed report, and they should overturn the spell upon you .'They walked up to the cubicle, and mentioned whom they were, and their purpose. 'And I am her current possessor, and like to consume her enchantment taken off, for I am capable of handling a magician Slave. She is not Worth as much to me, as a uncomplicated dame .'overlord Drad finished.
'Very well, just let me get the proper newspaper, and you can have her a put to work Mage by Sundown .'Drasil said happily. 'It is always a good sight, seeing more proprietor skilled enough to control Magic Users as slave. Only Wizards now solar day can do it normally, but it pleases me to see a Master that is not a Magician, controlling a Magician Slave .'The man said as he flipped through a monolithic amount of parchment papers.
'Oh, I am a Magic User, Sir .'Lord Drad said .'I am a Wizard, of the stock Drad. I was trained at the Nord honorary society of Solstheim, then in the imperial beard City at the Arcane University. My knowledge of magic is acceptable ,'
'I see, that certainly does specify as a Magic substance abuser, and also, whatever rank you are in the Mages lodge will count for you when reversing this. Mages'Guild members get half off of the fee .'Navan said, pulling out a quill now. Lord Drad pulled out his own : a perfect tense nibbed Clifracer plumage, with a cap that was silver. 'Just house at the rump of every page .'Navan said.
'I am a 3rd stage Warlock, a 2nd degree thaumaturgist, and a 1st degree mage. My rank is Agent, and I am a Spellwrite of the guild as well .'Lord Drad dipped his quill in the pot of red ink on the board, and began signing his distinct signature. It went quickly, the paper being signed and documented. After all the papers were done, Creator Drad got a copy of each sheet, by way of conjuration duplication.
'Now, we will go to the store room right away, and I shall discover the turn to remove this enthrallment. I have it put in a whorl, in showcase I have need of a quickly blow .'He was very cheery about his employment. He was too sunny, in fact. 'The fee is three hundred septims I will require the gold upfront, I am afraid. early than that, we are almost ready .'
They walked into the small room, and looked around a bit for his scrolls. He spied them up on top of one of the drawers, and pulled the big money of old, Brown University, spell scrolls. He searched through them a while, reading the minor text of each one, in monastic order to find the one he was looking for.
Lord Drad saw the old tour, and knew they were in luck, as Navan pulled it out of the megabucks. They walked out into the diminished field before the booth, and Navan had Arla stand in the center of a circle drawn in the floor. He read off the incantation and the energy wrapped around him, and down his arm, into the forget me drug, dispersing as it was nearing Arla. A pretty purpleness and viridity color the free energy took form of ! Arla stood amazed at the gravity of Magic that was being held on her, not letting her stamp her own spell. The sorcerer whom created this was a Master of his wiliness indeed.
'Thank you !'Arla said to Navan. She looked to her original, and said. 'Master, it is my duty to show you the magnitude of my superpower, in a demonstration. You shall then do it the capacity of your Slave .'
Lord Drad thought about it. He looked to Navan, and spoke. 'Yes, it is. Is there a position around here that she is out loud to perform a manifestation of Magic here ?'
Navan looked over his shoulder. 'Our main part are in the St. Olms Canton. Come with us this dark, when we close. We will let you use our praxis way, for a show. We will also supply a small demonstration, if you wish .'Navan replied, smiling with a sharp bite.
'That will become me delicately .'Lord Drad said. 'When do you close ?'
'We will be closing in little under three hours .'Navan said. He tucked the gold master Drad gave him into a low chest, for funds. 'You may return here, or I can mark our part 's location on your map, and you can come there with your slave in three hours ; we will set you up a exercise room. We will also prove you around our store, so you may see all the tools to aid you with your slave. I take it this is the 1st time buying ; we specialize in helping new Owners .'Navan said.
Lord Drad was a simple Nord merchandiser. He did n't recognize anything about the mainstream Slave culture. But he did know a sales event auction pitch when he heard one. He knew the man 's stylus : Draw them in, make them comfortable, then make a cut-rate sale based off of emotional and impulse buying.
Even in Morrowind, overlord Drad thought, there are still grifter, just as there were back in Cyrodiil. 'Alright, mark it on my map, and we will use your area for a demo. I will make for a few pieces of atomic number 79, but not often. I will buy a few things, but I have petty atomic number 79 to due with, so you 'll consume to bare with my slight needs .'He explained, rather pushy, what was going to happen. But Navan took the bait, and put Lord Drad in mastery of the conversation.
rear on the ship, the men were doing their everyday porthole duties. Whenever they were at larboard, they were to wash away the deck, ensure the sails, check out all personal line of credit and rudders, and do universal sustenance. The crew was also to replenish on body of water, where it could be gotten for spare. Lord Drad took a time table and walked into the store room of the ship, where they kept their food supplies.
He took reckoning of their provision, doing a complete inventorying check. Arla stood next to him with an ink pot, as he held the quill pen and paperboard. He looked up and down the shelves from front to back, opening up cabinets, checking every doorway. Arla helped by moving whatever her Master pointed to, and helping take counts of all the individual goodness.
When they were finished, Lord Drad was able-bodied to cypher all the supplies, in a complete intellectual nourishment index number. He then sat down in his power, and decided what needed to be ordered and bought for supply, on their way back to Winterhold.
They had on board the ship rightfulness then these things :
Lettuces 9
tomato plant 5
Potato bag 6
boar nitty-gritty 160 lbs.
Venison meat 50 lbs.
Rice 70 lbs.
Sugar 30 lbs.
Tea 30 lbs.
Salt 60 lbs.
Herbs 37 lbs.
bollock 12 crates
wine-colored ( cooking ) 17 bottles
wine-coloured ( toast ) 8 bottles
flour 25 lbs
garlic 40 bulbs
cheese 6 wheels

master Drad looked at the listing, and then documented it in his maitre d'hotel 's Log. It became more like a scrapbook of the ship, documenting everything in it. It was as if the paries in the Captain 's cabin could talk, and were writing their report.
He then wrote out a list of goodness they would need to make it to Winterhold, Skyrim. He wanted to piss no nutrient stops, and no intermission needed. He wanted to be in Winterhold by the 1st of May, which was just 5 daytime away. They were still in the city of Vivec, which was all the way on the southern end of Vvardenfel.
When the tilt was made, it was labeled very simply, so that the gang could be easily charged with the project of gathering nutrient and supplying from the bargainer of the city. admiral Ply took 90 septims, and a few of his stave military officer took 50 septims each. They went out with the tilt Lord Drad gave to them, as nobleman Drad went to the St. Proteus anguinus canton, and to the primary billet of the striver Traders'.
Lord Drad walked in, and was greeted by a young Breton, with a small-scale conformation, and a pretty smile. 'Welcome to the Vivec St. olm camarilla of Vvardenfel Slavers Co.'She said in a cute Western vocalization. She sounded as if she was from High rock music. 'What is your clientele here, Sire, noblewoman ?'
'We were sent here by Navan Drasil, for a demonstration, and a bit of looking through your inventory .'Lord Drad said. He had a bag of gold with him, with around 50 septims in it, which was all he was willing to drop in this piazza, no subject how beneficial the stuff and nonsense looked.
The Breton nodded her head. 'Ah, yes, you will find Navan just through these doors .'She pointed behind her. 'Our stock-taking and shop is that way .'She pointed up the step, where there was a lowly gate, and then an unseen area.
'Navan said to come soon, so we shall go to this demonstration first .'Lord Drad spoke.
They walked into the back, and discovered a full sized education elbow room, with a combat pit, a bow range, and a deception Practice section as well. There were also cages, and cells, and breast of stuff around. This was where the slaves were trained properly.
Navan was sitting next to a manlike Argonian hard worker, whom was taking a breach from bow shooting. 'Ah, noble Drad, good to see you here. We have the presentation all set up. It is a bit of an obstical class, but she will get to it through just fine, I am sure. There is nothing dangerous, so do n't concern for her safety .'He spoke to Jehovah Drad only.
'Of trend .'nobleman Drad said. 'Arla, are you ready to do this ?'He asked her.
'She is, of trend .'Navan said. 'She would not have asked to perform this task without being set up. She was trained like that .'He answered for her. 'We trained her here, and we have never once had a faulty hard worker. Ask her even .'
'Arla ?'Lord Drad asked.
'He speaks the truth .'She said.
'Alright, well, continue then .'Lord Drad said.
She walked up to the practice surface area, and looked to the back of the bow kitchen range. There was a sack of watermellons at the end of the stove. Arla cast an open hand to the ground, pulling up the energy, and wrapping it around her unharmed arm. She then threw it quickly at the watermellons, splattering them and bursting them open, in a red rainwater. Her eyes remained at the range the whole meter.
Navan looked to her plaster cast the spell, and made commentaries on her. 'She just cast an muscularity spell at it. It took them, and sent enough energy into them to break open .'Arla saw the lowly chest in the center of the way, and knew she was to open it. She pushed her finger to the floor, and picked up a nip of dust, then poured it into the lock chamber. She stepped back a bit, and pulled her hand out about her, as she was grabbing at the air. She collected the energy from the air, and sent it into the lock fix. It froze up well, freezing the rubble in place, she then knelt down, and used the splendid power of the earth, to gather her energy. She drew up a red energy, with a shameful tincture to it. She cast it directly into the lock golf hole, breaking the ice into shatters, and snapping the whorl off of it.
Navan explained to God Almighty Drad that she was using elemental vitality, which was a style of Wizardry that Worlocks used. He said that conjuration that was pulled out of particular element, and not out of physical object, or your own store, then it was elemental legerdemain. He said that convention conjuring trick was generated by a store of vim we have already in our bodies ... which are the simple, almost back hand like spells, that we master in. Then, you have the spells that you have to learn, which you may or may not possess enough zip to do out of your own supply. You may then teach an addition to grade upon your turn, making them all more sinewy. A way of directly collecting energy right when you perform your spell. Now, the most difficult spells are Ritual Magic, which most clip, you will find shaman specializing in. They draw their richly amounts of required energy right from their ritual. In fact, nearly of the in operation parts of a ritual are not the creating of the spell, but the collecting of energy.
By the time Navan had explained the unlike case of deception, Lord Drad had seen his hard worker destroy a humble crateful with a tiny bolt of lightning of energy the size of his quill .'I am a seasoned Wizard, I know the trend and types .'Lord Drad told Navan.
'Oh, of course of action you are. I was just mentioning them out of substance abuse, thinking outloud I guess .'He replied. He was deffinately variety of strange : just a bit too happy about his job. But, he was also a Manic little beau, whom had spent time beyond the logic gate, into the relm of Sheogorath, which was named properly, the shivering Isles. He was comfortably insane.
Arla went to the close target. She saw a ghost at the end of the range, and knew it to be harmful, by its aura. She threw a clump of fervour down at it, and immediately sent another energy bolt after it. She started flinging out thunderbolt of energy from her arm, hitting the spook one by one, weakening its aura. She then gathered vitality from the air about her, and flung a charged zip bolt after the trace, which was now advancing on her. It hit the ghost in its upper region, and the spook disappeared.
'She is a very skilled Magician in wipeout, and illusion I can tell. I wonder what else she can do in other fields .'Navan kept remarking with things like this every few minutes.
Arla then finished her manifestation and walked back to her master, getting on her articulatio genus in full presentation. She kept her head down, and eyes lowered in regard to her original, and awaited for his gild. Lord Drad petted her head, as one would do a small kitten. 'You may stand, and conform to me, Arla .'
She got to her feet, and stood a dance step behind Lord Drad with her hands behind her back, locked there in a firm traveling bag. She was silent, and set to dish out Lord Drad, just as she was perfectly trained to do. Navan, knowing it was his acquirement that shaped Arla like that, glowed in pride at his employment being so well used.
'Ah, if you are all done, you will come up our store up here, complete with everything a slave owner should possess, for a very low-priced price .'Navan said, leading them up some steps. They were then in a room full of shackle, lying in wait, leash, trinity, ropes, masks, specialized clothes, and other mixed gear, all for maintaining a slave. 'Most of it is under ten gold per particular .'Navan stated, as Godhead Drad walked up one of the gangway.
Arla was a pes away from him, as though she were leashed. She kept her drumhead up, but her eyes down and on Lord Drad. She did expect about the equipment some though. Lord Drad saw what looked like a duration of ship chain. But it was a ternary. 'It 's for Orc striver .'Navan said, seeing the look Lord Drad gave. 'Only stuff that 'll hold 'em .'
master Drad found two item that interested him. He found a collar, which had a limited loop topology, for attaching leashes, rope, and other things such as that. He saw that the price was only 5 Septims for it, he grabbed it. He also liked the mask that was hanging up on a ledge. It was a Masquerade Masque, and it had a female font, with black scratching all over it, as if her pale white flesh was being ripped to discover the bloody red bones. And the masque portreyed very well.
Lord Drad looked at some troika, and got one, just as an impulse item. He also got her a minuscule blanket, in which she could wrap up in durring the day. Since she was small, she could curl up in a chair, and she could use that blanket now to keep warm.
Navan gave them a discount on both the reversial of spell, and for the goods he bought. 'As one Mage to a sorcerer, you are a rare hatful. Even for one whom studies Magic, you are a rare sight to see. One that can keep that one as a slave, with her Magic untamed. That is why I had to sap it, she was a thin-skinned one .'Navan said .'I congratulate you on your science, victor Wizard !'
Jehovah Drad and Arla walked back to the ship trivial after dark, and went to their cabin. Lord Drad put down the catch and masque, and then had Arla set down the leash and her blanket. She set them down on the president right next to her.
'I am going to give the order to Admiral Ply to work way to Seyda Neen first thing in the morning .'Her master told her, just before walking out the threshold. She was left to do with what she could.
She picked up the dog collar, and leash, and put it gently on the table. She picked up her masque and also set it on the board. Her mantle, she put on her usual electric chair, which was big, and very gentle. She could see herself curled up in that on cold days.
She sat in her hot seat with her blanket, curled up, and reading her parchments that Almighty Drad had written out for her. She wanted to determine as best she could, and to study his will, and turn adamant in her duties would be the best matter for her she knew. She was curled up as a kitten when her superior returned from the deck of cards, his cloak a bit wet.
'It 's about to embark on raining tonight .'He commented to her. 'We will be in for rough atmospheric condition tomorrow, and the next day as well, nigh likely. The Inner Sea, here on the Benjamin West incline of Vvardenfel, gets many leaping tempest, and it will be a devilish ride back up to Solstheim. I made a rout back up the slide, but did not numerate on storms .'Lord Drad looked to the board, 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 deuce-ace, and clasped it to the leash, holding the handled face.
Arla awaited her Master 's motility, for her to move, or otherwise. She remained on her knee joint, at attention, for any mansion from her owner. Her victor finally yanked the leash, pulling her to her groundwork. She walked to her Master 's flank, and stood behind him, her hands lock in behind her back in obedience to him.
'Walk with me, as we always do. I am going to get used to this trey, so we will make to try it out like this .'Her headmaster 's voice, she could tell, was set on this, wanting to memorise a new art. She gladly smiled, and nodded her chief, glad to see her possessor 's grin. 'The leash, we will not be using so very a great deal, but the choker you are to keep on, being a symbol .'
Her superior walked about the Foreign stern of the metropolis of Vivec with her, behind him and leashed. She kept her space to a stone's throw back from her lord, being the most practical of space to be at station. She followed her victor 's every move with corking attention to her Master 's needs.
master Drad went down into the Canton 's many covered country, where they were surrounded by shop and stores, along with a bit of hoi polloi moving about the area, in an indoors market. overlord Drad took this chance to look for brassy 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 crap that embark his permanent wave residence. He picked up a number of things, from a ball with a stand, and a rampart map of the many oceans and sea. He also got an hr glass, along with a nice calendar, made with the manoeuvre script of Mages'Guild astronomer. It all cost him around 100 Septims.
By ten at night, Arla and her overlord 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 labor. 'What am I going to do about a trade, to defecate the misstep up North worth while. It 's not like me to go from one major city without leaving with payload to be taken to another city .'Jehovah Drad said to himself, as he smoked his pipe, aloft in his chair comfortably.
The night wore on with nobleman Drad in his chair, smoking his pipe, and drinking a small amount of skooma in a cup of tea. It would be just enough to mail him into a peaceful dream state. Arla was curled up in her chair, now veracious side by side to Lord Drad 's, that way she could lean his pipe, and help oneself him fix his drinks as he needed.
When the minute shabu emptied once Thomas More, they knew the hour to be one in the morning time. Godhead Drad gulped the live on of his tea, and then took off his cloak. Arla took it, and hung it up on the rack, then came back to help her professional to his sleeping accommodation.

To dream of the Mist
Lord Drad laid in his bed, with Arla future to him, her warm consistence next to his. He saw into the sky, stars all about him, the mist incedibly thick, but soft as pillows to impact. He reached out, and grabbed a pocket-sized handful of the champion, the debris all over his fingertips now.
Arla saw him reach up and grab at the air in the cabin, but knew not what her headmaster 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 Master was drinking skooma, but had never seen the drug in effect before. She only knew that hallucinations were one of the many effects 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 oculus of Dagoth Ur, the daemon of the hatful. He felt the ash then turn to a sprey from the sea, and hit him in the fount harshly. The arena about him became the deck of his ship, and he was sailing hard into the Union, trying to hold open themselves at a immobile stride. They could n't be running from the violent storm, for it was just a spring tempest, and they were already in it. They must have been trying to outsail something else.
By the time Lord Drad had turned, another sprey hit him in the typeface, and the scene changed to a low pulpit in the Arcane University, in the imperial City, with a row of stone benches curved about it. It was where his classes for Summoning were usually taught. He sat at the ambo, and he had a diminished stone at his hand. 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 understructure, then proceded to eat itself, after part first. This was a distant memory Lord Drad had, from when he showed the power one could own over an brute 's will, when you use the powerfulness of illusion, conjury, and summoning. He was promoted in the Mages'club the day he made that introduction.
But the ophidian then burst into another mist, this time bright red, with streaks of Joseph Black and yellow bolting through them. master Drad searched, but all around him, the people of color flashed in and out of huis brain.
Arla watched from the side of the bed, as her Master turned gently from side to side in his bed. His soundbox, she noticed, was now covered in sweat, and his hint was getting shorter. She watched him mouth out some words, and then cast his hired man about the night air, but nothing after that.
Lord Drad started to once again see through the mist once more, to observe that he was now in the Imperial city, Waterfront District. He was behind the stopping point house of the street, and the fencing was lit up by a blowlamp ... the flashlight came from a man leaning against the Clay sign. He was of a slender human body, lankey, and had a nimble hired man. For an Imperial, he was rather marvellous as well.
'Alright, I am Christophe, and I am the Auger of the Thieves'social club for the Waterfront, here in the imperial beard City .'The man said. Lord drad noticed the four other people standing there as well, all nodding their head. 'You are all members of this gild, and can all get the Saame benefeits from it. Your freelance theives, so go and slip things .'Christophe walked to the center of the mathematical group. 'You may all work in this city together, without difference of opinion. All you need to do, is come here, to our local club Charles Francis Hall, where you will see single-valued function, and you will also see bullitin boards. Use them. scar out what you are planning to slip ... just marking the house will claim it as your own, and if somebody else from this lodge hits it before you, you take it up with one of the Guild Augers. That is how it works for John Roy Major job. For pickpocketing and picayune law-breaking, you guys have fun ... .hell, if it does n't interfere with Major hits, you can even pickpocket each other. But no robberies on any former penis. Pickpocketing keeps a man on his toes, but it 's no longer useful if it is getting in the way of making some Septims .'He explained, the torch illuminating his grimace brightly.
The torch then went out from the hint of the dark, leaving Divine Drad in the dark. He could tell he was moving, as if he were in a ship, and that it was making way truehearted than many could hope. The ship rode into the night, the mist taking it from all around.
nobleman Drad was at the ship 's Captain 's nest, giving out rescript to steady the ship, keeping the jazz from getting a hold of the sails and dragging them under the wave. He got another spray of misty seawater in his face, and he awoke. It was seven in the forenoon, by the lightness coming from the curtains.
Lord Drad awoke with Arla at his side, laying adjacent to him with her sleeve wrapped about him. The ship 's crew could be heard outside hustling to get the ship out of harbor, admiral Ply 's representative ringing out rescript to the men. His cry rang in his head teacher, and nobleman Drad knew that he was about to let a very raspy day, because the skooma the night before was a strong pile enough to make him pass into a Black Sleep.
Arla awoke as her passkey got out of bed. He quickly got dressed, and had his vest on. Arla got out of bed, and make for the day, as her Master had told her she may do every break of the day, with function. She waited outside the privy as her Master occupied it, as she tapped her groundwork holding in her wimpers. She truly was like a little pet, as the hard worker Trainers had trained her. They made her a firm pet to be sure.
Her Master came out of the privy, and she walked in, doing her business organization quickly, and washing her case. The ship had an matter to ticker system, being fused with deception to sustain it going. When she came out of the bath, her Master was pulling on his sword belt, along with a quiver of pointer, and a bow, which was unstrung, but with the drawing string attached to it.
Arla started putting her apparel on. She pulled over a shirt, made from cotton plant, and then a foresighted sleeved shirt of fur, to keep warm. She put on a pair of pants made of fur as well, to observe warm. She put her scarf of silk on, and came next to her Master, kneeling next to him.
His back talk spoke softly to her, as she heard him, she paid attending well. 'You need to tell full admiral Ply to get along to my office, which I will be in for the following few hours. He and I need to speak, and while we do, you are to remain silent, in the courner over here. You may loop up in your mantle if you wish, but keep to your chairperson .'She nodded her head in aknowledgement of his orders.
She left her headmaster in his way, and she walked into the function of the cabin. Taking the cloak hung up, she swung it on and headed out the door to the deck of cards. She walked about the pack of cards quickly, having an agenda, and showing it in her movements. admiral Ply was on the Forth deck, in the ship's galley eating a quick ahead of time breakfast when Arla approached him.
'Admiral Ply .'She said, standing before him.
'Yes, Lady Arla .'He said, looking up from a repast of boar ham and ball.
'I was sent to tell you to meet my victor in his office .'Arla said with a calmness accent. 'He said he would be there for a few minute or so, so I assume he would let the meter 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 headmaster 's cabin. He was sitting at his desk, with a stack of parchments in front of him. He was adding up all the lading, and all of the gold spendings. He put it all into a booklet, and placed it in his desk. She knew he was busy, but not so in use as to not want her to break him with an update.
'Master, I have given the summons to Admiral Ply. Do you have any other decree for me, passe-partout ?'She said, kneeling at his English. Her headspring remained arching as her master pat her gently, making her look all the delectation she could ever imagine.
'Go into the chambers, and get out a small pot of tea, for me and the admiral to imbibe while we begin our discussion .'He said, still petting her head teacher. 'Bring out all the settings as well, and put it on a trey, we will take it there, and fix it ourselves .'
Arla glowed with a mysterious satisfaction, having her original use her properly. She went into the chambers, and began a pot to boil, and set up a tea pot with leaf tea, and prepared the cups and spoons, setting them all on a trey, and putting a small lulu of Milk and a pocket-size dish of sugar on the trey as well, then setting it up in the business office. She waited while the tea began to boil, as her Master continued to go about his duties.
It was about noon when Admiral Ply knocked at Lord Drad 's office doorway. 'Enter, Admiral !'Maker Drad barked. The admiral walked into the cabin, where Lord Drad 's office was located. Arla heard him enter, so she came into the role from the chambers.
Admiral Ply was sitting in the chair inverse of Maker Drad 's, and Arla 's chair was just next to her Master 's. She came in, and curled up in her blanket, her ears perked, listening to her Master and the Admiral speak, as a little kitten would do.
They spoke of their next moves, as master. Her Master told full admiral Ply that he would be operating a small ship built for coastal bringing, and take a short route at first of all, to get him used to commanding a ship of his own.
admiral Ply thanked nobleman Drad when he heard the news. But her Master finished the subject by saying to him. 'But, this is of little importance, for we will not be there for another week, at least. What is important is finding a proper delivery from Seyda Neen to either New rock and roll, or Winterhold. Even just to somewhere along the way from there .'
Admiral Ply snapped back to attending. 'Well, senior pilot, there is always a probability that someone in Ebonhart will now need some goodness shipped, and you definitely want to take the Rebecca West route .'
'Yes, and I heard that the markets there were doing well, raising their prices, meaning they are also gaining in goods .'Her overlord added. 'We should be able to bump something very quickly. tell the work party to hit way to Ebonhart, when we see it. Also, while there, get the crew to all take bloodline of their weapon system, the atmospheric condition, and the usefulness of them ... .if there is enough need, we will resupply the whole gang with new arm, and new equipment, all on the Drad Merchant Co.'
'Yes, chieftain .'Admiral Ply said. 'And what about the storehouse, shall they be filled with even Sir Thomas More goods ?'
'No, we have enough to last us another week and a half, without any stops. We will earn it with what we have, Admiral Ply .'Her Master said .'I have just checked the stock, and all is well. We will also throw some Pisces nets into the water system when we make it up North a little bit. I heard Matshire run in school in the Inner Sea. We 'll sustain our hands at them for sure .'
full admiral Ply nodded. Arla watched as her skipper got more comfortable in his chair while speaking with the admiral. She as well got more comfortable, now wrapping into a small ball in her mantle, and snuggling herself. She was so precious, and she was sure her Master thinking so as well. He looked over to her with a lenient smile every now and again, which made Arla 's little nub wash when he did.
The conversation between them ended with a rather interesting note. Her Master looked up to admiral Ply, as he was getting up, and said to him. 'And where would you like to possess a skooma night at, full admiral Ply ?'
Admiral Ply looked with astonishment at his master, whom was never heard of taking breaks for a dark, even to let the bunch relaxation, he always split them in two shifts, to still save clip. With no solvent from the rather scandalize Admiral Ply, Lord Drad snapped his finger's breadth, so full admiral Ply would snap out of it. 'Or perhaps there need be any skooma for you, if you are already dreaming .'Her Master said jokingly to Admiral Ply with a laughing voice. Arla giggled as she watched.
'Um, well, if you want to do it on demesne, I suggest not adjacent to any John Major cities, cause you know the crew is bound to make some rough 1 .'Admiral Ply began, blushing now. 'And if you do it at sea, I would at to the lowest degree hold to the Inner Sea, seeing as how you can come through a dunk in this piss, if you have the ability to swim ; in the Sea of touch, the temperature will work you blue within two minute. I would suggest going up to the west cut region, and making a small stop in Gnar Mok, which is not so big of a metropolis. There, we will have just the right area, with just enough bother around for the crew to get into .'
Arla could n't help oneself but to giggle at his answer. Her Master turned to her, and his heart told her to rest quiet. She bowed her chief, then tucked her mouth under the blankets, keeping snug and quiet down.
Her Master spoke to admiral Ply next with a cold-shoulder different tone, indicating that he was in a mood for a break. 'Admiral, we have fifty dollar bill feeding bottle of skooma, each feeding bottle with enough in it for two localization .'His way was relaxed, sitting in his comfortable professorship, his feet propped on his desk. As Admiral Ply looked down at him, he listend well the words his police chief spoke. 'It is fourth dimension that I start taking Sir Thomas More lax deliverance. I am the Champion after all, and I have the right to guide more lax Job if I wish. I happen to take the urgent contracts, because I am good at them, and I needed that extra fillip. But right now, I think we are going to just study a slump month, where we just delight ourselves. Consider it a exploit vacation .'
Now the Admiral was surely dumbfounded. overlord Drad would never have said that when the Admiral had firstly met him. But he kept his amazement to himself, and said. 'Yes, master, and we thank you, Sir .'With a very evening gown voice.
As she saw 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 rima oris. He could not feel the give-and-take. Eventually, after a few min of idea, he simply leaned back in his desk and said. 'Pull out my pipe, Arla, and pack it with that sweet red foliage .'
Arla got up from her chair, yawning, then walked to the desk, where she put the leaf. She pulled out her Master 's pipe from her sack, and then grabbed a pinch of cherry red foliage from the bag. She sifted it, and primer coat it, then packed it firmly into his pipe for him. She set it to his lips, where he took it, then lit a equal, and let her captain blow it a spell, before waving the mates out, and discarding it in the ashtray upon her Master 's desk.
Her Master shut his eyes, and drifted off into a dream. The effects of skooma ; it stays in your scheme, and continues to give you dreams and delusion until it is all filtered out of your stream. He held his pipework to the side of meat, and Arla picked it up before he dropped it. She worried for her master now, seeing that he was addicted to the substance. He had only had a unmarried sexually transmitted disease of it, and he was already coming down from the drug 's nasty side effects.
Arla barred the doorway to the cabin, leaving them locked in privacy, so her Master could recuperate from his term. She saw her headmaster go through the wafture of powerful sleep. It was mighty powerful clobber, Arla knew, and her sea captain had taken quite a bit ... .is this how the totally crew going to be when they all drank it ?
overlord Drad 's psyche became demented, and he saw the world through the eyes of a brute, an beast, ready to scratch. He stared at the doorway, and saw the ringlet. He looked to Arla, his slave, and he knew that they were safety for the moment. He then became inert. His mindset let him relax.
'Master, let me help you get into bed .'She asked him.
Lord Drad knew that this was not raw skooma. It was infected with moonshine sugar for for certain. It could not be given to the crew, and could not be allowed to be spread. He was in a sedate DoS of mind, at the moment, void of visions and delusions. He simply could call back straight.
'Arla, listen to me. I am poisoned with Moon Sugar. The skooma was laced with it. It was not normal skooma, and it will sicken the crew. You must find me the potions box I carry in my room. I have to procure the medication used for recovering addicts. Fortunately, it is prosperous to prepare, needing only a few hint of Ashsalts, a bit of the skooma itself, and some of my blood. It will show me how much I am in need to shoot by the color it turns when I add the ashsalts to it .'
Arla saw her Master was in his right head 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 next to the bathroom. She almost gave up when she spotted it sitting adjacent to the weapons racks. She grabbed it, and ran back into the post.
'Master, I have the potions box for you, and the rest of the skooma .'Lord Drad heard his slave say, from behind his chair. He had her set up the alembic, and then the mortar and pounder, along with the early equipment. Lord Drad put the small vial under very hot, fair flame coming from the burner of the potions set. He added ashsalts to the ampoule, then a bit of skooma from the bottle that he drank it from. He cut his little finger, and let the line of descent dribble into the vial. It boiled quickly, and turned a shiny pink, and then murky red coloration, telling Lord Drad that he had more lunar month Sugar in his system than he had skooma. He had to ingest a concentrated amount of medicinal drug to balance the effects of the lunation Sugar.
Arla saw her skipper 's pain, and could see she could do zippo to help him. He was in his own privet hell on earth, and she had to keep it to herself, lest the bunch see their Captain in such a state. When he was better, he would be capable to pull out of this.
overlord Drad mixed the chemicals, along with the ash of taproot leaves. It would add in decent chemical substance to hold off a hangover. Maker Drad was goodness at potion making, and knowing what effects balanced what. It was rather easy, he thought, if only his soundbox was more adequate to while he was like this.
After fifteen mo, the potion was done, sitting in a cooling system vial. Arla saw her Master down the vial in one swallow. 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 maestro would be better then, but that he would postulate to have got matter set to go then. She set to work cleaning up the potions box, putting it back where it was found, then setting her passe-partout 's office back into ordering.
She saw her schoolmaster laying on his bed, with his branch stretched out broad, and his leg straight out. She could not serve but to go over to him, and get atop him, sitting on the back of his pegleg. She leaned down and put her hands to his neck opening, rubbing it gently, and firmly. She rubbed him all the way down his backrest, and over his rib, completely relaxing her master. She purred as she felt her passe-partout 's contented gasp of air. She continued to rub him until she felt him fall to catch some Z's.
She went into the office, and pulled the tea triad back into the sleeping accommodation, where she began to stir up more water. She knew her Master would want tea by this metre, so she got to it before he woke up. He would also want something to eat. She pulled out a bit of the bristleback kernel, and placed it over the fervidness on a small grated grill. She pulled out a loaf of the unsliced bread, and cut off a few piece of it. She put them over the flames, near some coals, to micturate them toast.
When Lord Drad awoke, he had tea side by side to him, still hot, and a plate of bristleback meat, testicle, pledge with butter, and a small garlic clove of cooked garlic, to mix with his nut. His slave had prepared his meal for him while he slept. He was more grateful than he could yet express to her.
Arla watched her skipper scarf down all of the ball within a few bites, using the toast and fork as a small max. She saw her meal, once a large home base full of food for thought, become nothing in a subject of transactions, her maestro 's hunger consuming it completely.
Her Master looked to her, and thanked her for making such a repast. 'Arla, I see you have been taking concern of your Master, even whilst he sleeps .'He said to her. 'If you will aid me in finding my mathematical function, and sliding a table in here. I will plot our class properly .'
Arla grabbed a few maps from her Master 's office, and pulled a mesa into the chambers, adjacent to Lord Drad 's bed. She watched as her professional wrote down specific directions for his full admiral to release the crew. He gave accurate coordinates, and he marked on the map each guiding landmarks. She noticed that his pencil never stopped moving, always writing bank note and speaking, silently.
Her Master, after a while, got up and put on his jacket, then walked to the business office, and pulled his cloak on. He went outside, and went to find out Admiral Ply. He quickly located him at the bow of the ship, looking off into the distance.
'Admiral Ply !'Lord Drad said, patting him on his berm.
He turned. 'Yes, sea captain .'
'We have a trouble, and we need to get to Seyda Neen as quickly as possible .'Lord Drad said. Arla stood behind him, and kept silent. She knew he was in command of himself, and off of the drug 's influence.
'Yes, Captain, but what is the matter ?'full admiral Ply asked, worried now. 'You seem very shaken about this .'
'Come to my cabin, and we shall talk there .'Arla heard her master copy say. 'It has to do with out extra crates, so semen alone .'He whispered to admiral Ply.
They then walked back to the cabin, where Arla sat straight up in her president as her Master sat in his own president. He took out a bag of mint foliage, and began to break in it up, then pack it into his organ pipe. He snapped his fingers, and Arla knew to issue forth to him with a match, and light his pipe. She zipped it across her belt, and held the burning match to light Lord Drad 's pipe, as he puffed on it hastily.
'Last nighttime, I was brave enough to try a dose of that skooma that we got, in my tea. I put one-half of the bottleful in a whole tea pot, so I got a niggling bit per venereal disease. It was decent to micturate me glide by into a Joseph Black Sleep, Ply .'Her Master explained .'I did a touch bridle on it today, and found it to be laced with moonlight Sugar. I had to exact an anti-venom, because my dead body was rejecting it so badly. This crateful of skooma we carry is not to be used. It is contaminating, and more mightily than any on this ship can plow. The but ones I would feel good about selling this to is a Mage at the imperial University looking for study exams .'
'But sir, who would be able to set up a link like that ?'Admiral Ply asked .'I feel that the theives'social club here is rather low on commercial enterprise. And surely, the Theives'social club in the Imperial City would have such impinging, but when would we be able to get down there to switch it off ?'
'We will maintain it on board ship, but we will not touch on it. We are going to be in the main Skyrim wharfage in a week or so now, and we will be there for quite a patch. There, we will sell off the gold taproom, and we will split it up .'Lord Drad told full admiral Ply. 'But there is also where you will be leaving my caller. You will be in bursting charge of the merchant class ship Weatherstride, and you will there choose your crew of 12 Panama hat from the main Skyrim function .'
Admiral Ply shook his head word, and thanked his sea captain for the publicity. 'It means a lot to me, maitre d' 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 make indisputable you keep it in salutary condition. It is a new ship, and will steer like one. part it in a bit to get it in order. witness its kinks, and crap use of them .'Almighty Drad instructed. 'Also, you are getting the itinerary from Anvil, Cyrodiil, to Bravil, Cyrodiil. I will witness out what your manner of speaking will lie of, but you will get them there quickly, and be a regular merchandiser ship .'
'I understand Captain Drad .'
'Now, make sure to keep the skooma a closed book. Dismissed .'Lord Drad said. Admiral Ply left the cabin, and went about his tariff. Arla then walked to her superior, and knelt besides him .'I have no ordering for you right now, Arla .'Her passkey told her, rubbing her chin gently.
'May I study a few magic trick books, headmaster ?'She asked, her head bowed.
Her overlord looked at her, and she peeked up at him with soft pleading oculus. She knew he would fall, and he did. 'Yes, and pull in sure as shooting you start with the lower levels. I want you to hear a origin amount of return deception, before you go into devastation, or mysticism magic trick .'
She got up, and went to her Master 's depository library of arcane Word of God. She saw them to be filled with all variety of keys to wizard possibility. She took as many notes as she could fathom, and could comprehend, and looked up everything she could have dreamed. She knew her Master had half of the Arcane University 's pedunculate record book, by the fullness of the library.
Her Master sat alone in his billet, drawing out plans to get to the Topal Sea, in southerly Cyrodiil She noticed about him now, that he did not use other peoples'committal to writing tool : he kept his own set, with a pencil, pen, and brush.
Arla knew after a few hours that they were pulling into the little dock of Seyda Neen. Her Master was going here maybe to tell the people that he had sold the skooma to not to deal it to anyone. She would accompany him anywhere, so it hardly mattered, at this point.
Her master walked into the chambers, and sat in his bed for a few second gear as Arla jotted down one last decimal point, from her subject area before coming up to him and kneeling before him. 'Master, I am at your military service .'
Her superior stood tall above her, and she could feel his gaze upon her. 'You are going to be helping me tonight, Arla. I am going to require you to hold a few things for me, while I handle some business. I am going to sell off the quietus of this skooma tonight, and I do not wish to let the whole crew know we are going to be selling it all off. I just need you to be my extra hands tonight, alright, Arla .'He told her.
She nodded her capitulum, and smiled, waiting her job. 'What may I do for now, Master ?'She asked.
'Go to the hush-hush grate in the floor, on the first deck, and you will notice the bag of skooma, fetch it. Once it is here, go and get me the bars of gold. We are going to make them melted down and made into actual septims, so we are not carrying around unmarked gold .'Her Master ordered. 'Then return, and we will get started on our business organisation .'
Arla ran down to the foremost deck, and into the amber cabinet, then under the rug. She pulled up the loose floor board, and grabbed the bag of skooma bottle, along with the six legal profession of gold. She then replaced the base plank and rug, making her way back up to her Master. The skooma was rather toilsome, for as light of a liquid it was. She brung the skooma and atomic number 79 up to her Master 's berth, 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 peck up a delivery on the way to Winterhold .'Her lord told her. 'While here, we are going to deal the rest of this skooma to the local anaesthetic thieves, but at a higher cost, considering what it is .'
Arla listened well to her professional 's voice .'I understand master ; just narrate me what to do to swear out you .'She assured him.
'When we are docked, I am going to be searching for deliveries. I want you to follow me, and be ready to roll back to the ship somewhere around one and two in the dawn to get the skooma and gold .'Her master copy told her. She nodded her oral sex. 'And you will be needed of course, for random former little details .'
Her Master then went into his cabinet and pulled out a manual of trades. This one had only two dealings in it, and was only on the first varlet. It had the muckle between himself and Ralflod, marking the sum of money of skooma and total of gold traded. It also had the natural endowment of Arla, to Lord Drad. This book was obviously the dark market book that Lord Drad kept, marking all of the illegal transactions he had done.
'I started this log when I first sold the skooma, knowing I would need records 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 merchant Co., will be recorded in this Holy Scripture from now on .'Her Master told her. The rule book he held was four inches thick, and had a dim leather top on it, not yet marked .'I am making it the alternate Captain 's Log, so we may have a complete disk of what is happening on this ship. When I branch off a bit, in Cyrodiil, I will be doing to a greater extent and more freelancing, and maybe even a bit of marauder work, on a few coastal islands. I will get a contact in the thief'club in Cyrodiil, and will then be able-bodied to surround off the token for a fair sum of profit .'
Arla nodded once more. She knew her Master was excited about this, and she was glad he was so. But she knew if he were to rant on, he would forget to let her at ease. 'Master, would it delight you if I were at ease for the time being ?'She asked him, while he was puffing his pipe.
'Yes, of trend, Arla .'He said. Lord Drad walked around the desk, and pulled the function back, and folded them up, clearing a small serving of his desk. He then went about sorting out all of his newspaper publisher, and cleaning up his desk. When it was finally clean of all extra parchments, he sat down in his chair, and puffed his pipage more comfortably. 'Arla, go fetch a wine shabu out of my bedroom, please. And under my bed is a bottle of Imperial urban center 's elderly Iliac. It 's the best wine this side of summersault Isles. Bring two glasses in fact .'He told her.
Arla got out of her chair, and went into her passe-partout 's sleeping room, gathering the two crank, and the bottle of red wine. She sat them on her Master 's desk, and awaited further direction. 'Master, what is my next objective ?'She asked.
'Bring your death chair over here, and sit with me .'He said. She did as told, getting her chairman as closing to his as she could. Lord Drad poured her a drinking glass of the sweet red wine-colored, then some into his own glass. He opened the alternate Captain 's Log, and began to indite in it his unique cursive script.

We have gathered the finish l bottleful 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 bread'. We are in Seyda Neen now, and are going to sell it at 30 septims a bottle at the local thief'Guild. We will tick off the transaction properly in this book to show platter of it.
Arla waited for her Master to make the beginning sip of his wine, before she would even touch her glass. He set the black leger aside, and took a sip from his glass. It was tasty, with just enough sweetness to balance out the intrinsical fermented flavor of inebriant. Arla then took a sip of hers after her Master had sat down his glass.
'Look out the threshold there, and tell apart me how close to being docked we are, Arla .'Lord Drad ordered her. She went to the door, and opened it. She peeked her oral sex outside, then back in.
'Master, we are just now pulled up to the dock, and the crew is tying us off .'She reported to her sea captain dutifully .'I think it would be secure 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 shops, and inns. They found the bulletin board in the Town middle had all the stores deliverance written on it. It turned out that the Imperial Scouts had three crates of equipment they needed sent to their scouts in Dagon Fel, where they were being trained. Lord Drad made his way to the offices, and spoke with the leading officer.
By the time all the item of the journey were worked out, it was well past ten at night. They were loading the ship with the cargo, as overlord Drad and Arla walked into the local inn, and ordered a drink, keeping a watch for Ralflod. He was usually in this inn, Lord Drad was sure.
The dispatch of the crates would come out to 50 septims per crateful, a 300 Septim shipping flush, and from the Drad merchandiser Co. Lord Drad made another 100 septims, for his bonus. That made the trip worth 450 septims, plus an superfluous 100 for master Drad.
Lord Drad spotted Ralflod, and ordered an extra mead. 'Ralflod, I ca n't look to remember where to buy those fence posts at, can you orchestrate me ?'master Drad said to him, handing him the drink .'I have some more to forge with now .'
Ralflod looked amazed at nobleman Drad, along with his slave, Arla, on a leash and leash .'I ... I do. I can help ya .'He said, shaking off the mentation. 'Make your way to the common spot at around one tonight, and we will do byplay .'He then walked off in the tap house.
Lord Drad walked out of the inn, him holding the leash connected to Arla. He walked them back to the docking facility, and sat as his bunch pulled the conclusion of the three crate in the ship. They were huge, the size of it as a human is tall, and as broad as a wagon. They were filled with curtain call, arrow, cloaks, and small daggers. All were stacked compactly, making them even heavier. Almighty Drad noticed the ship sump in the H2O another base, indicating how a good deal weight the ship had taken in because of the crates.
He walked back into the ship, and went to his office, where he marked in the Captain 's Log the delivery, pickup, and amount for the transaction. He made sure everything was just right in calculations, then placed it in the invoices.
At one in the morn, Arla and her Master 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 floor. 'Well, what is it, Lord Drad ?'Ralflod asked.
´49 feeding bottle of skooma, laced with Moon dough .'Lord Drad replied. 'It 's far too strong for the crowd of my ship to palm, and I am not going to retain it around. If you can find Mages will to fill it, that would be preferable .'
Ralflod looked at the sack, and said. 'We have only a bit more tax income, so what are you thinking per bottle ?'
'30 septims per bottle, and if you do n't sustain decent to cover that, give me what you have in gold, and pass me a tangency that I may join the Cyrodiil 's Thieves'society. I want a guarantee smudge in the constitution .'Arla heard her Master deal with the lilliputian thief.
'I can do that. I can hold you 500 septims for the skooma, and the rest can only be paid with selective information .'Ralflod said, keeping his heart locked on the skooma.
'Then the skooma is yours, Ralflod, but under one more condition only. I want you to promise me that you wont sell it to those you know ca n't wield it. This is for sinewy illusion exploiter only, and even that needs to be taken at a small STD, as I found out. I want you to sell it to Mages in the Mages'Guild, getting it into the proper hands, in doing so. It 's childlike ethics, as I am certainly you can agree .'Lord Drad told him. 'Now, where can I get the gold bars melted down into septims ? I no longer want golden bars .'
'We can do that here, if you wish .'Ralflod said. 'We have the crush here .'
'Good. And what of your contacts with the Cyrodiil stealer'club ?'
'His name is Armond Christophe, and he lives in the Waterfront district of the imperial beard city. He is the doyen of the imperial metropolis sector of the social club. Most of us refer to it simply as 'the social club'.'Ralflod said.
'Now, the skooma you will notice, after testing, has a very heights amount of moonlight simoleons in it, not found in pattern doses of skooma. That is why it is so virile .'God Almighty Drad explained. 'If you would be so kind, however, as to please unthaw the amber bars, and whatever other atomic number 79 legal community you are giving us in exchange for the skooma .'
'Of course .'Ralflod had his ass-kisser set to work on the kiln, getting the press cook to make septims for Lord Drad. The process took around 30 minutes, and they put all the coins into a pouch. overlord 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 amber.
Lord Drad sat in his office, and divided up all the amber into pouches, and setting them on his desk. He then barred his doorway, and walked into his bedroom. Arla followed her captain, and helped him get his shoes and dissemble 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 close to her passkey as she could letting his high temperature flood her body. She threw her arm around him, and held him as they slept, the Nox wearing on peacefully. noble Drad knew his striver felt for him, and it was an unspoken agreement, for she knew as well, that he cared about her.
Lord Drad awoke early, at around six in the morning, when the bunch was just getting up. He walked out to the deck, to see the brumous seaport before they pulled out. He drank a bit of tea as he stared out at the nighttime weewee. Arla lay asleep as her maestro prowled the decks.
master Drad stood in the chieftain 's nest as his crew began getting the ship ready to sail. Men about him started moving, pulling the sails down, untying the lines, pulling up the anchor, and manning the oars. The ship pulled out of seaport at seven thirty that morning, the crew rowing to get them out to deeper sea. Lord Drad felt the ship begin to move, and walked back into his office, where Arla was now putting on her cloak.
'Arla, we will be going to be in Winterhold within the next week. You should ready for a while in the metropolis, for we will be leaving from there for the Topal Sea, in the due south of Cyrodiil .'Her skipper told her. 'When in Cyrodiil, I will most likely set up a new faction of Drad Merchant Co., so I can control it from Cyrodiil. I will buy a manor or something in either Bravil or Anvil .'
This was quite a Revelation for her sea captain to recount her, Arla thought. She knew that he was making big whole step, on procuring his land even more. She knew this was a John Roy Major contribution to the Drad Merchant Co.
'So, you will necessitate some nice apparel ; something a Lady would tire. I am a Lord of the Imperium, and if you are my slave, you should be seen as one Worth serving a Lord .'Arla listened closely to what her original was telling her. 'You will buy a new wardrobe, in Skyrim. We are Nord, and will coiffe in our style, but our Noble fashion .'

Lord Drad sat in his office, May 1st, on the sour grass of Winterhold. He had a shipyard there, with a wide time gang handling the warehouse, and a whole fleet at his command there. He wrote off social club and sent in invoice, searching his desk for a stack of sheepskin that he needed to find.
Arla sat next to him, and helped him by gathering things here and there, being his surplus set of work force. She knew her Master had to finish here quickly, because they were starting a new faction in Cyrodiil. She gave her service wherever it could be used, trying her right to aid her master finish his task.
When Lord Drad finished with his paperwork, he called in one of his executive from the storage warehouse. 'Mr. Argel, I have a task for you .'
'Yes, captain Drad .'The man asked.
'I need you to find me an administrator with the ability of taking over my district duties here .'He said. 'Mr. Argel, I need this done within a calendar week .'
'I can let the cat out of the bag to Harse Elohein about taking up the job. He was whom was in charge of your duties, while you were away at sea, Lord .'Mr. Argel said.
'Thank you, Mr. Argel, and do n't forget to give the worker a raise in salary, everyone in the storage warehouse gets another Septim per day, and the crew of all ships get another two. Make sure the Captains of the fleet all receive a bonus of 20 septims per delivery. This will continue our crew and workers felicitous, while I am away for a while .'
'Is there anything else I can help you with, lord Drad ?'Mr. Argel asked his employer.
'I am going to be setting up another cabal of Drad Merchant Co. in the south of Cyrodiil. I will need names of lawyers and the locations of worthy manor house. I have a budget of 200'000 septims to work with, for a manor and lands, and the Drad merchandiser Co. will be able to pay for 45 % of whatever is bought to extend its bounds .'Lord Drad said in a poop voice. 'Bring me lands pricing for the orbit of incus, and Bravil, and anywhere on the sea-coast in between. I will even accept something in the Imperial City. Also, take me the names of lawyer, and I will be happy with your service .'
'Yes, Sire .'Mr. Argel said, then excused himself from the office.
Arla went to the diminished stove, and poured her passe-partout a cup of hot tea from the pot, then poured in a slight bit of milk, along with two spoons of gelt, 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 master Drad left his agency on the loading dock, and made his way back to his ship. He there pulled out a fine natural selection of clothes. Black pants, a black shirt, with a very disconsolate purple vest, along with a cloak of fur that was majestic.
He had Arla help root for off his clothes, and damages him in the clothes he had picked out. He was a true overlord, just by his height, and his actions reflected that. Arla saw the power her skipper held now, with his full Lordly attire upon him.
'Master, what is your desire ?'Arla asked him.
'Get cook, we are going to need you shopping. We will go to my manor here, and highjack one of the lady servants there to help you with shopping .'Her Master told her. Arla went to the loo, and pulled out a few clothes that could be passed as presentable in front of Noble company. She quickly got coiffe under her passkey 's insomniac eye.
Arla held her skipper 's arm as they made their way down the streets of Winterhold, which were now just coming out of their frost. lord Drad had Arla keep abreast him down to the concluding street in the metropolis, where he had his manor. They entered the cozy two story house, and made their way up to the way which Lord Drad had as his bedroom. He picked up a few things, then walked into the kitchen, where Jestra, a housemaid, was dusting off a rejoinder.
'Jestra, we are going to need you to come shopping with us today .'Lord Drad said. 'My near pet here ,'He jerked Arla 's leash just enough to record it. 'Is in need of a new wardrobe, and I am not the exact somebody that is fit with handling that form of thing. So, I am asking you to break us your companionship, and science at that .'
Arla had a utter wardrobe by evenfall that dark, with parasol and new cloak of silk. She was set now to await like a Lady of the courts. When they returned to the ship, Arla was instructed to put all her wearing apparel in the W.C., in a designated section.
Her Master began to look at maps, as she put away her dress. He charted out a course from Winterhold to Anvil, to set about with. He figured that they would be there within a week and a one-half, so he pulled out a clean sheet of paper of parchment, and began to write out a inclination of supply that would be needed for the journey. He wanted to just get there, and begin setting up his business.
vertebral column in his part, on the 2nd May, Mr. Argel brought him a folder of the papers he requested the day before, listing lawyers and manor house around the incus and Bravil areas. God Almighty Drad looked through them, and made courses for each country, looking for an area perfect for his business.
Arla was there beside her Master once again. She was there as his extra set of hands, and she was also there to stay fresh him troupe within his employment. 'Arla .'He said to her, after a while of searching through the papers. 'Go fetch me full admiral Ply, and tell him to satisfy me here .'
Arla disappeared into the warehouse, and onto the docks to obtain Admiral Ply. Lord Drad continued to signalise all the document that he needed to, in order to keep the Skyrim cabal running in his absence seizure. Arla returned soon enough with admiral Ply.
She knelt at his feet when she returned. 'Arla you may go and prepare our cabin in the ship for leaving. We will realize way soon after sundown tonight .'Her master key told her. She got up and walked out of the part.
'Admiral Ply, I present to you the ship Weatherstride for you to overlook. 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 'n' roll, Solstheim, to Dagon Fel, Vvardenfel .'Maker Drad said, his eyes looking into the depths of full admiral Ply 's. 'You will ascertain that you have a cabin already set up for your use, and an unused maitre d'hotel 's Log. You are to sweep for New Rock in a days prison term, bringing with you twelve crew fellow member of your own pick from the new phallus .'
Admiral Ply looked to his Captain, and spoke. 'Thank you, headwaiter Drad. This means a swell deal to me .'
'I know it does, Captain Ply. 'He picked up a objet d'art of lambskin. 'Your salary will turn 2'000 septims per month, which you will invite at New tilt on the first of every month. You will meet a incentive of 50 septims per completed deliverance. Also, you will throw a budget of 1'000 septims per week, to pass on your work party and the ship, and an additional 500 septims per week for supply and solid food .'He handed the sheepskin to captain Ply. 'Here is your saving lodge. Dismissed, chieftain Ply .'
Jehovah Drad spent the rest of his night walking about the seaboard of the city, Arla a stone's throw behind him. He watched the Sun go down over the mountains, and the moving ridge of the sea crash into the Baron Snow of Leicester covered cliffs. noble Drad 's cloak flapped in the wind as they made their way back to the ship from the skirts of town.

Arla was in the shipyard office staff, when she and her headmaster waited, as he called in another appendage of the dock team. 'Mr. Shadd, are you at all conversant with large frigates, and how to command one ?'He asked flop away.
Mr. Shadd thought a spell, then spoke to his employer. 'Well, I have commanded a freighter from Vivec to incus 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 vessel as my First Mate and Officer. You shall be taking the Admiral 's place for my ship .'Godhead Drad explained. 'Your wage will be little LE than a Captain 's, and you will experience a cut of all pitch, of course .'
'Thank you, Divine Drad .'Mr. Shadd said, with excitement in his voice.
'We leave for Anvil this very nighttime, and the crew is already organise to take a crap weigh .'Arla heard, as they walked out of the office staff, shutting all lamps down. 'So get your clobber, and be on board the ship in an hour .'
Mr. Shadd ran to his little bunkhouse, and gathered his equipment, while Lord Drad and Arla walked to the ship, and made ready to forget port .'I think he will put to work out just fine with this crowd, Arla .'Lord Drad commented, as she put away her cloak.
'Indeed, he seems surely enough, my Lord .'She replied. He Master brought her out on deck of cards with her leash, and saw that the ship was gear up to urinate its way out of interface. All they were waiting on was Commander Shadd.
He quickly came running up the ship ramp, and the men loaded it up, untying the lastly argument. 'Give the mastery to make way .'nobleman Drad told his Commander.

Banquet at Sea

'Drop sail ! Make way out of port !'Commander Shadd shouted, and the men hustled to get the cruise down. Quickly, the ship was out to sea, and the canvass filled with wind. 'Disband oars, and get getting stiff on those sheet agate line !'He shouted after they were out to sea, knowing they needed to snatch up the wind into the sails, in edict to get the ship sailing at full speed.
Arla was jumper cable by her Master into the cabin, and they took off their cloaks there. She had her threesome taken off, and hung up by the cabin door. Her Master then commanded her to come into the bed chambers.
She saw him waiting inside, with his brake shoe off, and stripping off his shirt. The ardor was already crackling, so the way was very warm. Her Master then stripped off his pants, leaving him in his short, made of cotton.
'Come, slip .'He ordered.
Arla made her way to the bed, and knelt before her Master. She then began unbuttoning her shirt, until her bare chest was showing. She pulled off her shirt, leaving the lean wrap of cloth around her firm breasts, which were still quite unfilled out. She unwrapped her cloth, and bared her breasts, showing her to have plump nipples, with tap tips, her boob just about a handful each. She got up, her top dog down, and unlaced her pants, stripping them off quickly. Her silk underwear covered her small patch of red hair at her crotch.
'Master, are you going to assume me tonight ?'She asked, an inquisitive looking at on her face, but not a fear.
'Continue, and we shall find out .'He replied. She pulled off her underwear, and placed them in the pile of dress at her feet. 'Now, go and absquatulate the cabin door, then this one, and come in to bed .'
She walked out the chamber, and into the authority. Bolting the threshold to the cabin, she came to the bedchamber door, and bolted that shut as well. Lord Drad was proud of to see her hips swaying as they did, waving her red hair about as she moved into the bed.
She got outside of the covert, and knelt to her forehead at her Master 's metrical unit .'I await your purchase order, passe-partout .'She said.
'Get into the covers, and sleep as you can .'Her passkey ordered her. She did as she was told, getting into the bed next to where her Master would catch some Z's. He pulled his human foot into the bed, and pulled up the blanket .'I have a small pile of kindling Natalie Wood, next to the fervor lieu to build the fervency up, and throw in a log, preserve it going tonight. Winterhold 's too cold to let it cut down'
'I understand, passe-partout .'She said, her arm wrap about her overlord 's side. He breathed out contently, and placed his hand over hers keeping it there.
'Goodnight, Arla .'
'Goodnight, Master .'

Arla got up before her Master, on the 3rd of May, and got tea stewing. He was still sleeping in his bed, when it was done. Arla 's au naturel figure was fit, and she was beautiful as she worked. Her lord awoke to her setting the tea kettleful 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 rules of order, Lord .'
'Continue with what you were doing, Arla, and monish me when the tea is ready .'Lord Drad said, swinging his leg over the bed, and getting his pants on. 'Also, throw a pan on the ardor, and I shall fry up an betimes breakfast for us .'
She went about her duties, as her Master got dressed, and make 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 churn. Lord Drad came over, when the pan was hot, and pulled out two slices of Sus scrofa nitty-gritty from the refrigerator, and put it into the pan, along with the best eggs he could find.
Arla watched as her Master flipped the eggs. She got two plates from a cabinet, and held it as her Master put the testis and essence on them. God Almighty Drad sat the pan down in the washstand sink, then sat the two plate of bollock and boar centre on the table.
He grabbed the boar nub between his finger's breadth and gulped a few shreds down. He then looked to Arla 's home plate, and motioned for her to eat as well. She picked up the testicle with the gist, and ate it like a small sandwich. Her and her Master ate incline by side, a meal that was cooked by him.
God Almighty Drad and Arla put their cloaks on, then she was fitted with her leash, before they walked out the cabin door. They saw that Commander Shadd, the Orc number one mate, had the bunch on deck of cards, all manning the canvass, getting a great gust of wind in them. He had the ship under grand control, and he only needed directions and co-ordinate from Maker Drad, and he was all set.
'Good first light, senior pilot Drad .'He said, cheerily.
'Good morning, Commander .'Lord Drad replied, equally in effective spirits. 'How is the current of air going to carry us today ?'
'It 'll do us ticket, Sir .'Shadd said with a grin. 'It 's been a piece since I was in guardianship of a ship like this, but I 'm getting the hang of it again. After 30 years of sailing, I guess it will come back to me after a spell .'
Creator Drad was amazed at the Orc 's experience. 'Well, keep us heading for Anvil, and we will fair just fine, Commander. It will get colder, of course, until we get through the Polar Sea, and into the Topal Ocean .'
'Oh yes, I expected as much .'The air force officer replied .'I have already accounted for that, in my story. I 'll keep it on your desk, in the agency. You 'll have one daily from me .'
'Well, thank you, air force officer .'Divine Drad said, glad of his efficiency. 'And lay down sure to include rules of order, and commands you give to the bunch, and for what purposes. I wish it to all be replete detailed .'
'As you command, Captain Drad .'He said happily. He then returned to commanding the work party. Lord Drad and Arla walked around the deck, checking the credit line, and making their rounds about the country, for a little walk of life together, always with Arla the leash length behind her Master.
'We will be in Anvil in a week and a half, or so .'Her captain said, as they went below pack of cards. '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 of Land as Drad Land, making me a Lord of these office as well, and giving me practiced enough bargaining top executive. You will be comfortable enough in our short setup .'
'I thank you, maestro .'Arla replied, making her way down the dance step along her master.
'You will have to watch how to deal the court, for a lot of our life story in the next few calendar month is going to be spent there .'He continued. 'We will be getting land grants, and lawyers to set up the faction of the Drad Merchant Co. not to mention I have to engage a full staff of Courtiers, for my Court, and manor. I will have to set up a complete county, if I am to sustain the way I wish it to be .'
Arla knew her Master had big plans for the new lands, and that he meant to go through with what he was saying. But she also knew he would suffer to talk to the emperor butterfly himself about that, and not to same Noble of a county. They needed royal family for this contract.
'After buying a pocket-sized manor in Anvil, I will make up my way East, and find some land that is unclaimed. I heard much of the plantation is, for the fact that the Unicorns there attack many of the people whom travel there .'nobleman Drad Plotted. 'All I will have to do is prove to emperor Septim that I can micturate the Unicorns tamed, or have them relocated in a safer place, and the county can be made into a secernate surgical incision, along with new minor towns just at the boundary of the city, increasing deal and economic system .'
They were at the bum deck when overlord Drad ended his plat aloud. He then pulled out some parchment, and counted all the crate, which came up to five, all of them equipment crates, for the building of the warehouse. He made a listing of them all, their system of weights, just as he always did, then went back up to his office, Arla at his heel.
He sat in his chair, and noticed the Commander 's account atop his desk, just as promised. He looked through it, and noticed great item he cared much about. He hated to say it, but commanding officer Shadd was much break 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 vogue between the two Officers.
lord Drad saw in the report that the cold-blooded weather would slow them up a day and a half, so he was making preparations for it by sailing the crew through the Nox, while in chill out waters, and having them row when the malarky is down. He also marked that the Pisces the Fishes were jumping all along their rout, and now would be the proper billet to throw nets in, if they were not in such a haste to build it to Anvil.
Maker Drad set the reputation down, and calculated the different choices. He had enough food to final stage a workweek and a half, until they got to Anvil, where they would be docked for quite a foresightful fourth dimension. But, if they stopped of a few 60 minutes out of each day, they could catch enough fish in the nets, to fix up for the meter in food for thought for the crew, and still bear enough to trade a ripe 200 lbs when they got to the Anvil fish grocery store. In the end, God Almighty Drad pushed a cast on a parchment, and put it in his chieftain 's Log, stating that he was indeed making fishing stops.
'Arla, go tell Commander Shadd to come in here, please .'Arla got out of her hot seat, and walked to the threshold, putting her cloak on and leaving. Lord Drad continued to indite in his police chief 's Log, when Arla returned.
She came over to her Master, and knelt before him .'I present to you, air force officer Shadd, Master .'She said. 'What edict do you feature for me, Master ?'
Addressing his slave first, he motioned her to get on her president. He then looked to commander Shadd. 'Alright, we will make a few minute stop every day, and cast earnings in. If we catch Thomas More than 30 lbs in that initiative day, we will proceed that trend. We will hold up for in solid food and trade what we loose in clip. So, start now, and have the bunch cam stroke as many meshwork in as you can .'He looked to his mapping then, and marked a small path. 'Have them rent this mob .'He showed the air force officer the chump, and where the fish were supposed to be running.
The Commander nodded, and spoke happily to his Captain. 'Aye, it shall be done, Captain. Is there any other orders you have for me, Sire ?'
Lord Drad got up from his desk. 'Once the net income are down, go to the ship's galley, and have them prepare for a fish banquet tonight, which the whole bunch shall partake in on deck .'
'I 'll get right on it, Master .'The commanding officer said, then left the cabin.
Arla stayed curled up in her chair, awaiting for her Master 's orders. He came up to her, and told her to involve off her cloak, the sole affair she had on. He walked over, and barred the door to the cabin, then made his way back.
'When I am the only one in these rooms, and that room access is barred, you are to be nude .'He said, standing over her .'I am a lecherous man, and will see your form, Arla .'
She blushed, and her cheeks turned red as her hairsbreadth .'I understand, Master .'She spread her legs a bit, to devote him an enticing view of her red hair.
'Now, in my room, go and fetch me my cane. And my pipe as well .'He said, sitting back in his chair. 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 alloy, and a sword blade forged into a twist off handle. It was made for short jabs and slices, and was not very punishing at all. self defense in cheeseparing quarters was what it was mainly used for. Lord Drad loved his cane.
Arla finished packing her professional 's pipe, and then placed it to his lips, lighting a lucifer 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 paw, snuffing the bowl of it with the lid.
'Now, on this journey, I am going to train you. Commander Shadd has the crew and sailing under control, and I am in motive to aim you to custom fit my will .'Her passkey said, as she knelt before him with his pipework .'I will have meter to indicate you my picky routines, and sufficiency time to correct you all the time. You will see me get hard-and-fast on you, but for the better in the long run .'
'Master, I understand. It is what needs to be done, Sire .'She said, with nothing but obedience in her voice.
'Good .'He pulled out a stack of papers, all filled with land plots, and attorney addresses. He sorted through them, and put them into proper files, so he could legibly understand what he was doing. Eventually, when he went through them, he found a lawyer perfective for his job. Erik Privell, a Breton from the Imperial City, who specializes in occupation and real demesne. He also found a suitable manor in Anvil for sale.
'Master, may I go to the john ?'He heard Arla say, after around ten hour of silence.
'Yes, make you way back soon .'He said, still searching through all the parchment. He began scratching off names and lists 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 substantiation on it.
'Arla, you are going to need a sawbuck, as am I, when we get to Anvil .'Godhead Drad said, almost to himself, as Arla returned from the chambers .'I should have had that looked up as well, when we were back in Winterhold .'
As Lord Drad spoke, they could experience the ship slowing down, the commander now taking the few 60 minutes to fish. But Lord Drad continued at his oeuvre, as the Wave now made the ship careen 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 work with in my bank. I have that to spend on gaining a county here in Cyrodiil, and maintaining it. I have another 4'000 septims coming in the first off of side by side calendar month, along with the 4'900 septims from this month. I wont be getting any more delivery bonuses any metre soon, so 4'000 septims per calendar month is all we will have 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 care of with gained income .'He thought to himself out loudly.
Arla sat in her president, intently watching her lord work. Lord Drad felt her eyes upon him, so he looked to her and said. 'In my room, in the left chest of drawers, is an ocarina, and a song book. Go and land it out, Arla .'
He put his face back into his book then, until she returned at his feet, knelt with the ocarina and book in her deal. 'Now, sit, and trifle a melodic phrase to me. It is the sluttish thing in the existence to play .'
Arla sat, and put the book in her lap, putting the flute to her mouth, and blowing into it, creating a naturalistic phone, and fiddling with the keys. Eventually, she learned the holes, and played many songs from out of the book, as her master key worked. She entertained him quite nicely.
After the books were straight, Lord Drad put on his cloak, and told Arla to go and put on her wearing apparel. She did so quickly, and returned to put on her own cloak and leash. Her and her Master walked outside on deck.
The gang all had a net per pair, and were launching them out, and pulling them in constantly, trying for a reasonable catch. The bountifulness was n't exceptional, but the few fish pulled in every toss was safe than nil at all in their nets. Commander Shadd even had a net to himself, pitching it off of the bow of the ship. 'How is the fishing, Commander ?'Asked Lord Drad, with a smile.
The Commander smiled back, and in his rich Orc vocalisation, roared over the crashing moving ridge. 'Oh Captain, its going just fine. We have caught already 50 lb of blue opals, and some sea crab as well !'
Lord Drad stood affect. 'Yes, every day, at around this time, for three hours, set lynchpin, and form in the nets. stay that trend until you fetch below 30 pounds. With that equation, we are looking at about 350 British pound sterling of Pisces. We will eat a skilful 100 of that on the way, saving the salted meats for a later date. That will get out us with 250 hammer to betray, which we will get Anvil market place prices on that .'He explained to himself.
The Orc looked at his grinning, loving the spread seas. 'Yes, maitre d' Drad, we shall fair that well, I feel .'He barked. 'But where are we going to store it ; fish motivation to be kept fresh .'
Lord Drad thought about that. 'We 're going to seal off a portion of the lower deck of cards, and put them in stopgap cold rooms. There is plenty of ice we will be hitting to keep them frigidity until we reach Anvil to sell them .'Lord Drad said. 'In fact, have ten men get to that right now, Commander .'
As they made their way down to the one-quarter deck of cards up, they heard the Orc 's tatty booming phonation bellowing out society to a few crewman. Arla and her Master sat down in a well-heeled death chair in the commons room, having a cup of hot tea together.
'When the crew have gotten used to the new style of the Commander, I feel this ship will be better ran than even my father 's old merchant ship, back when Drad Merchant Co. was first founded .'Her Master commented. 'Commander Shadd was the skillful relocation I have made for this ship, so far .'
'Master, when we arrive in Anvil, and start our official duty, what is to become of the ship ?'Arla asked, after a sip from her mug of tea.
Lord Drad motioned for his tobacco pipe, and while Arla pulled it out, he said. 'We are going to bob it for a month or more, and the crew will be commissioned as workers, for the new shipyard. I will issue Commander Shadd especial orderliness, when I am made lord and Count, over the new county of Dresden, making him a knight of the soil as well .'
Arla nodded, lighting her maestro 's pipe for him. 'And will he be felicitous on the Edwin Herbert Land ?'
'He was on the land as an office administrator for a good two years, before he landed this job .'Lord Drad replied, after finishing his puffs. 'He will take a crap it another couple of month, I am sure. He will be back out on the sea as soon as the first ship comes in for a trade. I will commission him as a binding up captain, to bruise ships, and he can also be used as a fishing captain, on small trolley ships .'
'I see, Master .'Arla said, now letting her Master puff his pipework once more. She pulled it away when he was finished, and was given the lodge to snuff it.
'The only thing is, getting up to the imperial City to work affair out with emperor butterfly Septim .'Her passkey continued. 'We will have to buy the manor house in Anvil the first day we arrive, make our place there, then the succeeding day go to the imperial beard metropolis, to commission the lawyer, and begin the plot of our lands .'
There was a hurly burly at the top of the steps, and master Drad went to inquire. 'What 's going on ?'He shouted to the top.
He heard air force officer Shadd 's voice. 'We got ourselves a Pyr Shark, and its a big one too. We need to get it below deck of cards quickly, senior pilot !'There was another clunk, and then a outcry from a crew extremity. 'He is slithering all around, Sir .'
Pyr sharks are no couple in the water, at home in even the cold weewee in Tamriel. They produce an push attack through the sting on their heads, which sends a pore shock wave through the body of water and can kill even a bulky human from 6 ft. away. They were found to be nearing extinction, and since they keep the levels of debacle Fish down, which eat most other edible fish, they are much needed in Tamriel 's waters.
'Commander !'Godhead Drad yelled at Shadd. 'That is illegal to consume aboard this ship, and if were were caught by the Imperial navy, we would be fined a hefty little fee. So get it off the deck, NOW !'
Commander Shadd wasted no time. 'You heard him, feller. Toss it !'Maker Drad heard the spattering, and then the men cheering. 'Alright boys, man sail, and I need the other half of ya to get these fish down into the freight grip, in the destine container !'Came the commander 's articulation again.
God Almighty Drad finished his tea, then he and Arla went to the top deck of cards, where the last of the fish were being carried off to the cargo hold. He lead Arla along the pack of cards again, to see all the meshwork, with her troika. She enjoyed being taken on these walks, being able-bodied to show she was owned by a Lord.
They went then to the police captain 's nuzzle, which was now covered, due to commandant Shadd 's guild, making it a proper bridge of the ship. It was covered in a wooden cabin, with clear crank window on each side, and the steering wheel in the midsection. There were also desks and drawers.
The Commander made his way to the bridge, and smiled .'I had the boy fix this up last night. We figured that it would get colder in the Polar Sea, and we ca n't suffer our Captain halt on us at the steering wheel, Sire .'He roared. 'Hope you are not disappointed in my thinking, maitre d'hotel .'
'No, No !'Said Lord Drad to the commandant with a smile .'I am thankful. I am glad of your thinking, Commander Shadd .'
The Orc smiled all-encompassing. He was certainly at rest home on the ship, being large enough for him to savour commanding. Even his movement were that of a young Elf, compared to a lot of Orcs, showing he was gaining fatigue on the trip.
'Commander, the shark you pulled up .'Godhead Drad began. 'Next metre you catch one, what you need to do is off it on pack of cards, below the rails, and gut it. Get the skin, eyes, and all useful and valuable pieces you can, then shove it off pack of cards. Take all the grounds, and toss it in chests, which we have lot of in our holds. Throw it in the cargo custody, and I will adjudicate what to do with it from there .'
'Aye, maitre d'hotel .'He barked. 'It 'll be done .'
overlord Drad then manned the wheel, as Arla stood behind him. She noticed that the boxershorts were all nicely finished. They were perfectly in ordination. This was, she noticed, the hired hand craftsmanship of an Orc. She then realized that all the console and such were done by Commander Shadd himself, not a crew member.
'Arla, go into my cabin, and fetch me the maps of the Sea of ghostwriter .'Her master copy ordered. She ran to get it, returning within minutes. 'Now, go to the Sir William Chambers, and wait me there .'She again took off.
Lord Drad plotted a trend on the function, marking them with string, so the Commander knew which routs to follow for the Nox. He then set the 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 attack going.
That was another thing he had not thought of. Wood, for the ardour of the ship. He had not checked supplies for over a month, seeing as how the Admiral had always taken care of that aspect. But whether commandant Shadd knew of it, Drad could not guess..
When he entered his William Chambers, lord Drad looked to his fireplace, and the total of wood next to it. He saw that it had another hebdomad of woodwind instrument, then it would be depleted. His mind was soon turned to Arla, whom was naked upon his bed, her legs crossed and her face blushed.
'Arla, come .'Lord Drad told her. She got off of the bed, and crawled to her skipper, as a little kitten. He put his handwriting out, and she licked it gently for its salt. She then licked it again. Lord Drad put a small treat in his hand, and let her bat it up. 'Get into the bed, my wanted pet .'He said.
Arla did as her overlord told her to, crawling into the cover song, and wrapping up tightly in them. God Almighty Drad unlaced his pants, and undid his belt, taking them off, then his shirt as well. He climbed into the bed with his striver, and held onto her with firmness. 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 lips tenderly. He returned her kiss softly, gentle 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 headmaster to mount her, and take her as he had all rights to. He was her Master, and she was to be used as he saw fit. Her was on top of her before she knew it, and his script groping at her breasts harshly, squeezing them firm and tight in his digit. She giggled, and he began to suck on one, then the other.
She purred as he began to cream at her stomach, and down further, to her flabby mound. She moaned as her Master pleased her. She softly cried out loud, and tightened her ramification up around him, keeping him there.
Her master broke free from her legs, and crawled up her tummy, until he was lined up with her. He then penetrated her slowly, feeling himself go into her : the soft walls of her tight to the touch, and wet as a rainfall. She moaned lightly at first, then it turned to a slight cry as her master key pushed more, through her Hymen, breaking her open. He then slowly made love to her, as the ship rocked back and Forth River.

lord Drad lay in bed smoking his pipe, and watching the Sun go way down in the windowpane. He puffed at the sweet leaf that was from Black Reginald Marsh. He felt Arla 's hands warmly on his lap, where she lay asleep.
It was sunset when he got out of bed, and got dressed. Arla got up with the commotion, 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 !'noble Drad yelled out. The Orc could be seen in the space coming up the deck of cards.
'Yes, police captain !'He boomed his voice, still trashy from ten invertebrate foot away.
'Get the deck cleared off, commander. We are going to set up our banquet .'Lord Drad said to him, now within a few feet of him. 'Have the barrels on deck set up in a line, and then place some boards on them, a makeshift board. Have the kitchen gang set up vino mound, and chalice, and all the banquet settings. I will retort in an hour to check the advancement, then begin 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 bbl and such in a channel in the centerfield of the deck, setting up chairs. She knelt down before her skipper, at his slope .'I await your monastic order, Master .'She said calmly.
'Just follow, Arla .'He said .'I am going into the kitchen in a little bit, to aid prepare the banquet tonight. You will be my spear carrier hands in there .'
'I understand, maestro .'She replied, looking out into the great sea. Her cloak was lovesome, and cold air cruised by her cloak, chilling her buttock, making them cherry red.
Her captain looked at her figure, up and down, searching as he may. He studied her intently, for every line, color, and wafture in her cutis and figure of speech. He saw his hard worker was beautiful, and that she was a prize beyond his wants, beyond his needs. She was a giving, he thought.
'Arla, as you may be intimate, I am a nobleman, and soon to be not only the enumeration of Winterhold, but of Dresden as well, which will be a new county, between Bravil and incus, and just compass 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 come up to each of my titles, and how to properly act with each deed of conveyance, when it is in place .'Her Master told her as he now leaned over the bow of the ship, looking at the waves being sliced through by the belly of it.
'Yes, overlord, I shall do my honest to hear .'She told him, holding on to him by his cloak, to do sure he did not fall.
'Arla, I have been at sea since I was thirteen ; 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 captain as they went into the kitchen, where all the Captain Cook crew were moving about this way and that, preparing and cooking for the Nox 's repast. Her captain walked down the row, and they all moved from his path. He walked to the very back of the pack of cards, and took his cloak off in the belittled room for the Cook. Arla took hers off as well.
'I am going to take your tether off, because once we get to cooking, we will not sustain room for it, and you will require to be quick as you can on your feet in there .'Her Master told her. 'Just do as I say, and you should do just ticket .'He then stepped into the busy kitchen, and made his way to where two men were preparing fish.
He leaned over them, and nodded. 'Make sure as shooting to season them, but not too a good deal .'He suggested. 'The insolence of them will make them hone as is, really, only needing to add a few spicery .'He made a round of the kitchen, correcting footling thing here and there, and cooking a few youngster cup of tea. He showed them a few things as well, like how to cook the Pisces the Fishes without it burning before it is done. 'You bake it first, to cook the middle, then you fry it, browning the outdoor perfectly .'
Arla stayed veracious behind her professional, 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 small sailor on that duty .'I love sauces .'He told Arla. 'When it comes to angle, only a few are just right, and More than many are just not compatible. These sauces are to go on the murphy and rice, not the Pisces the Fishes. Only one affair will go on the fish, and that is maybe some wine-colored, or some ale, just for measure .'He added a bit of basil to the sauce, then went about doing former various affair. He got all the sauces to a furuncle, and kept them broiling for a few minutes, before he pointed to a stack of genus Pan. '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 slew, and elegantly pulled out three, then made her swift comeback, without bumping one crew member. She handed them to her maestro with a bow of her brain. He took them, and filled each with a dissimilar sauce. He then put the exploited commode into the cup of tea trey.
'The sauces are set up, just keep them cold for another hr, then dish up them with the potatoes and rice when they go out. But heat it back up, of grade .'He shouted to the chef .'I am going to broil the fish, you get on slicing white potato vine and preparing them for being fried .'
They were in the kitchen for a good two hours, before master Drad finally went above pack of cards, and got some fresh air. 'Arla, it is a wonderful, but cold Night. We are going to be drinking, and the crew may get rowdy .'He said, as he leaned over the rail. 'If you are in any way bothered by one of the crew, then you come find me, and stick with me. I do not want anything going wrong this night. We have a nice meal about to be brought up, and we have fifty-three people that are going to be sharing a table, along with their ale .'
'I understand, Master .'She said. 'May I have my three back on, Master ?'She asked suddenly, and brightly. She smiled as he linked it onto her. 'Thank you, my Maker .'She said happily.
Lord Drad made his way back to the cabin, and put his cloak up. He put on a hard cloak, that was printed with the Nobility cachet of Winterhold, Skyrim. He then set upon his head the war helmet, with the antlers of a deer in it as saddle horn. His sword was then strapped to his slope ; not his usual cavalry sword, but a immense claymore, fit for the manus of a set Knight.
Arla helped her schoolmaster put the sword on, and toss his cloak over himself. She then pulled out his pipe and packed it then, so after diner, she could already have it ready for him to smoke, knowing her Master would need it. He was rather predictable when it came to that.
'Keep this on you all night .'He gave her a short blade, which militia used as English coat of arms. 'Strap it to your English, under your cloak, and keep it cockeyed. The crowd will have tossed back a few ales before the night is old .'
Arla strapped the sword to a belt, and laced it under her cloak, as her Master told her to do. She then pulled her vest closer to her, for warmth. Her overlord took hold of the leash, when she got it on, and tugged her, leading them to the deck once more.
They came up, and God Almighty Drad sat at the head of the mesa, with Arla at his left. commander Shadd was granted the polar head of the board. When most of the crew had taken their seats, the kitchen work party came up and placed the platters of food down upon the table, covered with lids.
They sat down in their office, then awaited in quiet for their Captain to take the beginning bite, and signal the rest to eat. Arla saw her Master, as he cut into the first sharpness of fish ; crispy and easy to cut. He put the tasty core to his rim, and ate of it. He closed his eyes, and tasted all the flavors of it, before swallowing.
The work party then began to junket, grabbing this and that, adding it to their plates. Arla fixed herself a plate, then waited for her master copy 's signal, which came as soon as she had filled her goblet with wine. She began eating, letting the taste of the food for thought carry her away.
Lord Drad spoke with the new admiral of the ship, whom was to his right, and got acquainted with him. His name was Cleaver Villies, from the imperial beard City. Lord Drad also found that he was a old hand at the ocean, 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 logical system set .'admiral Villies explained to his Captain.
The night was unclouded, as the work party all dined on the deck of the ship, the sang-froid atmospheric condition upon them, as they dove into the nutrient with inflammation. When all was finished, the kitchen gang cleaned up the tabular array, and brung out a dessert of fresh fried Nord squid, which where a few caught in the nets.
The crew liked them, popping the fried delight into their rima oris quickly, one after another, until they were completely finished. The salty treats satisfied their stomachs, and their head were now in want of entertainment .'A violin and flute is needed .'Said one member of the glide crowd. 'And a lute as well would do nicely .'
Lord Drad could tell it was going to be a long night from there, hearing another member down the table say .'I have a lute in my bench chest !'He heard another speak .'I know how to act as the violin, but alas I have not one here .'
The table erupted into chatter about what cat's-paw were needed, and what they could use. lord Drad decided to have a bit of fun now .'I have an ocarina, which is close enough to a transverse flute, lads !'He spoke aloud. 'Now someone get that man a violin, there is one on this ship SOMEwhere .'
The crew scurried to get their legal instrument, and find the violin. Arla sat in her chairwoman, having not been yet told to get up. Her headmaster stepped away from the table, and made his way into the cabin, where he remained a few instant. He then came out carrying a blue ocarina in his manus, small and somewhat.
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 bunch returned, just sitting on the table and hot seat. At last-place, one member came up with a violin in his work force. 'Found it in the old closet, on the third deck, Captain .'He said, a smile on his face.
'My epithet is Sask Andril, and I am the man for the violin .'Said a embonpoint member of the work party .'I have been playing since I was a wee one back in New Rock .'He said, taking the instrument, and pulling the bow across the strings in a snort of sounds.
Godhead Drad began with a low, long note, and the rest joined him, creating a musical rhythm and beat. They went on for seemingly a few time of day, occasionally stopping for breathing space and ale. Arla sat in her chair and listened to her skipper play, and the distinction he used for each song. She was talented for picking out tune.
When the music stopped, Lord Drad put up his sweet potato, and sat at his seat once more, the crew dispersing below deck one by one. He was amazed that they got off the pack of cards without a fight or an argument one. He was pleased how they handled their Alcohol.
'Arla, we are going to drive a small walk about the ship, then go to bed, alright .'Almighty Drad told his hard worker, whom was now curled up in her chair, her cloak about her as fur. She got up, and went right into her Master 's arms, holding him for that warmth, and comforter. She only let go when he started moving forward. 'When you get in bed tonight, make sure as shooting to put wood on the firing first ... We will postulate it for tonight. We are getting closer to the Pole, so the weather will now start to get colder than you have ever felt before .'
Arla was lead to the poop of the ship, where the wafture ejected by the ship could be seen in the Moonlight. She was amazed to see a wave descent about the back of the ship half the sizing 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 calendar week, Arla .'Her maestro told her as they walked now to the front of the ship, seeing the rapid bowel movement of the ship through the water supply. 'Are you ready to become a peeress of the courts ?'He asked.
Arla looked to her maestro, and said with confidence. 'Master, I shall do as I can to please you. If it pleases you, I am set, my lord .'
Lord Drad stopped walking after they were at the table once more. He looked up, to the Moons, and then to his slave. 'You 're special, Arla, I promise .'
The fire was lit verge hot soon after they returned to Lord Drad 's sleeping accommodation. He quickly got out of his cloak, and put on something thicker under it, then slipped it back on until the fervency heated the room more. Arla stayed in her cloak, until the fervidness was at a steady holloa, with wood stacked to its top.
It took a few minutes, but eventually, the tingle in the air was gone, and Arla could submit off her cloak. Her skipper took his off, and she grabbed it, to hang them both on the wheel in the office. She then came back, and stoked the fire, opening up air in it, and Thomas More flames. It was soon toasty warm in the cabin, enough for Lord Drad to plunder and get into his bed.
Arla was not supposed to be in her dress anyways, and quickly got out of them, before her captain caught her with it. She then came to the bed and knelt before it. 'Master, may I come up into your bed ?'She asked obediently.
He looked to her bare descriptor, slightly shivering still from the bone chilling common cold. 'Come, Arla, and join me in my bed .'He said softly.
Once in bed, she looked to her Master 's face, and spoke. 'Master, I am required to tell you of my noncompliance .'She said .'I was not nude, when I came into your elbow room, and I apologize, victor. I ask that you be merciful with me, it being my first time ?'Her optic were big and puritanic, her hair in her cheek as a doll.
But Lord Drad took no ruth on skirt 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 offenses like that .'His voice was confection, somehow.
Arla nodded, then nuzzled into Lord Drad 's neck and shoulders. Her olfactory organ was insensate, but her sass soft, moist, and warm. Her fuzz smelled of flower, as they laid in bed, she made the shroud feel like satin, covering him smoothly. He felt her arms go about him, and her lips kiss his neck opening. He leaned, putting her arm about her, and returning her kiss.
'Sleep, master copy ?'She asked, innocently.
'Ahhh, yes, sleep, Arla'He said, turning, but still holding her, and closing his heart. She did the like, sleeping as her head hit the pillow .