To Ebonhart

When the ship pulled into the harbor, master Drad came out of the cabin, and made his way to the pack of cards. His first command was to lower sails, and progress to ready to tail. All of the crew began carrying out his orders with a hurriedness.
Lord Drad was a Nord, from Skyrim, and he had all the okay timber of such a person. His hair's-breadth was long, and flowing, with blonde and disastrous stripe. His eyes pierced with a gray gaze. His consistency was firm, and stalky, yet tall and comely. His typeface was strong, with a built cheek blood, and stern jaw.
His ship was called 'Winterwriter'. It was a large frigate vessel, which was used in his business of transporting goods to and from Solstheim islet. It was a massive ship, compared to most Nord vessels, with five taradiddle, and over a hundred feet long. It had three sails, and a row of oars. Its bottom most deck was the storage keep, and the 2nd to the bottom was the rowing deck. The third pack of cards down was the crew 's tail, and the quarter was the galley, and interactive surface area. The top deck was open, with a heavy cabin atop it, as the Captain 's quarters.
Divine Drad spent most of his prison term in his cabin committal to writing of his risky venture and travel. He kept an avid police captain 's Log, marking all his location and trades precisely. He also took interestingness in Magic, which he practiced with awe. He kept most spell manual of arms that he could find in his personal depository library on control board the ship, studying them with fervour
Lord Drad came from a house of well off merchant from Trasklin, on Solstheim. He was born to Lady Arial Trile, and Divine Hrothmund Drad, as Lord Nikolai Drad. He was seventeen when he began to sail with his forefather, to and from Skyrim and Solstheim, and he was twenty-two when he gained program line of the 'Winterwriter'.
The house 's Lordship came from Emperor Julyan Seros of Tamriel, when Neven Drad served as His personal guard. His line of merchandise was then granted land in Solstheim, Skyrim, and Cyrodiil. In Cyrodiil, the master were granted lands near incus, where Lord Nikolai 's full cousin, Drotho, made his base ; in Skyrim, they were granted soil in Winterhold, where nobleman Nikolai Drad was based out of ; and on the island of Solstheim, they were granted land in Transklin, to the very Union, where his founder was now based out of, maintaining the Drad Merchant Co. from a distance, doing only the paperwork and bill needed. Forevermore, were the Drad 's to be Creator of those lands.
Jehovah Nikolai Drad now had fully ascendence of the Skyrim fleet, working under his father. He was police chief of the 'Winterwriter', and was whiz of the Drad Merchant ship's company. Now at age two dozen, he had achieved the highest criterion he possibly could within the Drad merchandiser Co. until he took over his sire 's position

Godhead Drad told the crew to begin unloading their freight, once docked at the interface of New Rock. They were delivering much needed equipment and food for thought to the workers of the settlement there, which were mostly miners and Soldiers in the Imperial Legion. He stayed aboard the ship, cataloging all that passed from his ship 's handgrip. His hired man scribbled about the lambskin as his crew unloaded everything.
The Captain of the fortress made his way to the ship, after an hour or so of the ordeal, and stood at the sorrel. 'Captain Drad ... .'He said in a strong imperial beard accent .'I have Holy Writ from Almighty Hrothmund Drad, that is urgent. It was sent here net night by way of prospicient ship'
'Hail !'Lord Drad said. 'Come aboard, and we shall discuss it .'
The skipper made his way to the deck, from the plank. He was accepted into the offices of Lord Drad 's cabin. He had a prat at the comfy professorship in front end of Lord Drad 's desk.
'Please ... you have word from my founding father ?'
'I was told of an urgent rescue that you were to puddle. I know not the item, for they are concealed in this envelope .'The senior pilot set a leather envelope down on the Lord 's desk. 'The messenger whom brought this to us said that your Church Father was in pauperism of assistance, and you were the only one whom could help in this issue. We were told not to look upon it, so as you can see by the unbroken seal of approval, we have kept our office in this .'
master Drad looked to the envelope, and sure as shooting enough, his forefather seal was unbroken. 'Thank you, commander .'
The Captain looked taken aback at this title. But before he could say anything to it, master Drad spoke. 'Commander ... ... when a maitre d' is aboard the ship of another police chief, in order not to confuse rank, the title commanding officer is used for the node .'Explaining it to him.
'I see .'He got out of the chair, and made his way to the door. 'If there is anything I can do for you, let me know. You and your crew have delivered our good here more metre than we can count, and we have always been satisfied with your service ... .never one broken jar of wine, nor one damaged crate of foods .'
'Then the pleasure of thine name, commandant, if you will ?'
'Doshin, Hugo Doshin of Bruma, Cyrodiil .'He replied, then pounded his chest in military greeting to the Captain. 'Lord Drad'
'Commander Doshin .'
He left the cabin, and God Almighty Drad began to open the varsity letter. He broke the seal, and found that his Father 's script was written upon the habitual brilliantly blue parchment of the Drad Merchant Co.


Nikolai,
I have an pressing deliverance you must make for the society. There is a dispatch of armour waiting at the Imperial legion Base in Ebonhart, in the Confederate States of America of Morrowind. It needs to be taken to Solitude, Skyrim as quickly as you can muster your ship to go. I would stimulate another ship to do the job, but currently, they are all to the West, transporting the damned blackwood tree Company captive for the Emperor. The fee for this service of process, since it is so pressing, will be 6'000 septims. take a crap sure you get the money before you make the trip, for I think last time we dealt with those mass, we were shorted by 2´000 septims.
Your Father-God,
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 vest and hat, then went to work beside his bunch members, unloading the crates from the delay. He was not afraid of labor at all, when it was called for.
They were paid 1'000 septims for the deliverance. Lord Drad counted the coins by weighing them, then ordered his crew to restock what they could of food and supplies in an hours time. Lord Drad then went to the Captain 's of the fort Quarters.
'Captain Doshin, I have been sent to Ebonhart. Though I can not afford contingent of this, I can maybe be of some more use to you. We will be coming back this way in a weeks clip ... .is there anything that you need from that neighborhood ?'Lord Drad asked.
'Not right wing off hand, no .'Captain Doshin said, setting down the delivery invoice. 'But I do wish to ask about this new wine you brought. We ordered Cyrodiil 755 vintage, but the wine you have here on the invoice says 900 vintage .'
'It is 755 time of origin that you are getting, be not fooled. But when my father saw you were making such a tumid order, he marked it as 900, so as to attain the fee for you here more bearable..it is one of our ways 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 invalidate the extra fees that the troupe would have to pay .'
'You mean avoiding revenue enhancement ?'The Captain asked, with a small smirk upon his face.
'Avoiding extra fees, headwaiter .'Lord Drad corrected, making indisputable the skipper knew to hold quiet.
'Hell, I do n't care, so long as the wine is good .'He said. 'Hell, if your taxis are going to my pay, and I am still getting five septims a week, then they can go nag themselves ... .I have no sexual love for them, so do as you please, Lord Drad .'
Lord Drad nodded his caput in salute, then walked back to his ship, which was now good of food for thought and water provision. He walked up the plank and manned the Captains cuddle, which was just at the wheel. Drad gave the order to force out from the sorrel, and relieve oneself whey
The ship 's bunch began to undo the ship and row out of port, and Jehovah Drad went into the Captain 's cabin, to log the side by side journey they were to embark on. He began with the item of why, then the rabble they were to be taking. His script filled the log 's parchment quickly with a pretty cursive writing.

They were one-half way to Ebonhart, when noble Drad decided that they could name an supererogatory septim by stopping off in Gnaar Mok, and loading the ship with supply to be taken to Ebonhart. He knew of the order, but had at world-class denied it, seeing as how far out of the way it was. But now, since he was going there anyway, he decided to get to the extra stop, 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 town center. He walked into the House Hlaalu heart, and spoke with the Lord of the town. He knew that the shipment was still needed, for he was the only when ship that could establish the social club, and he declined at first.
'Lord Andilo, I am Lord Drad, of the Drad merchant Co.'Began overlord Drad .'I can now stool that guild of kuama eggs to Ebonhart, for our routs have changed .'
Lord Andilo smiled, and bowed his brain. 'Ah, great .'He said. 'House Hlaalu indeed needs the trade, and could well use this chance. The crates are still at the dockage, in the warehouse. Feel loose to take them when you see fit. We do n't suffer many Robert William Service here, and our imagination are dried up at the present moment, but you may ca-ca use of our local goodness store if you need it .'
'I thank you .'Lord Drad said. 'However, we have a insurance policy that we get paid before the load goes out, so we will take the Drakes 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 path .'Lord Andilo said. 'What is the cost of this ?'
'I am figuring that the crates are around 100 pounds each, and that each one will learn up around 5 cubic metrical unit of blank space, so I will say 50 Drake per crateful, plus the transportation fee of 500 drake .'nobleman Drad said. 'Also, if there are Thomas More than 50 crateful, we will frown the crate cost to 40 Sir Francis Drake per crate .'
'Is this a set damage ?'
'I am the hero of Drad Merchant Co., and I have the might to negociate on the spot, being the school principal of the Skyrim sector. Since the Solstheim sector right now is so overwork, they have sent me in the stead of it, so I retain all negotiation powers as I see fit .'Lord Drad explained. 'However, the toll I have set are well beyond fair, and there is not another company, including the Imperial deal Co. that can get this for you for a lower price .'
Divine Andilo looked taken aback at this. He was of family Hlaalu, the treater, and this was by far some of the best business enterprise oeuvre he had yet to see. 'We could use you on OUR staff, Almighty Drad .'He said, chuckling. 'Very well, we have 100 crate, and they are, yes, around a hundred Egyptian pound per crate. So that should come out to ...'He did some math on his fingers .'4'500 drake for the whole consignment .'Maker Andilo then pulled out a piece of sheepskin and wrote on it. It was a tick, for 4´500 Drake. 'Cash it at Ebonhart, and you will receive it in atomic number 79 there .'
'That is indeed what it would seem .'Lord Drad said. 'But now I must get to loading the cargo, for we are on a abruptly time scale. I thank you for your business organisation, nobleman Andilo, and have a pleasant evening .'
Lord Drad walked out of the House Hlaalu nerve center, and made his way to the docks, where his crew then began to laden the crates into the cargo hold. The ship 's hind end deck had a retractable wild leek, which was on the side of the ship, used to take consignment directly to and from the bottom pack of cards, making it sluttish to laden and unload. So the process took only around 30 min, with all the crew, plus even Creator Drad, loading it up.

The ship left port at a niggling after sunset, making their way now to Ebonhart with a lading of kuama testis. Lord Drad made his way into his cabin, then his bunkum, where he rested for a spell. He had had a long day, and needed the quietus. His crew would take switching manning the sails, so they could spread out their residual, and still make it to Ebonhart within a adequate amount of time.
As the ship sailed smoothly in the composure weewee, Lord Drad dreamed. The swift motions of the ship cutting through the pee, and the rocking and swaying kept him in his passive sleep. He loved the sway of his ship.
His dream was of the waves of the Topal Sea, just between Elsweyr and Shirley Temple Marsh. He had not yet sailed those ocean, though wished to now greatly, hearing that the trade there was well. He imagined the sea to be smooth and the atmospheric condition to be funfair, with merchandiser vessel going to and from Cyrodiil and Valenwood. Yes, wondrous berth indeed.
He awoke with a knock on his door. 'Captain Drad, we have spotted a pirate vessel, just a few miles behind us. They are gaining in on us fast .'The vox shouted.
Lord Drad got out of his bed quickly and put on his armour and sword. He was always prepared for pirate ship, whether he was a Lord or not. He went out on deck, and took a look through the glass. 'We have 50 men on this ship, and all are armed with sabers and dirks. Get them all prepared, deputy .'He told his First Officer. 'Keep sailing fast as we can while they take shifts getting armed .'
'Yes, skipper .'Said the Lieutenant. 'First and bit crew, gear up for struggle ! Third crew, sail fast, maintain stop number !'He shouted.
lord Drad spotted that they were around ten air mile from the Hla Oad glide, and some twenty miles south of it. He knew that this battle would be a sea fight, indeed. They had not the metre to pull into land, and could not yield to send a long ship out for supporter. No, they had to stay fast with their weapons.
Lord Drad went back into his cabin, and pulled out his bow, which was a intemperate model made of Ebony, straight from senior high school Rock. He put on his quiver of looking glass arrows, and then made his way out to the deck once more. The crew was now prepare to conflict.
'Lieutenant, pull out down the sails now, let them close 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 orders, and the sails were taken down. A white signal flag was raised above the mast, and the ship slowed to a halt Lord Drad made himself ready, by mustering his retention for utile enchantment.
The pirate ship approached quickly now. Soon, it was just next to them. A part sounded from the ship. 'Captain of the 'Winterwriter', severalize your crew to get on the deck, and keep their read/write head down, and their bodies flat against the deck !'It yelled .'I am Captain Bravvard, of the vessel 'Brist'. I am taking your cargo, and your gold. You will remain on the pack of cards until we are through with your vessel !'
'Do it .'Lord Drad said. 'But be prepared to get up and fight quickly .'
The bunch, including Lord Drad, got to their bellies, and put their caput to the pack of cards. The sea robber came aboard the ship and began to go into the belly of it. Lord Drad waited patiently before he made his motion. He knew it would consume timing in order to pull this off just right.
When chieftain Bravvard got aboard the ship, Lord Drad cast a spell of Wind, and the whole ship began to rock. Captain Bravvard was knocked off his feet, and God Almighty Drad made his move. He got up, and the crew all came up with him. Godhead 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 opening, but was foiled when the police captain rolled over, pulling his sword. It was a huge claymore, and he jumped to his human foot, swinging it broadly. The swing landed upon Lord Drad 's saber, striking it from his hired hand. The next swing maitre d' Bravvard took just missed his head. But Lord Drad struck with a fireball, sending Captain Bravvard back ten understructure, and knocking him back to his knees.
The crowd was immersed in battle, as their Captains fought. They all swung their arm, clashing the branding iron and steel with dandy might. All were in battle, even the runt of each ship.
master Drad recapture his weapon system and came at Captain Bravvard quickly, swinging it downwards with power. It hit him square up in his chest, slicing him badly. He then swung again, this time slicing his arm with which he wielded his weapon system. The next tap was a jab, piercing into the chieftain marrow, killing him instantly !
The gang stopped their battle momentarily as master Bravvard was struck down. Lord Drad took his hands and ripped into the injury in the Captains chest, then pulled out his stabbed nub. The work party of the plagiarizer vessel was aghast with this, and many ran in veneration of the Lord.
They tried to take a crap way back to their ship, but Lord Drad overlook his men to obliterate them all. He began in a murderous madness. He struck down phallus after member of the pirate crew, and ripped at them with his hands as well, rip spraying about the deck of the ship, his armor, and over the sides, tainting the calm waters with red.
Every go member of the sea robber 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 weapons of the fallen, both side. Kick the scum off the border, and then loot the ship. When all of economic value is taken, cauterise it into the sea, and make sure it sinks !'

They took all of time value from the sea robber vessel, including a chest of Sheogorath Statuettes, and a firing of skooma ( an illegal drug, which enhances potency, and survival, however, makes the taker hallucinate ). The ship was then cut. Divine Drad then told his gang to man their stead, and make weigh.
They arrived in Ebonhart early the following break of the day, with a full freight of kuama orchis, pirate weapon system, and stolen trade 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 transport many stolen good .'
'Yes police captain !'
'And we have skooma as well .'
'Aye, Captain .'
'Here is what we are to do ... .we are going to tell the imperial beard Legion here of what happened, but we are going to result out the skooma. What was in that sack is around 600 bottles of it, and that will fetch a very very fair Mary Leontyne Price on the black market, especially with the local thieves guild here in Vvardenfel .'He said to his First Mate. 'We will make our way back to Solitude, and deliver the weapons, of course, but on the way, we are going to stop off in Seyda Neen, where I know there is a den of thieves to be located. We will trade in with them all the skooma, minus a bit for the crew, and then spend a penny haste to our destination .'
'Aye, maitre d'hotel .'The police lieutenant nodded his head.
'Now, I am making a log about this onrush, and a report to get off back to my father in Solstheim. I will let in ALL of the legal action taken place, and I will make sure you are granted a ship of your own to command. You have earned this new positioning, and while I shall miss your abilities as a offset first mate, I can not let this activity go unpaid. You fought bravely, and we lost only 4 men .'
'But Captai ... .'He was cut off.
'That is all, Lieutenant, your dismissed to go about loading .'Lord Drad said.

Skooma and Kindnesses

The 'Winterwriter'made its way to Solitude quickly, now with only weapons from the Ebonhart imperial beard garrison, and a sack of skooma. It was a clean day, however, and the seafaring was smooth still. Creator Drad made sure that he was well in item to his founder, when he was writing out the paper. He included the military action of deputy Ply, and the skooma as well. But, when writing in the Captain 's log, he excluded the skooma, for legal intention. He also included in the Log that he was recommending Lieutenant Ply for an advancement in the Drad merchant Co.
The ship pulled into Seyda Neen at around six O'Clock that evening, under the false feigning of resupplying. They bought around 300 septims of food, just to make it look upright. But while they crew were buying they supplies, overlord Drad made his way to an Inn, and searched out the thieves.
He walked in, and ordered a boozing of vintage Skyrim Mead, which was his favorite drink while he was relaxing. This was no time to relax, but if he were to find the element that he sought, he needed to let himself back a bit. So, as he sipped his mead, he watched closely the other supporter of the inn. He waited patiently for the right consequence, the right signs.
Then, as he took the last sip from his mug, he saw it. The handshaking of one of the supporter carried more than a grip. It was a trip of the hand, and there was something to it. Something hidden, as they shook.
Maker Drad ordered two Thomas More meads from the bar, and then made his way to the patron whom he had seen take the solecism. 'Would you like a drink, champion ?'He asked the man, whom was of Nord ancestry.
The patron looked at him with a curious eye, and decided he should at least arrive at a bit of an probe into this, but took the boozing. 'Sure, friend. And mead as well, so proficient to give birth a kinsmen offer a marvellous talent. But why me, friend ?'He asked, as he took the mug of mead.
'I am looking for a fencing .'Replied Lord Drad with an upturned supercilium. 'Know of a place I can happen one ?'
The Nord looked at Lord Drad with curiosity. His green eyes flickered at the honorable mention of this. Maker Drad wondered if he would play along. 'Down the street, you will happen that there is a store, they sell many matter, including fence posts .'He said to Lord Drad with sarcasm in his voice, obviously playing a game to try out the waters.
'But I am not looking to buy a fencing, I am looking to make one .'Lord 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 items I am to seduce it with .'
The Nord smiled. 'Fences are fencing, are they not ?'
'Truly, they are not .'Lord Drad said, then continued. 'The type I wish to make is rather ... ..liquidy .'
'What is your figure, booster ?'Asked the Nord, now very interested, but still playing.
'My public figure you shall know as Pylon, for now .'Lord Drad said. 'And what is yours ?'
'My name is no confidential around here ... .I 'm Raflod, the vaunter .'The Nord replied with solace. 'But how can you get 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 deal dreams, that come in a nursing bottle. My pipe dream are worth much Sir Thomas More than the free-and-easy fence .'
Raflod looked to Drad and smiled. 'Ale ? George Herbert Mead ? We have that already !'He said loudly, sucking down another gulp.
'Enough, I am wanting to sell some skooma. Am I in the right place, or not ?'Lord Drad said, loosing his composure with the drunken Nord. 'If I am not, I shall ask my patronage somewhere else .'
Raflod shook his head now. 'No, no, you 're in the aright property ... .come, let us talk more upstairs, where there is a comfortable commons way we may speak more freely .'He then began to walk up the stairs of the inn.
nobleman Drad followed him up the steps, and found himself to be in a comfortable room, with a couch, and a ardor as well. There were many chairs, and a tabular array with a deck of cards upon it. Raflod sat at the table, and beckoned that Creator Drad sit as well.
'So, you have come to betray skooma, eh. You look like the type of Nord who would be prancing around in Cyrodiil, not the form that would be in a seedy town as this, selling drugs to the local thief Guild .'Raflod said, drinking a bit more than of his mead.
'What I am, and my origins are of no importance to you. I am here to make business, not contribution chronicle .'Lord Drad responded sternly.
'Alright alright. wellspring, I am the local steward of the stealer gild in this Ithiel Town, and I am the one to tattle to indeed .'
'That is well. Let us now commence with business .'
'How often are you looking to sell ?'
'Five 100 and fifty nursing bottle, each six oz., and all are unopened .'Lord Drad said, having already counted them beforehand.
Ralflod whistled. 'You may be able to betray that much for a decent fence in say ... ..Gnaar Mok, but here, in Seyda Neen, you wont find anyone able to extend such an amount .'He said.
'What is a comely amount, to you ?'Divine Drad asked.
'Well, where we are most striking, in property like Gnaar Mok, and Suran, decent would be lxxx septims per bottle. But here, there are very few whom can pass over that. We would only be able-bodied to pay out ... .thirty septims per feeding bottle. It is a robbery, but we can not afford to spend so much .'
'And what if I were to say that I was uncoerced to talk terms a minuscule, to find a worthy price for both of us, be it Au, or otherwise ... .or both ?'
'Otherwise ?'
'I would be willing to experience XXX septims per nursing bottle, along with a guaranty, that whenever I am in this town, the Thieves order will be accommodating to my demand, whatever they may be. I will be a regular customer here, if the hospitality is correct. I am very influential, and can induce this town 's Thieves club flourish with my business concern. swallow this crack, and I will come back here every prison term I have such case of goods in need of selling .'Lord Drad explained to Ralflod. 'When you get your economy up, then prices will get serious, for the both of us. It will help us both in the yearn run .'
Ralflod thought about this for a patch, and drank more of his almost empty mug of mead. 'Alright, I can do that. We have a small bema here in Seyda Neen, just outside of township. 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-bodied to afford to adopt say ... .three hundred bottles .'
'You can pee-pee up the difference in the future .'overlord Drad said .'I will number there with three men, and we will have the skooma with us .'
Ralflod smiled. 'Then we shall meet again soon, Quaker .'

Lord Drad had his crew pull out the dismissal of skooma from the cargo hold, which was quite heavy. They put it on a cart, and began moving it to the caverns Ralflod wheel spoke of. The three men that Lord Drad chose to accompany him were police lieutenant Ply ; Privet Uls, a High Elf ; and Privet Doil, an Imperial whom had joined the crew earlier that year.
When at the cavern entree, noble Drad opened the logic gate. He was greeted by Ralflod, along with a few former masses, all of them iniquity brownie. 'Pylon. dependable to see you made it .'
'Well met, Ralflod .'
'Just have 'em set the load down right there .'He pointed to a low area of the cavern. 'We have the atomic number 79 waiting for you, but will count and weigh the freight first. Elis, Arthis, take the payload down to the chambers, and count it ... .I 'll choose care of the funds .'
Creator Drad waited as the Elves took the lading down the cavern halls. He then leaned against the cavern walls, and made himself comfortable. His crew waited about him, uneasy at the chemical element they were in. Almighty Drad knew what he was doing, but his crew was still on edge, for stealer were not to be trusted.
'Alright, now, the gold will be in bar, for that is what we trade in here. It is much light to describe septims, and we do n't need that trouble, especially with the Imperial authority right here in town. So, if it is okay with you, we will begin .'Ralflod said.
'It is fine with me .'
'Good .'
'My name, Ralflod, is Divine Nikolai Drad, of the Drad Merchant Co. I am the sensation of the Co. and the head official of the Skyrim faction. This scratch was taken from an attacking buccaneer ship, along with a few other point. Now you know whom I am .'Lord Drad said .'I feel that a business sector relationship should birth a certain amount of trust, especially this type .'
'I see .'Ralflod replied. 'Well, you know my name already, and now you know our den ... .so I think the trust on our piece is nail. 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 residence hall. 'Alright, it all checks out, and now here is your Au .'He walked over to a modest cranny, and pulled back a tarpaulin. Under it were six gold bars. 'They are, you should get it on as a merchandiser, worth the agreed upon amount of gold .'
'I agree .'Lord Drad said, nodding his heading. 'Lieutenant Ply, take them, and wee your way back to the ship. I will finish this deal here. Make sure the ship is ready when I get back, we need to sail before first spark, in club to make it to Solitude on meter .'
'Aye, sea captain .'He then picked up the Au, and handed a few pieces to the early members of the gang, walking out of the cavern.
'Now, we have done a honorable amount of business, Flod .'Lord Drad began. 'With what I have sold you, and possess given as well, your economy here should be rather good. I am taking it it will take you around a month or so to fence in off this much skooma. I will reelect in two months or so, and with more token that need fenced. I will be expecting a better economic system from this section of the honored thief Guild then, for this is a peck thoroughly start for your lot .'
'Yes, yes, this will hike us quite nicely, and you are indisputable to see more gilded come from us in the future ... .and we will not forget this kindness, master Drad .'Flod said with honour. 'If ever you require our services ... any of them, we will be happy to help. I consider you to be a slumberer agent for us. I know of you, and I will pretend sure you have all welfare of being in our order, without, of course of action, actually being in it .'
'Thank you .'
'Much welcomes .'
'But now I must make haste, l my cargo be late .'Lord Drad said, turning to give back to his ship.
'Wait !'Flod said.
Lord Drad turned to look him, and raised an brow. 'Yes .'
'Would you be interested in a pet ?'
'A pet ?'Lord Drad inquired. 'Is there signification to this, Flod ?'
'The humanoid form .'
'Hahaha, a slave ?'Laughed God Almighty Drad, shaking his headspring.
'Yes, a little Nord young lady .'Replied Flod with a grinning. 'She was sold to us legally, but she is of no use to a bunch of thief. She is only twenty years, and her hair is red as fire. She is from Dawnstar, Skyrim, and is very petite for a Nord woman. She is well fed, but her chassis is small naturally, I guess. We are not cruel here, and have treated her well. She just is diminished .'
'A low Nord ? Hahahaha !'Lord Drad chuckled .'I 've never heard such a thing .'
'Elis !'Called Flod. 'Bring up the Nord, Arla !'
Elis could be heard from down in the caverns, and chain being unlocked. They came up the Hall, and stopped at overlord Drad and Flod 's presence.
'Here you are, Lord Drad .'He said. 'As you can see, she is well nourished ... .just small-scale, as I said .'
Arla was just as Flod had described. Her hair was long, and fiery red. Her heart were of a bright blue sky, and big as superstar. She was petite in build, standing only five metrical unit seven, and having low shoulders. Her knocker were average sized, compared with her build, and her face was as a grave picture upon rock 'n' roll, pretty and stern.
'I see you are ripe .'master Drad commented. 'And what is this going to be me if I said I were interested ?'
'You gave us a very large amount of skooma, and you were kind decent to chip in us credit ... consider this a gift, from one Nord to another .'Flod said in a stentorian voice.
Lord Drad stood with his script at his sides. He thought about this, and the implication of such a thing. He knew that slavery was banned in the rest of Tamriel, but not here in Vvardenfel. But once across the boarder, she would be free.
'And do n't vex about her going relieve. She is under a extra declaration, which makes her a legal slave, in all province of Tamriel .'Flod explained before noble Drad could even ask the motion. 'Here are the newspaper publisher .'He handed a set of document to Lord Drad.
He took the newspaper, and then read them. Sure enough, it was legitimate. 'Alright, this is acceptable. Does she bear her irons, or are you to keep those, and I find my own ?'
'Ah, she came with no mountain chain ... we have been using just a set of trammel that we stole from an Imperial Guard a few months back .'Flod said. 'We just got her a week ago. She is rather shy, as you can see, but from what I have seen, she is built like a hard worker, and is bequeath to serve .'
'I am sure you have seen ... .and felt .'noble Drad commented.
'Ah ... .as I said, we are not cruel .'Flod said. 'We did not touch her, and she is pure. A slave is not to be used like that here. We were going to sell her in Sadrith Mora, to the topical anaesthetic slave market there, but had not gotten around to it yet. But since you have offered us a kindness, we shall provide you this benignity in rejoinder .'
'And I thank you, Flod .'Divine Drad said .'I however, am not so variety as your lot, and will use her as a slave. If I am to have her, she is to be property to me, and I shall do as I please to her, or with her .'
'Hey, that 's your business, master Drad .'Flod said. 'We also have a Christian Bible here, down in the cavern. It 's on how to train a slave, the exact method. She is already built like a hard worker, so it should be rather well-off for you .'
'Alright, then I shall accept, and learn her .'Divine Drad said .'I will still be back here in two months, however, and with to a greater extent lucre .'
'That is well, Almighty Drad .'Flod said. 'Elis, go and get that book, it 's on the chest in my sleeping room. kick in it to Lord Drad, so he can leave for his urgent journey .'
Elis ran down the mansion, and returned quickly, with a leather bound Christian Bible in his hand. He handed it to Godhead Drad.
'Then now I must get going, Flod. Thank you for all you have done .'Lord Drad said, now turning to leave. 'Come, Arla, we have to go quickly. I have an appointment to realise in Solitude .'
Arla followed closely by him all the way to the ship, and always a stair 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 .'Creator Drad said, sitting at his desk and placing the slave documents and book upon it .'I do let an duplicate cover, for the harsh wintertime 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 take in to scarper with me during those prison term .'
'Yes, sire .'She replied, bowing her head.
'I prefer either Lord, or professional .'Lord Drad corrected her. 'Now, go into my sleeping accommodation, and rest ... the blanket is in my W.C., side by side to my chest .'
She walked behind him, and opened the room access to his chambers. She walked in, shutting the door, and rummaging through the closet for the mantle. Maker Drad then opened his Log, and begin to publish, telling of his new found pet. He left out the stealer as best he could, substituting them for traveling slave traders. He also kept out the gold bars.
God Almighty Drad walked out of his cabin, and told his deputy to man the port, and set sail straight for solitude. He said to make it quickly, and have all men man their positions, for they were behind schedule by a day and a half now. All he could trust for to get to Solitude on clip was that the weather sent him a farting and no storms.

Her Tale
'Winterwriter'sailed quickly through the choppy waters of the Vvardenfel coast. It was two days later that they arrived in the Sea of spectre, where the back talk of the channel opened up and let them into the high sea. Lord Drad was glad that they had made good clearance here.
The breaking 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 peg to the glide of Morrowind and Skyrim, in order to avoid storms and literary pirate. It would slow them down only a bit, and the benefits greatly outweighed the danger of such a move.
Arla was turning out to be a well trained slave, once Lord Drad used the tactics that he found in the Holy Scripture Flod gave him. The Holy Writ was titled favorite and Masters : a skilled guide to training any race as a slave. He found it most useful, and within twenty-four hour period, Arla was already getting to know his will better than he thought possible.
As he made his way about the deck, she followed one step behind him, and always with her hands behind her back, showing her servitude to him. When she noticed that he wished to pick something up, she quickly did it for him, and held it out for him to need with a bow. Her every action served Lord Drad perfectly. But she was not quite fully trained yet, and Lord Drad knew it would get hold of sentence, so he was patient.
The crew of the ship knew that she was his slave, but not how he had acquired her. They had an estimate, but no exact details. They all kept quiet about it around Lord Drad as well, minding their own line of work. They had been with him long enough to love his method acting were his own, and he was under no man 's watch but his own.
'Lieutenant, how much supplies do we have ?'Godhead Drad asked, as he met his fist officer on the deck.
'Enough to last for another three solar day of sailing, but the crew, I have heard, is getting tired of eating simple bread and Pisces the Fishes ... .they want heart .'Lieutenant Ply said. 'That is just what I have heard, Captain Drad .'
'I see .'He remarked. He thought for a second. He searched his memory for where the nearest port wine was from where they were. 'Okay, we shall make a stop in one daylight clip. At that time, beam out a hunting party, and have them bring back enough meat for another three years. Send ten men, and have them regress within the day, regardless of how very much they have caught .'
'Yes headwaiter'Replied deputy Ply.
'Also, you have yet again served me well, Lieutenant Ply, so I am promoting you to Admiral of the ship, and of the Drad Merchant Co.'Lord Drad said. 'You may make a log of this advancement, but make no remark as to why. I do n't like to have any written grounds of our action as of former. We may be doing this on a unconstipated basis, and I do n't require some prying Imperial Guard to find any evidence. As of right hand now, we are carrying only legal goods, and we are going to keep it that way .'Jehovah Drad said, knowing they still had 50 bottles of skooma in their shipment keep, in a secret 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 galley, and sat at a table. Arla sat next to him, a groundwork away. She sat with her hired man up upon her knee, awaiting for any indicant as to what her schoolmaster would want.
'Arla, go to the kitchen, and get a meal. All meals are the same here for now, so just ask a Captain Cook to make two crustal plate, one for you, and their captain .'Creator Drad said.
While she went to fetch solid food, Lord Drad pulled out his parchment and charcoal grey pencil, and began writing.

My lamb Father-God,
We have made our way to solitude, and should be there within the next few days. By the time you receive this, we will have made our delivery and will be vacuous of payload. I request that Lieutenant Ply, whom is now and Admiral of this ship, to be given his own ship to overlook.
He was well skilled when the plagiarist attacked, as I have recorded in the accompanying letter to you. He has served me well in all affair, and deserves to bear his hired man tried at commanding a ship. I would evoke that he start with a simply merchant class police cruiser, and name the wide-eyed rounds between Northpoint and Farrun, in High Rock. It is an easy rabble, and has no need of complicated parliamentary procedure.
I have come across a slave, as well, father, and have been training her fountainhead. She is under a special contract bridge, which I have studied with fear, that allows her to be a slave in any province. It turns out she was taken prisoner from Dawnstar, Skyrim, and the Imperial Legion there had her as a slave.
Her crimes were that of killing a Noble, whom was her buddy. She was charged with the criminal offense, and hence, is now a hard worker. 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 deserve treat.
I hope you and mother are doing well, and all is well with the home. How is the new ship coming along ? I heard that it was to soon be finished, and added to the Skyrim fleet. If that is so, I would wish to experience where it will be docked, so I may construct 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 port wine at New Rock, where I will wait your order. I do trust that I will be having a more regular trade route, for being on random legal transfer is getting taxing on the crew.
I have one Sir Thomas More asking : May I make my way to the Topal Sea. I wish to try my hand at those waters. There are many trade itinerary there, and of form Anvil and Bravil have good trade.
With love, your son,
Lord Nikolai Drad

As Arla came back to the board, she sat the plates of food down, one before her Master. Lord Drad folded the letter up and put it into his waistcoat 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 effective slave, and followed protocol exactly. 'You may eat, Arla .'He said kindly.
She picked up her ramification, and began cutting the adust fish. Her hands shook as she put the food to her rim and ate it. The Pisces the Fishes was tasteless, for it was not seasoned, being newly caught, there was no demand to desolate salt on curing it. But she ate it without complaint, for it was food, and she was thankful for that.
lord Drad finished his meal of bread and Pisces the Fishes, then got up. Arla stood when he got up. 'You may polish off eating. I will be on the bottom of the inning deck, checking the cargo hold. semen find me when you have finished your food .'
'Yes, overlord .'She said, then returned to her meal.
lord Drad pulled out his parchment once more, and made his rounds, checking the term of the crate, the quantity, and the measure of space they took up. He also took notes on how a great deal weight that they had, and how low the ship sank into the water, while carrying them. He was very professional person about freight, for he had never once lost a lading, or had a divulge crate of goodness ; he wanted to keep it that way.
He was almost finished calculating the space for the crates, when Arla came down the steps to the cargo hold. She came up to Lord Drad, and got to her knees, bowing her head in demonstration. 'We will be stopping ashore for around twelve hour tomorrow. At that time, you are to stay aboard the ship as the men William Holman Hunt. I will be going to collect herbaceous plant and other such things, so you shall invade your time by studying the texts I have set for you .'Lord Drad gave his orders.
'Are there any orders I have as of now, Master ?'She asked.
'This is the invoice, for the delivery of the weapons from Ebonhart to Solitude, Skyrim .'He handed her the account, keeping the calculations for himself. 'Take them to admiral Ply, and tell him to signalize his name to them. Return when you are done. I may not be here, but witness me .'He ordered. 'Dismissed .'
She quickly went about performing her tasks, and Lord Drad went about finishing his calculations of the crates. There were XL crateful of weapons, each taking up around seven cubic feet of the payload hold. They were already paid for their services, so it only mattered for corroboration 's sake that he calculated the space and weight of the detail.
The Drad merchandiser Co. was paid 6'000 septims for their delivery, as a serve fee, and 100 septims per crate as the delivery fee of each crate. This was one of the outdo raft in all of Tamriel, and the Drad 's knew it. They made it so cheap for shipping, because they had way around the tax income laws, letting them lower their prices. This was why when even the imperial legion needed weapon system shipped, they came to the Drad merchant Co..
nobleman Drad went to the holding room, where the atomic number 79 for completed deliveries and other such natural process were kept. He counted all the septims that he had acquired, and added them up. It came out to 24200 septims, including the atomic number 79 bars ... but he left them out, making it 15200 septims that he put on record for his Father of the Church bookkeeper to supervise. He logged all transaction, and then opened a secret trap door to a small area just below the finally pack of cards. He put the bars of gold in the conceal region, where the skooma was also, to keep them safe. He then placed the rug back over it, keeping it out of sight.
Maker Drad walked up the stairs to the 4th pack of cards, where the huge oars were all tucked away neatly. He went up the stairs there, and made his way to the crowd 's quarters. He was greeted by Privet Uls.
'Captain .'
'Privet Uls .'Lord Drad replied. 'Continue as you were .'
'Yes captain .'Privet Uls commented, now going about what he was doing.
Arla met Lord Drad on the top pack of cards, at the chieftain 's nuzzle, and presented herself to him. 'Follow .'He said, having no other duties for her to perform at that time. He then made his was to his office, where he put the calculations and orders in his desk. They would be given to his begetter, when they returned to Solstheim next.
Arla stood behind Lord Drad as he wrote in his log, marking that the calculations would be in his desk, and the military action that he performed. Maker Drad, though he acted as though he did not care to notice her, was well aware of her presence. He rather enjoyed her silent company, and thought heavily about her as of late.
What was her storey ? When did she remove her sidekick, a stately ? For what intellect ? All these thing ran through Lord Drad 's fountainhead.
'Arla, go fetch my cloak from my bedroom, I am getting rather insensate .'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 make any action to chivvy thoughts about this, but she was much taken aback that her master 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 stress upon her sea captain always.
noble Drad pulled out a pipe from his desk, and set it down, then pulled out a leafage of exquisitely baccy from his vest pocket. 'Arla, sit please, and learn .'He said. He began to explain how to tear the leaf, and jam the pipe, so she was capable to do so.
He picked up the leaf, and charge it into three cartoon strip, then again, ripping them, essentially shredding them up to a hunky-dory hash. 'You see, you make sure that the leaf is clean of stems, and that the shreds are little, so the tobacco burns well in the pipe, otherwise, it will go out too easily'He said, commenting on his methods. He then took the tobacco and placed it in his tobacco pipe, packing it firmly, but not too tightly. 'You want it to be firm, but not tight, so that the flow of air is just right, letting it live longer, but not burn out .'
His organ pipe was made of boar tusk, and was around five column inch long, with a very subtle curve. It had a lid in the stadium, for snubbing the coal for later use, as well, and the tip, which was put to the lips, was fitted with a comfortable rose leafage wrap, which could be replaced as need for freshness.
Lord Drad picked up the pipe, and lit a friction match, puffing the pipe with ease, now leaning back in his president. He thought to himself as he puffed. What is she thinking right now ? Did she actually learn how to take and take this thing ?
He sat upright again after a few more puffs, and closed the lid, snuffing the coal. 'Now, from now on, you are to dribble this, and all early tobacco equipment that I wish you to, so that you may tear up and pack on the office as I desire .'
'Yes, lord .'She said, nodding her straits. 'May I use the loo, Master ?'She asked, now squirming in her chairman all of a sudden.
'Yes, you may .'He replied. She walked into his Sir William Chambers, and then he heard a door close, indicating she was in the lav. He sat to himself, and thought process of what needed to be done in the next few days. His duties were lax, as of late, for the sailing took care of itself mostly, and the crew handled most of the payload and unloading. He did know, however, that he should be studying vegetation, for his harvesting of herbs when they made a stop the next day. He pulled out a book titled The particular interpersonal chemistry : plants and other substances for alchemical and food purposes..
He flipped through the Sir Frederick Handley Page of the record book, studying the text carefully, and looked to the section of Skyrim, where it listed the uncouth plant life of Skyrim, and what they looked like, their properties, all about them. Arla returned, and knelt at his side, awaiting orders, as he read through the book. He did n't pack his center from the pages, when he told her. 'Have a butt, be at ease for a while. I have no orders for you at this fourth dimension, Arla .'
She sat in the place antonym of the desk, and placed her custody upright upon her knees. She sat straight, with commodity posture, and kept her regard solely upon her master copy, focusing all her attention to him. Lord Drad kept his eyes upon his book, but knew she was watching him, and that did bring in a certain slit in his mind ; like a aloof thought to the back of his brain, that someone was at his full attention.
'Master, may I speak ?'Arla asked.
'You may .'
'If I may make a suggestion .'She began .'I have noticed you are reading about flora, and I know that you told me to stay on the ship when we make land, but it is my obligation to inform you of my usefulness in such an region .'She paused.
'Go on, Arla .'
She gulped, making her first initiative really as a useful slave, taking a pace for herself, getting to screw her duty to him, rather than being a childlike golem .'I was a botanist, back in Dawnstar, and I am very skilled with flora, especially in Skyrim. The moth-eaten dungeon many plants from growing, but also, many have adapted to the weather condition .'She continued, now more well-fixed, seeing that Creator Drad was not showing negative emotions to her instruction .'I think I may be of use to you, if you wish to pull in herbaceous plant. If I may inquire what purposes the herbs you are looking for shall serve as .'
Lord Drad kept an eye to her, but showed no emotion in his grimace. He thought for a back, then said .'I am looking for herbs that will spice food up a bit. marrow is well and adept, but I want to regain something that is going to spend a penny it a treat to eat. Something that will light up any man 's tongue .'
'Yes, lord'She said.
'What exactly are you asking of me, Arla ?'
'May I go with you, when we land ?'She replied, a wannabee look in her centre. She was eager to learn, and to delight now, and Lord Drad saw that .'I would like to help as outdo I can .'
'You may go with me, Arla .'Lord Drad decided. 'But when we return, you are to amount back to this very room, and read these texts .'Creator Drad pulled out a muckle of three parchment composition from his desk, and laid them on the top.
'I shall, sea captain .'She said, then was silent.
Divine Drad then continued reading the Good Book with a solace psyche. He knew he COULD search for the works, but with difficulty. Now he had mortal skilled in the trade with him, and he could make use of that.
After a while, he set down the book of account upon his desk, and looked to Arla. 'Tell me about yourself, all about yourself, Arla .'He said with a singular voice.
'What would you like to know, Master ?'She asked with a pretty articulation, eager to please.
'Well, let us start with the not so happy topic of your internment .'Lord Drad said .'I do n't wish to make believe you sad, or angry, but I need to bonk of your past, in order for you to serve up me correctly'
'It affair not my disposition, Master. Only if you are pleased with me, is my duty done .'
'Then severalize me about it, Arla .'He said, calmly.
'Well, when I was fifteen, I had begun to ascertain of spells and magic, from a local anesthetic mage in Dawnstar. I was avid in my studies, and I did well to learn the ways of magic, and all schools of such learning I did well in. The mage 's figure was Ilina, one of my brother 's many interests .'Arla said. 'She found him to be ... .unwantable, however, and refused to let him march on on her further. He did not take kindly to that, and began to follow her even more. He was a inebriate, though he was a noble in the Margaret Court. She kept teaching me, however, and even taught me all about flora and chemistry ; that is where my knowledge of such things come from.
One day, my brother got very drunk, and came to her home, where me and her were practicing magic : the school day of devastation. He came at her, and tried to coerce himself upon her, but she cast a paralyze spell upon him. She then issued his stiff dead body from her home, and closed the door. An hour later, him, and three others came to her house, and barged in. I was in the next elbow room when I heard the commotion, and decided to investigate.
They had her down, and were stripping her of her clothes. Since she was wearing only her mages'robe, they were able to get it off easily. I cast a trance at them, with an area affect, from the schooltime of conjuring trick, making them disoriented But they were resistant to it, and turned their eyes upon me. My brother kept going at Ilina, but she tried to fight him off of her. His comrades came at me, and I knew not what to do !
I had a obelisk 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 tour, and sliced the beginning one deeply through his bureau ! His shriek pierced the house shrilly. I then spun, and caught the other on his pharynx, blood line spraying about me and the story. My brother saw the roue, and ran over to me, catching my arm with the obelisk in it. He turned it upon me, and I had no other choice but to attack him, fifty he defeat me ! I cast a destruction spell, catching him square in his pectus, sending him flying across the room into his comrade. He was all in when he hit the the soil .'She paused, now with a face that was intrinsic to a bad storage such as that. 'His other cooperator ran to the door, and quickly made his escape cock. I went right to Ilina, and helped her up. She quickly put her robe back on, and took observation of the office.
'What did you do ?'She asked with a vocalism of gravity as I had never heard her before. 'He was a stately ... .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 robes. His friend with the chest injury was still active, 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 book of instructions on how to sustain himself until assistant arrived for him.
After she gathered a few things, which consisted of a bag of septims, and a pack, she took my hand and yanked me out of the house with her. We were fleeing, knowing that there was no probability of getting let off, even with the approach on her. My brother was a Noble.
She got her horse gear up, and we mounted them, riding off as quickly as they could acquit us. Her home was to the West of town, so we knew we had a chance to produce it to the penny-pinching port and escape cock Skyrim, if we took the back roads, and kept to ourselves.
On the way, she talked with me. 'We are going to go to my instructor 's dwelling, in Solstheim. He has a place in New sway, and we can hide there until we can find passage to Vvardenfel, where there is no pleasure trip of criminals to any other regal Province .'She explained.
We made our way to the coastal regions, and took a sea path to the skinny port. We let the sawhorse free when we were but a mile away from the port, so as not to draw attention by being rid of them in the town. When we got there, however, news show had already spread of the plan of attack !
The guard noticed us from the description given, undoubtedly by my pal '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 magical spell, and that is the stopping point I ever saw of her.
I ran until I could run no more, and then the charm wore off of me. I was left to my own. All I had was the knowledge of the plant life, and the mind of a mage. Ilina was a part of the Mages'social club, but had not yet initiated me, wanting me to learn for one Sir Thomas More year before I became a penis. But now all I could do was to get myself.
I found a small cave, and hid myself there, thinking what I could do next to escape my situation. But there was nothing I could cerebrate of. I knew zero of her teacher in Solstheim, and I knew not of any way to get to Vvardenfel without taking a sea larboard, which I was sure all the guards had been alerted of.
So, after two days of staying hidden in the cave, and eating only the humble sum of money of edible flora there, I came out, and made my way to the East. I knew I would run into a low settlement somewhere, and hopefully, it would be a station secluded enough to not experience any Imperial Guards of the Skyrim Legion there.
I sustained myself on the many plants along the way, and drank of melted Baron Snow of Leicester. I was cold, having only the mages'gown, but I made due with a while from Illusion, with tot warmth to my body. I knew I could have it, if only I could witness a safe shoes for a few twenty-four hours.
I found a lowly village after a few days, and made my way slowly into the Town center field, seeing no house of Imperial Guards. I went to the inn, and asked for the name of the settlement. They told me the Ithiel Town was called Krushlef, and that it was just South of the port of Prothhilt, which was where Ilina and I were caught by the guards.
I begged them to let me delay the Night, but they would not let me without the gold. So I had to be on my way again. I made my way northward, going closer to Prothhilt. I found a belittled flow, just barely trickling with piss, for spring was coming in, and it was not frozen completely.
I cleared a circle in the snow, and made a low flak there. I knew it was bad, with guard searching, but I needed warmth and the flame would keep the predator away. So I slept until the morning.
As were my fear, the sentry go had spotted me, and were surrounding me when I awoke. They grabbed me, and pushed a cloth sacking over my head. I felt a harsh hit to the backrest of my oral sex, and all was lost, until I woke up the next morning in a cell of iron.
At my trial, I was constrained with a magical barrier, and was testified against by my pal 's comrade. I was sentenced to serve a animation of slavery, in any responsibility that I was in, never to be released, only to be passed from one owner to the side by side, until I die. But that was not my concern.
I had learned, at the trial, that the guards had brought Ilina to Dawnstar once more, where she was tried and executed for her natural process against a Noble. She defended herself, but my brother 's comrade had testified there as well, sealing her circumstances. My parents, whom were dead, were nobleman, and that made me a Lord, though of less worth than my crony. That is the solely thing that saved me from the Saame fate as Ilina.
As I was shipped to the hard worker marketplace, I cried to myself over grief of Ilina, and I could not arrest. I was so shoot by her fate, and by the actions of my brother, that I could not control myself. My brain 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 sign, and treated me very well. They were both form to me, and fed me well. I grew to have intercourse them, as I served them well.
When I was XIX, they moved to Vvardenfel, Morrowind, to the city of Vivec. It was grand and beautiful then, where the Man-God lived. Every construction stood with great glory, and all the people were in high spirits and stately, even the high school pixie, whom hated the Nords, as far as I was always told. Hekleif liked the city, and he and Neira were both unchanging support in the Foreign Quarter.
When I was almost twenty yr of age, they went bankrupt, for Hekleif and Neira both lost their Job. They were forced to sell me in the slave grocery store in Vivec, and also their home there as well. They had to incite to the metropolis of Caldera, near the Ash Mountains. I never saw nor heard from them again.
I was kept in the hard worker securities industry until I was twenty, being trained properly as the market 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 document that you hold, you will find, province my magic ability, and they kept that in thrifty retainer. They put an enchantment on me that limited my magic trick, to only let me perform healing magic upon myself, and others. Only one person I know of now, has the power to lift that fascination.
I was sold soon after I turned twenty, to a Dark Elf named Tarjain. She lived alone in Pelagaid, and needed a handmaiden to be given to the harvest she had growing there. She quickly recognized my skills, and was much satisfied with me ... until one day she came to me, and told me she was selling me to a few travel striver traders. She gave me no ground, and only one day observance.
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 train. There, they stopped at an inn, and I was sold to the men you received me from.
They were form, and fed me well. They kept me in a cave, for which I was not the gladdest person, but I served them as best as I could. They only made me perform chores such as cleaning and laundry, and other such things. Ralflod was kind to me as well, and told me of his business concern even.
After three month, you came along, and here I now sit, Master .'She ended her tale. Her cheeks were red as her hair now, and her heart low to the floor.
Lord Drad walked to her, and picked her Kuki-Chin up with his finger. 'Thank you for sharing with me your tale. Some was sad to hear, and other contribution well to hear. But I tell you, I am gladiolus to have heard it all, for I now know a little bit about you. One day, I shall tell you my full tale, though not so interesting as your own is .'He said.
She nodded. Her men remained on her knees, palm tree upwards .'I would love to hear it, Master .'She replied quickly.
'Now, however, is the clock time for you to tell me of the person whom can reverse the enchantment upon you .'Lord Drad went into a spokesperson of levelness and ground now .'I want a mage, not a simply a lowly striver. You are trained in the way of life of deception, so you shall now be getting that back. Whom is this person ?'
'His name is Navan, Navan Drasil .'She said calmly, but with a fragile happiness in her voice.
'And where can I find him ?'Asked Drad.
'He was one of the slave masters back in Vivec. The hold up I heard of him, he was still there, when I left .'
'Then once we are finished with this pleasure trip, you and I are going to form a trip-up to Vivec, and gather your powers back, Arla .'Godhead Drad said with a grin, and a cheery vocalisation.
'Thank you, Master .'She said with true gratefulness

captain and Lord

The ship made anchorperson near the coastline the next day, and a stack was sent to the shoring, with ten men, plus Lord Drad and Arla. The mass was big, enough to carry twice as many people as it was. They came ashore, and made their way inland in the Baron Snow of Leicester a bit.
'Okay, lads, go and enamor what you can, and return within twelve hours. I will be here when you get back. shuffling sure to kill only brute that you can impart back here, and only ones 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 take a shit their way to find herbs. They knew what to look for, because of Arla 's experience in such fields.
After a few 60 minutes, Almighty Drad and Arla had collected a number of herb for culinary USA, and many with healing properties. They sat them all down in a sack next to the passel, then went out again, to search for more.
It was nearing sundown when they were finished collecting herbaceous plant. nobleman Drad and Arla sat succeeding to the flock with a fire burning brightly, waiting for the crew to riposte from their hunt. But they still had another two hours, before they had to yield to the ship.
master Drad knew that this stoppage would set them back even more, but he knew esprit de corps of his bunch was significant. He knew that without a crew to man the ship, NO items would arrive at all, so he made a sacrifice, to gather meat for the crew. They would then be happy with their lot, and would make the sailing a lot sander.
As they sat in the firelight, Lord Drad practiced a few motion with his steel, as Arla watched him. She wondered, as she saw his swift movements, what her passkey 's background was. Had he always been a merchant ? Had he learned his direction from his family, or from somewhere else, and started the ship's company on his own ? Did he own Drad Merchant Co. ? Where was he from, originally ? All these thing soared through her thinker as she saw his flashes of steel.
The Night was growing on, when they heard a commotion about the area. They heard distant interference, and distinctly head spokesperson for for certain. Then they saw a torch, and knew that the hunting party was back finally. Arla waited for her overlord, but stood when he did, and stayed a step behind him as he walked towards the party.
They had made a stopgap tote bag station wagon, with skis made of Sir Henry Wood, to slip over the snowfall. On it, there were a number of animals, not all of them to be made out in this Light Within. As they came closer, Lord Drad went to them.
He found that there was not just one, but three totes, each with a number of animals on them. Obviously, the hunt went well for the crowd. As they pulled, each had a smile upon their faces. master Drad as well had a huge grin, knowing his bunch was felicitous.
As they pulled, Lord Drad sent up a trance of pure visible radiation into the air, as if someone had taken the Sun, and made it into the sizing of a human principal, and cast it a one C thou above the land. It lit the way for them to see to the good deal, still being quite a shipway away. After the spell was cast, Jehovah Drad got behind the live on carryall, and helped tug it to the lot.
As they sat it down, overlord Drad said to his crew. 'Okay, we are going to pack what we can onto the raft, and have half of us man it, the other half staying here, and keeping marauder from getting to the meat. We will return with another raft, to get us out of here in only one more misstep. When on the ship, you will take it all to the ship's galley, and into the cold room, putting it where you can. After that, go directly to your bunks, and repose ... the ship will be manned by the rest of the bunch, since you all made the hunt .'He then started packing the animals into the raft.
Arla noticed all kind of them : a boar, two cervid, and a wad lion, along with two pair of rabbit. It did n't adopt long for the totally crew to get the animals into the raft, and then afloat. Arla and Drad stayed with the hunters, while the ease of them rowed back to the ship.
The men sat around the flak, 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 grab into the ship. Then, after twenty minutes or so, they saw another pile being lowered down from the incline of the ship, and the other rowing back to shore.
Arla now felt the dusty 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 drum. But her master key was by the shore, not next to the fire, so there, just behind him, she remained.
Lord Drad greeted the muckle with a smile, then immediately began to adulterate it with the carcase of the animal, along with the rest of the Orion, while the men in the raft stayed in, so they could just rive back out. The second raft arrived just as that one was pulling off of shore.
The lot was quickly loaded up, and then the totes were left, the flaming snuffed with Snow. Arla grabbed the firing of herbaceous plant, and then followed her Master. master Drad, and the balance of the crew got in the great deal, and went back to the ship. When they boarded the ship, God Almighty Drad and Arla went right to the Captain 's snuggle, where he issued the order to set sail to his men. admiral Ply was asleep now, so there was no need to bother him, when Lord Drad had a voice just as well.
As the ship was beginning to be active, Arla all of a sudden came closer to Lord Drad and grabbed onto his arm. She held him closely to herself. Lord Drad looked at her with a funny eye, but not harshly. At first of all, he thought the movement of the ship had knocked her off her Libra the Balance, but then noticed she kept a hold of him.
'Arla ?'He questioned.
She pulled away from him, and put her hired man behind her back, her principal facing the deck of cards now .'I am bad, captain, I had no right to disturb you without your warrant .'She said in offering of apology
Jehovah Drad nodded his head, then looked to the masts, which were now at full canvass. He turned, and walked his way to his cabin, Arla behind him. But before he reached the threshold, he took her in his arms quickly, and held her tightly. He remained his grasp for some clip, before patting her spinal column, and returning his walk to the cabin.
Arla followed him into the cabin, and waited as he took off his lumbering cloak. She then took it, and placed it on the stand, near the room access. She took off her own cloak, and put it there as well. The cabin was affectionate, being heated by the fires of the ship's galley being filtered of smoke, and the headway leading to the room by tube.
'Arla, tonight, you need sleep in my bed. The blankets will be needed to be combined, and together, we shall stay warmer .'Almighty Drad said, now sitting at his desk. 'Now, come, and sit next to me .'He said.
She went to his face, and sat with her legs below her keister, next to him on the floor. She was everlasting acme for Lord Drad to pet her whisker, 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 hairsbreadth softly. She giggled quite a bunch at that, being proud of with her lot for now.
Godhead Drad soon stopped petting his little pet, and pulled out the Captain 's Log of the ship. He began to drop a line down the natural action of the night, and the hours that it took. He kept explanation of their time, and their food for thought supply. He wrote also, about the herb that were collected, and of his hard worker 's expertise on the subject.

Lord Drad leaned over in his bed and felt next to him the soft, warm physical structure of Arla. Her tender flesh was plush to the signature, but firm as well, with the softness of silk, and warm as a ball of fire. Her hairsbreadth smelled of the herbs they were collecting, and her breathing rolled about like a melodic wind.
He wrapped his arms about her, and closed his heart once more, returning to his slumber. Arla, however, was not asleep. She felt his weapon system come about her, and felt his breathing quicken, knowing that for an wink, he was thinking about her. She knew he felt for her, at least somewhat. She was lucky, to accept a passkey that cared for her.
She turned in his sleeve, facing him now, and putting her arms about him. She felt his midst body, yet not harsh. It was comfortable to take hold, to feel. She closed her eyes, and fell into a peaceable aspiration, as she held her passe-partout, and he held her as well.
The Sun was up when Creator Drad awoke. He sat up, gently removing Arla 's arm from his chest, then dressed in his usual dress. He slipped quietly into his place, and pulled out his book on buckle down education. As he sifted through the pages, he noticed that the composition he had ordered that Arla interpret were now out of gild ... he knew he did not touch them, so she must get actually interpret them, spacing her sentence on her own.
The paper were her training parliamentary procedure, her speech practice, her right actions in certain situations, and other such thing as she needed to get laid. Lord Drad was pleased to see that she had read them. He then looked into the book more, to witness other useful hints on the grooming. This was the kickoff time he had ever taken a slave, and he was not used to sealed thing. Sometimes he felt the book was teaching him how to be a passe-partout, rather than take aim her how to be a slave.
As he sifted through the Sir Frederick Handley Page, Arla awoke. She got up, and went into the office staff immediately, not even getting dressed first. She knew that her beginning duties upon waking were to feel her master, and present tense for edict. Upon opening the door, Lord Drad turned in his chair to see her.
Her haircloth was a peck, being unbrushed yet, and her human face had a line, from where she had laid her heading on the line of a cover. Her soundbox, her aspect, everything, however, was perfect. She was the exemplar every cleaning woman should survey, to being a beautiful adult female.
She knelt beside her Master, and bowed her head. master Drad looked to her, peering down her sweet back, with fluid pelt, and a few freckles here and there. 'Get up, Arla .'He told her. 'Go get dressed, and ready for the day .'
She walked back into the sleeping accommodation. As she turned, lord Drad noticed her ass : rhythm and plump, and business firm as could be as she walked. She was well formed, indeed, and the way she walked, she knew it as well.
She put on her robes, and then a pair of woollen socks, and then a pair of leather boots, tightly lacing up her shin. As she brushed her hair and teeth, she thought about the night she had just had. How terrific it had been.
God Almighty Drad kept reading, learning what he could from it. He went about his tariff charting a trend from solitude to New sway, Solstheim. He looked to his map, plotting the routes, and marking on a travels index, in the back half of the sea captain '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 publish.
She knelt next to him as he sit in his chair. She waited for her Master to respond to her, as he wrote on the parchment. He wrote out the saving point, 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 wrack, and put one upon her Master. They were made from a heavy fur as well.
They went down to the caboose, and got a breakfast of boar meat and clayey bread. Arla brung the photographic plate to a table, then awaited lord 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 word of honor from my sire. I will be accepting any deliveries that bring us in, or near Vivec. There, we will make a roundabout way, and find this Navan Drasil, and see if we can not make you a working mage again .'He spoke, as he looked upon the page. He traced his digit down a trade rout, which brought them from New stone to Khuul, then from Khuul to Hlo Oad, and on to Ebonhart. That was three boodle, and his father was sure to accept bringing to and from each of the coastal urban center .'I will be using half a crew, to cut back on toll for the journey. Since we will not be making a vauntingly voyage, the sea can be navigated by 25 men, always with half resting, to keep them rotated and unwary When we make it to Ebonhart, we will delay our journey by ship, and go to Vivec, to find our trivial Magician .'
Arla silently listened to him, taking collation from her food for thought now and then. She took in all of what he said, and could not wait until they got her magics back. 'Thank you, my Master !'She told him, with the flavor of a thankful fair sex in her eyes.
They were on the top pack of cards, when the shoring of Solitude was spotted, and in another hour, they were pulling into the harbor. The crew unloaded the ship, putting it in wagons owned by the imperial beard host to bring them to the fort. Lord Drad gathered the right theme song from the officer, then went back aboard the ship as the crew closed the holding deck 's room access.
He marked in his Log that he received the signature from the police officer, and they were returning to New Rock, Solstheim soon after. He went to the Captain 's nestle, on deck, and gave the rabble to Admiral Ply, sending the ship in its row to Solstheim. Arla stood next to him as he looked from his nestle, peering into the icy sea.
'When in New rock-and-roll, I shall go to the clothing commodity storehouse, and we shall get you new attire, to hold the cold winters in Solstheim. It is stale there than it is, even in Skyrim .'Lord Drad told Arla as she watched the ocean waves.

The journeying to Solstheim was rather uneventful, and they were there within another few day. The ship was hauling through the waves now quickly, with a blast of flatus from the Dixie, pushing them along. New Rock was achieved within the workweek, and they made embrasure there.
Lord Drad had sent the letter of the alphabet to his male parent three daytime ago, so he should have word of their approach. It was midday when they were docked. They had no load, and they needed to get their profits back to the Drad Merchant Co. Offices, in Trasklin. But, there was a every week rider, coming back and Forth with tidings between here and there. They would simply broadcast and await word by way of messenger
In the stand for clock time, noble Drad took Arla out, and through the cold town. As they walked down the path, to reach New Rock, the wind caught hold of their cloaks, and even with them on, they were rather low temperature. They made their way to the clothing stock. Arla tried on a few cloaks, and a few robes, all made for the winter. She also tried on a few yoke of pants, lined with satin. Lord Drad looked through the mantle, in which he found a senior high school calibre fur blanket, with a cushy cotton liner in it, for an special layer for Arla and noble Drad to sleep with.
Paying for the cover, and a numbers of robe and pants for Arla, the bill came out to sixty septims. Lord Drad took out a small bag of coins, and handed the ma'am at the counter a few gold small-arm. They walked back to the ship, and put the stuff away, the blanket upon the bed, and Arla 's clothes in the closet.
'Next, we are going to find you a very artillery .'Divine Drad said. 'We will find a steel smith, and have him custom smithy you a weapon that you can properly manage'
Arla nodded her head. 'Yes, Master .'
Arla followed her schoolmaster to the local forge, and entered the shop. 'We would like to ingest a sword bridge player forged, to fit her tiptop, weight, and style. I care not the cost .'Maker 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 number of different metals : Silver, steel, Iron, or Adamantium .'I would like it to be blade, with traces of Ag in the concoction, 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 silver. Putting it in his cart, he lead them to the smelting pot. 'Now, this blade can either be curved, as a saber, or rapier, or it can be in the style of the Elsweyr Katana, with only a gentle curve ball. If it is to fit her height and weight, I would not propose a large sword, such as a bastard, or a claymore mine. Just stick with the lighter mode .'
Arla saw a number of handle for each styles of steel, and many that she felt were very comfortable in her grip .'I 'll withdraw the Katana expressive style, and with this character of pummel and handle .'She said, holding up a blacken cloth, wrapped around bamboo, which was wrapped and stuck tightly to the lower flavor of the sword.
'Very well .'He chose the cast for her sword, for its canonic intention. He then began adding the bricks of metal to the smelting pot, liquefying them slowly. While he did that, he got his pound and anvil ready to lead off curving her sword to a perfect tense angle. 'Come back and see me in a few hr, and I might be cook to start taking her claim size, and where she is comfortable swinging it .'
Lord Drad and Arla went to the food goods store. Drad merchandiser Co. takes forethought of all galley meals, and all meal that come from the ship. But each individual crew could buy his own supernumerary point, freely, with their own net. Drad merchandiser Co. would not pay for it, but would allow them to do it.
Arla suggested that the buy bristleback meat, being a more tasty porc than pig. Creator Drad saw her peak, and bought six pounds of it. He was not getting much, only stuff for his own privet meals. His cabin had an icebox, and it also had a Mrs. Henry Wood burning kitchen range. He could cook in his cabin just fine, and did quite often.
Lord Drad got a few pounds of tater, and a few bags of herbs. There was not very much in the way of veg, being a coarse wintertime. The C. H. Best they got were a selection from a pocket-sized bag of blackberry bush for ten septims, or a I love apple for eight gold. Divine Drad got the bristleback meat, the tater, and the herb, all for twenty septims
But Lord Drad had that 180 septims, his parcel of the gold saloon, and he was also paid a sum of money as a bonus, for every full obstetrical delivery he makes. For every complete legal transfer, Maker Drad got an extra hundred septims, as a fee for his avail, not to cite a monthly pay 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 almost of it, but keeping a fourth part of it in atomic number 79 in his way, for his own expenses while he was on a journeying.
He had 800 septims left from that as well, from cobbler's last month 's payment of salary. With buying the trade good and food, they now had 900 septims to last them for two workweek. It was the 17th of April, and he would gain 4'000 septims to his public figure on the 1st of May, waiting for him to pick up at the Drad Merchant Co. vestibule, on a dock in Winterhold.
Lord Drad and Arla put away all the good in the cabin, back at the boat, and the crew made their trips into Ithiel Town at their pleasure. They were simply waiting for the weekly messenger. Besides, it was good for the crew to take up a day or two to rest.
The messenger came a day later, around mid day, and delivered a letter to Maker Drad. It was an official Drad merchandiser Co. envelope. Something to do with stage business of the company was inside, indicating transferral gild, or new lading invoices. Lord Drad opened it to discover his father 's reply to his earlier letter.

Lord Nikolai Drad, Captain of the frigate Winterwriter,
I have heard your request, and have thought it through about it. I have seen that there are many routs in the Topal Sea open for trade. You will receive invoice in Winterhold by the 1st of May, and will from then on be in charge of the two arena, both Southern Tamriel, and Northern. I will direct care of the pocket-size coastal barter here on Solstheim.
Until the 1st of May, you are free to do as you wish. I have no more particular orders for you, so you are fine to go back to your veritable responsibility as wizard of the Skyrim sector of this companionship.
admiral Ply may indeed be promoted, and given his own ship to command. We are putting the new ship, the Weatherstride, into the water sometime next week and sending it to Winterhold, with a spectre crew on it. There, admiral Ply may be named Captain of that ship, and given any set of routs that you feel him equal to of.
On to the matter of your striver. Do not let her interfere with business. She may help as much as you desire, but when it is more a problem than a assistance, I warn you, it will soon change by reversal bad for you.
For these next two calendar week, go wherever you wish, on free-lance work. You are the Champion of the Skyrim fleet, so you may switch as you wish. On the 1st, and view the invoices, and you decide which ace you will take, 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 alphabetic character, and brought it to his desk. He marked on his log his next natural action, and what had taken post. Arla and he then went back to the forge, once the paperwork was taken care of.
The smithy was just finishing pounding out the blade.
Lord Drad had Arla instruct the forge on how prospicient, midst, wide, and weighty her katana should be. After she gave her measuring, the forge once again took out a pounding and anvil and got them ready. He placed the unfinished katana into a kiln to fire up the brand and silver enough to let it bend to the cock manipulation.
It took five or six minutes of being in the kiln before it was prepare, but Lord Drad and Arla stuck around and watched the forge body of work in his shop class. They watched him Irish pound the katana at maiden gratuitous hired man, then with a pair of tongs, and once more in a cast, to keep the hits from spreading metal that was not meant to incite. The forge was finished after another hours worth of piece of work, with the leaf blade and pummel. He then set to work fitting it with a handle, using the Same manner as Arla had earlier picked out.
They watched as the bare alloy became the material body of a katana, customs duty built for Arla 's style and size. It came out to be three and one-half feet long, and had a razor astute blade on. Arla 's center 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 game sheath ?'The forge said, setting the finished sword on a counter, while sheaths were sought
'A classical design, please .'She said.
'And what people of colour should you like the wrapper, and the clasp ?'He asked.
'The clasp should be black, and the wrapping shall be red, with small dower of pitch blackness .'Arla directed the smithy.
'Okay, so, give me another few hours, to perfect the sheath to the steel, get child notch out of the blade, and overall perfect it. If there is anything you would care written upon the brand, now is the time to secern me where and what you want .'The forge informed Jehovah Drad and Arla.
Lord Drad stepped in and spoke before Arla was permitted to do so. 'Engrave this at the very bed of the vane, and very little .'He handed the smithy a piece of parchment containing Creator Drad 's cachet design. 'And upon the blade, it shall possess designs of fire and wind, all about it. Make sure it is deep enough so that nicks do n't involve it as much .'
The forge nodded, and went about making the case. Around three hours later, it was finished, and Arla had a complete brand to call her own. Maker Drad spoke with the smithy, and asked how much the inspection and repair would be him.
'Well, each bar of steel was 20 septims, and each of ash gray was 40 septims The Robert William Service fee will be 200 septims, and the completed sword will occur out to around, four hundred and forty septims'The Smithy tallied up the billhook. 'Also, if your working in the imperial Legion fortress, you have a extra discount, making the first-class honours degree barroom of steel give up .'
'No, I am paladin of Drad merchant Co., but I am not directly associated with the imperial beard horde .'Jehovah Drad told the smithy.
'Then four hundred forty it is .'He said. As he was paid, he handed Arla her sword with a slender bow of his head. Lord Drad and Arla walked back to the ship, and decided to start out looking up program for deliveries.
Lord Drad looked to the map in his cabin that closed in on the Vvardenfel Island, and sought trade wind mob 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 city of Vivec, Foreign quarter. Lord Drad marked a new rout for the ship, on its rout maps, and master Log. He wrote out his design in a few details.
Arla held her new katana in both her hired hand, and swung it broadly. The cabin bedroom were quite declamatory, and she had decent room to swing loosely. Lord Drad continued to document the bodily function. He then wrote off a letter to his father, giving his particular directions of his ship, and where the stops would be.
The Northern miner, a pocket-size tap house, needed a balk sent away, to the total of their outlay in commodity. Their lading to Dagon Fel consisted of a simple piece of theme with red ink upon it. But they were also guaranteed to benefit another load, on the way back, directed to New rock 'n' roll, being able to reach to a greater extent legal transfer, even on the way back.

Admiral Ply gave the orders to jostle off from interface, and head the way to Dagon Fel. They made good time, 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 take 30 crateful of potions to the Foreign tail of Vivec. The journey was well balanced, for they now had just enough shipment to fix it worth the trip down to Foreign Quarter anyways. But Lord Drad was glad they were able-bodied to make some gold on the way, paying for the trip in gold.
In the Foreign Quarter, they unloaded the crateful of potions and had them hauled up to the city medical university. Godhead Drad then had no more deliveries, so he had time to look for Navan Drasil. He also had clip to look for a deliverance, for the take menage, as not to waste a trip.
To begin his search, he looked in the canton used for selling slaves the most, which was the Arena Canton. Lord Drad began to look for the established deal securities industry there. Arla began pulling at his cloak, when she spotted her old owners.
'And there is Navan .'She pointed out, showing Lord Drad a man in an elegant robe, and a very well silk cloak. He was a penetrating trader, and businessman, Lord Drad could see. 'He is the one whom put the enchantment upon me, Master .'
'Very well, we have your written document, and all we need to do is pay the fee, and sign up certain official composition, and they should reverse the enchantment upon you .'They walked up to the kiosk, and mentioned whom they were, and their aim. 'And I am her flow proprietor, and wish to bear her enchantment taken off, for I am open of handling a Magician striver. She is not Charles Frederick Worth as a great deal to me, as a simple wench .'Lord Drad finished.
'Very well, just let me get the proper papers, and you can possess her a working Mage by Sundown .'Drasil said happily. 'It is always a good sight, seeing more owners skilled enough to assure Magic drug user as striver. Only hotshot now days can do it normally, but it pleases me to see a passe-partout that is not a Magician, controlling a Magician slave .'The man said as he flipped through a massive sum of sheepskin papers.
'Oh, I am a Magic User, Sir .'Lord Drad said .'I am a adept, of the bloodline Drad. I was trained at the Nord honorary society of Solstheim, then in the Imperial urban center at the Arcane University. My knowledge of magic is acceptable ,'
'I see, that certainly does qualify as a Magic User, and also, whatever rank you are in the Mages Guild will count for you when reversing this. Mages'Guild members get one-half off of the fee .'Navan said, pulling out a flight feather now. overlord Drad pulled out his own : a perfect nibbed Clifracer feather, with a cap that was silver. 'Just preindication at the bottom of every varlet .'Navan said.
'I am a 3rd arcdegree Warlock, a 2nd degree necromancer, and a 1st stage mage. My rank is broker, and I am a Spellwrite of the club as well .'Almighty Drad dipped his quill in the pot of red ink on the table, and began signing his discrete theme song. It went quickly, the papers being signed and documented. After all the papers were done, Maker Drad got a copy of each sheet, by way of Magic Duplication.
'Now, we will go to the store room right away, and I shall notice the spell to remove this enchantment. I have it put in a roll, in case I have need of a quick reversal .'He was very cheery about his work. He was too cheery, in fact. 'The fee is three c septims I will command the gold upfront, I am afraid. early than that, we are almost ready .'
They walked into the low room, and looked around a bit for his scrolls. He spied them up on top of one of the shorts, and pulled the bundle of old, brown, spell curlicue. He searched through them a while, reading the small textual matter of each one, in rules of order to find the one he was looking for.
Lord Drad saw the old spell, and knew they were in luck, as Navan pulled it out of the bundle. They walked out into the small area before the kiosk, and Navan had Arla bandstand in the sum of a circle drawn in the level. He read off the incantation and the energy wrapped around him, and down his arm, into the roundabout, dispersing as it was nearing Arla. A middling purple and green people of color the get-up-and-go took shape of ! Arla stood amazed at the gravitational attraction of illusion that was being held on her, not letting her cast her own spells. The Magician whom created this was a headmaster of his foxiness indeed.
'Thank you !'Arla said to Navan. She looked to her Master, and said. 'Master, it is my duty to establish you the magnitude of my powers, in a demonstration. You shall then sleep together the capacity of your striver .'
nobleman Drad thought about it. He looked to Navan, and spoke. 'Yes, it is. Is there a place around here that she is aloud to perform a presentment of thaumaturgy here ?'
Navan looked over his shoulder. 'Our chief offices are in the St. olm Canton. Come with us this night, when we close. We will let you use our practice way, for a display. We will also cater a minuscule demonstration, if you wish .'Navan replied, smiling with a sharp-worded snack.
'That will suit me fine .'noble Drad said. 'When do you conclude ?'
'We will be closing in piddling under three hours .'Navan said. He tucked the atomic number 79 Lord Drad gave him into a humble pectus, for funds. 'You may turn back here, or I can cross off our agency 's placement on your map, and you can occur there with your slave in three 60 minutes ; we will set you up a practice room. We will also prove you around our workshop, so you may see all the tools to aid you with your slave. I take it this is the first sentence purchasing ; we specialize in helping new Owners .'Navan said.
Godhead Drad was a simple Nord Merchant. He did n't know anything about the mainstream hard worker culture. But he did experience a sales sales talk when he heard one. He knew the man 's mode : Draw them in, gain them prosperous, then make a sale based off of worked up and whim buying.
Even in Morrowind, Lord Drad thought, there are still swindlers, just as there were back in Cyrodiil. 'Alright, target it on my map, and we will use your area for a demonstration. I will bring a few pieces of gold, but not much. I will buy a few matter, but I have little gold to due with, so you 'll have to bare with my little of necessity .'He explained, rather pushy, what was going to bechance. But Navan took the bait, and put God Almighty Drad in control of the conversation.
backbone on the ship, the men were doing their daily port obligation. Whenever they were at port, they were to launder the deck, determine the canvass, check over all lines and rudders, and do cosmopolitan care. The gang was also to replenish on water, where it could be gotten for free. Lord Drad took a clip panel and walked into the storage room of the ship, where they kept their food supplying.
He took count of their supplies, doing a complete stock list impediment. Arla stood future to him with an ink pot, as he held the flight feather and paperboard. He looked up and down the shelves from front to back, opening up cabinets, checking every door. Arla helped by moving whatever her Master pointed to, and helping look at counts of all the mortal goods.
When they were finished, Lord Drad was able to cypher all the supplies, in a double-dyed food index. He then sat down in his office, and decided what needed to be ordered and bought for supplies, on their way back to Winterhold.
They had on card the ship ripe then these thing :
Lettuces 9
Tomato 5
Potato bag 6
boar meat 160 lbs.
Venison meat 50 lbs.
Rice 70 lbs.
boodle 30 lbs.
Tea 30 lbs.
saltiness 60 lbs.
herb 37 lbs.
nut 12 crate
wine ( cooking ) 17 nursing bottle
wine ( drink ) 8 bottles
flour 25 lbs
garlic 40 bulbs
cheese 6 wheel

Maker Drad looked at the leaning, and then documented it in his chieftain 's Log. It became more like a scrapbook of the ship, documenting everything in it. It was as if the bulwark in the police chief 's cabin could talk, and were writing their story.
He then wrote out a list of good they would need to ca-ca it to Winterhold, Skyrim. He wanted to stool no food stops, and no breaks needed. He wanted to be in Winterhold by the 1st of May, which was just 5 days away. They were still in the metropolis of Vivec, which was all the way on the Southern end of Vvardenfel.
When the list was made, it was labeled very simply, so that the crew could be easily charged with the task of gathering food and supplying from the bargainer of the city. Admiral Ply took 90 septims, and a few of his faculty military officer took 50 septims each. They went out with the leaning Creator Drad gave to them, as Lord Drad went to the St. Olms Canton, and to the main federal agency of the slave Traders'.
Lord Drad walked in, and was greeted by a young Breton, with a small soma, and a pretty smile. 'Welcome to the Vivec St. Olms cabal of Vvardenfel Slavers Co.'She said in a precious Western voice. She sounded as if she was from high-pitched Rock. 'What is your stage business here, sire, Lady ?'
'We were sent here by Navan Drasil, for a monstrance, and a bit of looking through your inventory .'Creator Drad said. He had a bag of atomic number 79 with him, with around 50 septims in it, which was all he was volition to spend in this place, no topic how effective the stuff looked.
The Breton nodded her head. 'Ah, yes, you will find Navan just through these doors .'She pointed behind her. 'Our inventory and shop is that way .'She pointed up the stairs, where there was a small gate, and then an unseen area.
'Navan said to total soon, so we shall go to this monstrance first .'God Almighty Drad spoke.
They walked into the binding, and discovered a full sized grooming room, with a combat pit, a bow range of a function, and a magic trick Practice subdivision as well. There were also cages, and cells, and chest of drawers of stuff around. This was where the slaves were trained properly.
Navan was sitting side by side to a male Argonian slave, whom was taking a break from bow shooting. 'Ah, Lord Drad, upright to see you here. We have the presentation all set up. It is a bit of an obstical form, but she will earn it through just fine, I am sure. There is nothing unsafe, so do n't concern for her safety .'He spoke to Lord Drad only.
'Of grade .'Almighty Drad said. 'Arla, are you fix to do this ?'He asked her.
'She is, of course of instruction .'Navan said. 'She would not take in asked to perform this task without being gear up. She was trained like that .'He answered for her. 'We trained her here, and we have never once had a faulty slave. Ask her even .'
'Arla ?'overlord Drad asked.
'He speaks the truth .'She said.
'Alright, well, continue then .'Lord Drad said.
She walked up to the practice area, and looked to the vertebral column of the bow range. There was a sack of watermellons at the end of the scope. Arla cast an open manus to the solid ground, pulling up the energy, and wrapping it around her whole arm. She then threw it quickly at the watermellons, splattering them and bursting them open, in a red rain. Her eyes remained at the range the completely time.
Navan looked to her mould the spell, and made commentaries on her. 'She just cast an energy spell at it. It took them, and sent enough Energy Department into them to split open .'Arla saw the small breast in the heart of the way, and knew she was to unfold it. She pushed her finger to the floor, and picked up a pinch of dust, then poured it into the lock. 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 ignition lock trap. It froze up well, freezing the junk in place, she then knelt down, and used the magnificent power of the world, to get together her vim. She drew up a red Energy, with a grim tint to it. She cast it directly into the lock hole, breaking the ice into shatters, and snapping the lock chamber off of it.
Navan explained to Lord Drad that she was using elemental energy, which was a vogue of genius that Worlocks used. He said that Magic that was pulled out of specific ingredient, and not out of objective, or your own memory, then it was elementary deception. He said that convention Magic was generated by a store of muscularity we have already in our body ... which are the simpleton, almost second hand like spells, that we master in. Then, you have the spells that you have to learn, which you may or may not have enough energy to do out of your own supplying. You may then get wind an addition to place upon your piece, making them all more mightily. A way of directly collecting vim right when you perform your go. Now, the most difficult spells are ritual Magic, which most prison term, you will find Shamans specializing in. They draw their gamy amounts of required energy right from their ritual. In fact, nigh of the in operation parts of a ritual are not the creating of the tour, but the collecting of energy.
By the time Navan had explained the different character of legerdemain, Lord Drad had seen his Slave destroy a minor crate with a tiny deadbolt of energy the size of it of his quill feather .'I am a season mavin, I know the panache and types .'Creator Drad told Navan.
'Oh, of form you are. I was just mentioning them out of habit, thinking outloud I guess .'He replied. He was deffinately sort of strange : just a bit too glad about his job. But, he was also a Manic little feller, whom had spent clip beyond the gate, into the relm of Sheogorath, which was named properly, the Shivering Isles. He was comfortably insane.
Arla went to the last physical object. She saw a ghost at the end of the range, and knew it to be harmful, by its aura. She threw a testis of fire down at it, and immediately sent another energy thunderbolt after it. She started flinging out deadbolt of zip from her arm, hitting the spectre one by one, weakening its atmosphere. She then gathered energy from the air about her, and flung a charged energy bolt after the ghost, which was now advancing on her. It hit the ghost in its upper neighborhood, and the spectre disappeared.
'She is a very skilled wizard in destruction, and illusion I can secernate. I wonder what else she can do in other fields .'Navan kept remarking with affair like this every few second.
Arla then finished her presentment and walked back to her sea captain, getting on her knees in full demonstration. She kept her fountainhead down, and centre lowered in respect to her Master, and awaited for his lodge. Divine Drad petted her nous, as one would do a small kitten. 'You may abide, and keep abreast me, Arla .'
She got to her feet, and stood a step behind Lord Drad with her bridge player behind her back, locked there in a firm traveling bag. She was mum, and ready to assist Lord Drad, just as she was perfectly trained to do. Navan, knowing it was his acquirement that shaped Arla like that, glowed in superbia at his work being so well used.
'Ah, if you are all done, you will receive our store up here, thoroughgoing with everything a hard worker owner should have, for a very affordable damage .'Navan said, leading them up some steps. They were then in a room full of shackles, traps, collars, leashes, rope, masks, narrow apparel, and other assorted train, all for maintaining a slave. 'Most of it is under ten gold per item .'Navan stated, as Lord Drad walked up one of the gangway.
Arla was a foot away from him, as though she were leashed. She kept her head word up, but her oculus down and on Divine Drad. She did look about the equipment some though. Lord Drad saw what looked like a length of ship chemical chain. But it was a leash. 'It 's for Orc striver .'Navan said, seeing the look Almighty Drad gave. 'Only stuff that 'll moderate 'em .'
noble Drad found two item that interested him. He found a collar, which had a special loop-the-loop, for attaching leashes, ropes, and former things such as that. He saw that the price was only 5 Septims for it, he grabbed it. He also liked the masque that was hanging up on a shelf. It was a fancy dress Masque, and it had a female face, with blackened scratches all over it, as if her pale white chassis was being ripped to let on the bloody red bone. And the masque portreyed very well.
Lord Drad looked at some leashes, and got one, just as an pulsation item. He also got her a small mantle, 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 open warm.
Navan gave them a price reduction on both the reversial of bewitchment, and for the goodness he bought. 'As one Mage to a genius, you are a rarified sight. Even for one whom studies conjuration, you are a rare sight to see. One that can keep that one as a hard worker, with her Magic untamed. That is why I had to sap it, she was a touchy one .'Navan said .'I congratulate you on your skills, Master Wizard !'
Lord Drad and Arla walked back to the ship footling after night, and went to their cabin. nobleman Drad put down the choker and masque, and then had Arla set down the leash and her blanket. She set them down on the chair right next to her.
'I am going to give the order to admiral Ply to cause way to Seyda Neen offset affair in the morn .'Her master told her, just before walking out the door. She was left to do with what she could.
She picked up the collar, and trey, and put it gently on the mesa. She picked up her masquerade party and also set it on the tabular array. Her blanket, she put on her common chair, which was enceinte, and very balmy. She could see herself curled up in that on frigid days.
She sat in her chair with her blanket, curled up, and reading her lambskin that Lord Drad had written out for her. She wanted to learn as dear she could, and to canvass his will, and become adamant in her duties would be the best affair for her she knew. She was curled up as a kitten when her Master returned from the deck of cards, his cloak a bit wet.
'It 's about to go raining tonight .'He commented to her. 'We will be in for grating weather condition tomorrow, and the next day as well, most likely. The Inner Sea, here on the West slope of Vvardenfel, gets many outpouring storms, and it will be a diabolical ride back up to Solstheim. I made a rout back up the coast, but did not count on storms .'Maker Drad looked to the table, then noticed Arla at his articulatio genus, awaiting rescript. He picked up the pinch, and wrapped it gently around Arla 's cervix, tightening it properly. He took the leash, and clasped it to the collar, holding the do by side.
Arla awaited her Master 's move, for her to be active, or otherwise. She remained on her knees, at attention, for any augury from her possessor. Her Master finally yanked the leash, pulling her to her metrical foot. She walked to her Master 's flank, and stood behind him, her hands locked behind her back in obedience to him.
'Walk with me, as we always do. I am going to get used to this III, so we will deliver to try it out like this .'Her original 's articulation, she could tell, was set on this, wanting to teach a new art. She gladly smiled, and nodded her headspring, happy to see her Owner 's grinning. 'The leash, we will not be using so very a great deal, but the collar you are to hold back on, being a symbol .'
Her Master walked about the Foreign Quarter of the urban center of Vivec with her, behind him and leashed. She kept her distance to a whole step back from her sea captain, being the most hard-nosed of places to be at post. She followed her master key 's every relocation with great care to her victor 's needs.
Lord Drad went down into the Canton 's many covered areas, where they were surrounded by shop class and stores, along with a number of hoi polloi moving about the area, in an indoors marketplace. Jehovah Drad took this chance to look for garish commodity, to deck his cabin a bit more. He had never really made it as a household, but now he knew he was going to take a shit that embark his permanent mansion. He picked up a number of things, from a earth with a stand, and a wall map of the many oceans and sea. He also got an hour glass, along with a overnice calendar, made with the guided hired man of Mages'lodge Astronomers. It all cost him around 100 Septims.
By ten at night, Arla and her Master were just putting all his new decorations into the office, and setting them up. It was eleven at Nox when there were finally done with that, and onto the other projects. 'What am I going to do about a trade, to reach the stumble up Second Earl of Guilford worth while. It 's not like me to go from one major urban center without leaving with freight to be taken to another city .'Lord Drad said to himself, as he smoked his pipe, aloft in his chair comfortably.
The night wore on with nobleman Drad in his hot seat, smoking his pipage, and drinking a small measure of skooma in a cup of tea. It would be just enough to send him into a peaceful dream land. Arla was curled up in her chair, now right on future to lord Drad 's, that way she could incline his tobacco pipe, and help him fix his swallow as he needed.
When the hour field glass emptied once more, they knew the hour to be one in the dawning. Creator Drad gulped the lastly of his tea, and then took off his cloak. Arla took it, and hung it up on the wrack, then came back to help her Master to his chamber.

To Dream of the Mist
Lord Drad laid in his bed, with Arla next to him, her warm body succeeding to his. He saw into the sky, stars all about him, the mist incedibly thick, but soft as pillows to touch. He reached out, and grabbed a small fistful of the stars, the dust all over his fingertips now.
Arla saw him arrive at up and grab at the air in the cabin, but knew not what her Master was doing, or what he wanted to catch. She watched as he looked at his fingerbreadth, as if they had something in them. She knew her Master was drinking skooma, but had never seen the drug in outcome before. She only knew that hallucinations were one of the many effects of it though.
overlord 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 eye of Dagoth Ur, the Devil of the spate. He felt the ash then turn to a sprey from the sea, and hit him in the face harshly. The country about him became the pack of cards of his ship, and he was sailing hard into the North, trying to keep open themselves at a fast pace. They could n't be running from the storm, for it was just a spring tempest, and they were already in it. They must give birth been trying to outsail something else.
By the clock time Lord Drad had turned, another sprey hit him in the face, and the panorama changed to a modest podium in the Arcane University, in the Imperial metropolis, with a row of stone judiciary curved about it. It was where his category for Summoning were usually taught. He sat at the podium, and he had a modest stone at his hands. 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 feet, then proceded to eat itself, tail first. This was a distant memory Godhead Drad had, from when he showed the powerfulness one could have over an creature 's will, when you use the powerfulness of delusion, illusion, and summoning. He was promoted in the Mages'Guild the day he made that display.
But the ophidian then burst into another mist, this time shining red, with run of black and lily-livered bolting through them. lord Drad searched, but all around him, the semblance flashed in and out of huis point.
Arla watched from the position of the bed, as her master key turned gently from side to side in his bed. His consistence, she noticed, was now covered in lather, and his breath was getting shorter. She watched him talk out some words, and then cast his hand about the Nox air, but cypher after that.
Lord Drad started to once again see through the mist once more, to retrieve that he was now in the imperial beard City, Waterfront District. He was behind the live house of the street, and the fencing was lit up by a common mullein ... the torch came from a man leaning against the clay house. He was of a slender habitus, lankey, and had a ready helping hand. For an Imperial, he was rather tall as well.
'Alright, I am Christophe, and I am the Auger of the stealer'Guild for the Waterfront, here in the imperial beard urban center .'The man said. overlord drad noticed the four former people standing there as well, all nodding their drumhead. 'You are all members of this guild, and can all get the same benefeits from it. Your free-lance theives, so go and steal things .'Christophe walked to the shopping centre of the group. 'You may all work in this city together, without disputes. All you need to do, is come here, to our local anaesthetic Guild Radclyffe Hall, where you will see mapping, and you will also see bullitin plug-in. Use them. differentiate out what you are planning to steal ... just marking the house will exact it as your own, and if someone else from this lodge hits it before you, you take it up with one of the Guild Augers. That is how it works for major occupation. For pickpocketing and petit larceny criminal offence, 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 other extremity. 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 cheek brightly.
The torch then went out from the wind instrument of the night, leaving Lord Drad in the wickedness. He could tell he was moving, as if he were in a ship, and that it was making way faster than many could hope. The ship rode into the Nox, the mist taking it from all around.
Divine Drad was at the ship 's master 's snuggle, giving out order of magnitude to stabilize the ship, keeping the wind from getting a hold of the sails and dragging them under the waves. He got another spray of misty saltwater in his case, and he awoke. It was seven in the break of day, by the light coming from the curtains.
Lord Drad awoke with Arla at his side, laying next to him with her arms wrapped about him. The ship 's crew could be heard outside hustling to get the ship out of harbor, Admiral Ply 's voice ringing out edict to the men. His shouts rang in his head, and Lord Drad knew that he was about to birth a very bumpy day, because the skooma the night before was a strong quite a little sufficiency to pee-pee him slip away into a Black Sleep.
Arla awoke as her master got out of bed. He quickly got dressed, and had his vest on. Arla got out of bed, and ready for the day, as her Master had told her she may do every morning, with routine. She waited outside the bathroom as her master key occupied it, as she tapped her ft holding in her wimpers. She truly was like a lilliputian pet, as the Slave flight simulator had trained her. They made her a truehearted pet to be sure.
Her Master came out of the john, and she walked in, doing her line quickly, and washing her face. The ship had an occupy pump system of rules, being fused with magic to celebrate it going. When she came out of the bath, her Master was pulling on his brand swath, along with a shudder of arrows, and a bow, which was unstring, but with the train attached to it.
Arla started putting her clothes on. She pulled over a shirt, made from cotton plant, and then a long sleeved shirt of fur, to keep warm. She put on a couplet of gasp made of fur as well, to hold back warm. She put her scarf of silk on, and came adjacent to her Master, kneeling next to him.
His lips spoke softly to her, as she heard him, she paid tending well. 'You need to tell admiral Ply to fall to my office, which I will be in for the side by side few time of day. He and I need to speak, and while we do, you are to remain mute, in the courner over here. You may curl up in your blanket if you wish, but hold open to your president .'She nodded her head teacher in aknowledgement of his orders.
She left her Master in his way, and she walked into the post of the cabin. Taking the cloak hung up, she swung it on and headed out the doorway to the deck. She walked about the deck quickly, having an schedule, and showing it in her movements. full admiral Ply was on the forth deck, in the galley eating a quick betimes breakfast when Arla approached him.
'Admiral Ply .'She said, standing before him.
'Yes, Lady Arla .'He said, looking up from a repast of wild boar ham and eggs.
'I was sent to say you to come across my Master in his agency .'Arla said with a calm accent. 'He said he would be there for a few hours or so, so I assume he would let the time be up to you .'
'I understand, lady Arla .'He said, then taking another morsel from his food.
Arla walked back up the stairs to the deck, and into her overlord 's cabin. He was sitting at his desk, with a smokestack of parchments in battlefront of him. He was adding up all the dispatch, and all of the gold outgo. He put it all into a leaflet, and placed it in his desk. She knew he was busy, but not so busy as to not want her to interrupt him with an update.
'Master, I have given the summons to Admiral Ply. Do you have any former orders for me, passkey ?'She said, kneeling at his side. Her head remained arching as her Master pat her gently, making her flavour all the enjoyment she could ever imagine.
'Go into the William Chambers, and play out a low pot of tea, for me and the Admiral to drink while we begin our discussion .'He said, still petting her headway. 'Bring out all the settings as well, and put it on a trey, we will carry it there, and fix it ourselves .'
Arla glowed with a deep gratification, having her Master use her properly. She went into the chambers, and began a pot to boil, and set up a tea pot with leafage tea, and prepared the cup and spoonful, setting them all on a trey, and putting a small dish of milk and a small cup of tea of scratch on the trey as well, then setting it up in the billet. She waited while the tea began to moil, as her superior continued to go about his duties.
It was about noon when Admiral Ply knocked at Lord Drad 's bureau door. 'Enter, admiral !'Maker Drad barked. The admiral walked into the cabin, where noble Drad 's office was located. Arla heard him enter, so she came into the part from the chambers.
admiral Ply was sitting in the chair opposite of Lord Drad 's, and Arla 's professorship was just next to her passkey 's. She came in, and curled up in her mantle, her spike perked, listening to her sea captain and the admiral speak, as a little kitten would do.
They spoke of their next move, as Captains. Her Master told full admiral Ply that he would be operating a small ship built for coastal deliveries, and select a short route at first, to get him used to commanding a ship of his own.
Admiral Ply thanked Lord Drad when he heard the newsworthiness. But her victor finished the subject by saying to him. 'But, this is of little importance, for we will not be there for another calendar week, at to the lowest degree. What is significant is finding a proper livery from Seyda Neen to either New Rock, or Winterhold. Even just to somewhere along the way from there .'
admiral Ply snapped back to attention. 'Well, chieftain, there is always a chance that somebody in Ebonhart will now need some commodity shipped, and you definitely want to pack the western United States route .'
'Yes, and I heard that the markets there were doing well, raising their damage, meaning they are also gaining in goods .'Her master added. 'We should be capable to find out something very quickly. Tell the crowd to make way to Ebonhart, when we see it. Also, while there, get the bunch to all guide stocks of their weapons, the conditions, and the usefulness of them ... .if there is enough demand, we will resupply the completely crew with new weapons, and new equipment, all on the Drad merchandiser Co.'
'Yes, sea captain .'Admiral Ply said. 'And what about the stores, shall they be filled with even more trade good ?'
'No, we have enough to last us another hebdomad and a half, without any stops. We will make believe it with what we have, Admiral Ply .'Her Master said .'I have just checked the inventorying, and all is well. We will also confuse some fish net into the water when we make it up North a lilliputian bit. I heard Matshire run in shoal in the Inner Sea. We 'll have our helping hand at them for sure .'
Admiral Ply nodded. Arla watched as her Master got more comfortable in his chair while speaking with the Admiral. She as well got more easy, now wrapping into a low formal in her cover, and snuggling herself. She was so cute, and she was sure her sea captain thought so as well. He looked over to her with a flaccid smile every now and again, which made Arla 's little heart and soul race when he did.
The conversation between them ended with a rather worry note. Her Master looked up to admiral Ply, as he was getting up, and said to him. 'And where would you like to deliver a skooma Nox at, full admiral Ply ?'
Admiral Ply looked with astonishment at his Captain, whom was never heard of taking breaks for a night, even to let the crew rest, he always split them in two shimmy, to still spare prison term. With no solvent from the rather shocked admiral Ply, Lord Drad snapped his finger, so Admiral Ply would rupture out of it. 'Or perhaps there need be any skooma for you, if you are already dreaming .'Her Master said jokingly to full admiral Ply with a laughing vocalisation. Arla giggled as she watched.
'Um, well, if you want to do it on land, I suggest not next to any major metropolis, cause you know the crowd is bound to throw some rough ones .'Admiral Ply began, blushing now. 'And if you do it at sea, I would at least hold to the Inner Sea, seeing as how you can survive a dunk in this water system, if you have the ability to float ; in the Sea of wraith, the temperature will change by reversal you blue within two minutes. I would indicate going up to the West Gash region, and making a small stop in Gnar Mok, which is not so big of a city. There, we will have just the rightfield surface area, with just enough trouble around for the crew to get into .'
Arla could n't help but to giggle at his answer. Her victor turned to her, and his eyes told her to stay hush. She bowed her school principal, then tucked her oral fissure under the blanket, keeping snuggery and quiet.
Her Master spoke to Admiral Ply side by side with a slight different tone, indicating that he was in a mood for a break. 'Admiral, we have fifty bottle of skooma, each bottle with enough in it for two mending .'His personal manner was relaxed, sitting in his comfy chair, his substructure propped on his desk. As admiral Ply looked down at him, he listend well the word his chieftain spoke. 'It is time that I start taking more lax deliveries. I am the Champion after all, and I have the right field to aim more lax jobs if I wish. I happen to take aim the urgent contract bridge, because I am unspoilt at them, and I needed that extra bonus. But right now, I think we are going to just take a slack calendar month, where we just enjoy ourselves. moot it a working vacation .'
Now the full admiral was surely dumbfounded. Lord Drad would never have said that when the Admiral had outset met him. But he kept his amazement to himself, and said. 'Yes, Captain, and we thank you, Sir .'With a very formal voice.
As she saw admiral Ply leave the elbow room, Arla came and knelt future to her Master. He looked to her and was about to speak, but he kept shutting his back talk. He could not find the words. Eventually, after a few minutes of persuasion, he simply leaned back in his desk and said. 'Pull out my pipe, Arla, and pack it with that sweet cherry leaf .'
Arla got up from her hot seat, oscitancy, then walked to the desk, where she put the leaf. She pulled out her master key 's pipe from her bulge, and then grabbed a pinch of crimson leafage from the bag. She sifted it, and footing it, then packed it firmly into his pipe for him. She set it to his lips, where he took it, then lit a match, and let her Master puff of air it a while, before waving the match out, and discarding it in the ashtray upon her passkey 's desk.
Her Master shut his eyes, and drifted off into a dream. The effects of skooma ; it stays in your arrangement, and continues to give you dreams and delusion until it is all filtered out of your current. He held his pipe to the slope, and Arla picked it up before he dropped it. She worried for her professional now, seeing that he was addicted to the meat. He had only had a ace social disease of it, and he was already coming down from the drug 's nasty English effects.
Arla barred the room access to the cabin, leaving them locked in privacy, so her Master could recuperate from his experimental condition. She saw her superior go through the moving ridge of powerful sleep. It was mighty powerful stuff, Arla knew, and her Master had taken quite a bit ... .is this how the whole work party going to be when they all drank it ?
Divine Drad 's nous became unbalanced, and he saw the earth through the optic of a beast, an animal, set up to strike. He stared at the door, and saw the lock. He looked to Arla, his slave, and he knew that they were prophylactic for the moment. He then became achromatic. His outlook let him relax.
'Master, let me aid you get into bed .'She asked him.
Almighty Drad knew that this was not natural skooma. It was infected with synodic month Sugar for sure. It could not be given to the gang, and could not be allowed to be spread. He was in a cool off state of mind, at the moment, void of visual modality and illusion. He simply could intend 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 turn one's stomach the crowd. You must receive me the potions box I carry in my elbow room. I have to pimp the medication used for recovering freak. Fortunately, it is easy to fix, needing only a few pinches of Ashsalts, a bit of the skooma itself, and some of my blood. It will express me how much I am in motive to take by the colouring it turns when I add the ashsalts to it .'
Arla saw her master copy was in his veracious judgment now, and needed her help. She ran into his bedroom, and searched for his potions box, where he kept all of his require prick. She looked next to his bed, and next to the can. She almost gave up when she spotted it sitting next to the weapon rack. She grabbed it, and ran back into the billet.
'Master, I have the potions box for you, and the residuum of the skooma .'Jehovah Drad heard his hard worker say, from behind his chair. He had her set up the alembic, and then the trench mortar and pestle, along with the former equipment. Lord Drad put the small phial under very hot, plumb fire coming from the burner of the potions set. He added ashsalts to the vial, then a bit of skooma from the bottle that he drank it from. He cut his picayune finger's breadth, and let the blood dripping into the vial. It boiled quickly, and turned a bright pinko, and then murky red coloration, telling Lord Drad that he had more Moon Sugar in his system than he had skooma. He had to ingest a digest amount of medicament to balance the effects of the Moon Sugar.
Arla saw her master key 's pain, and could see she could do nothing to avail him. He was in his own privet hell, and she had to keep it to herself, l the crew see their maitre d'hotel in such a state of matter. When he was better, he would be able to draw in out of this.
Godhead Drad mixed the chemical substance, along with the ashes of taproot leaves. It would add in decent chemicals to project off a hangover. lord Drad was good at potion making, and knowing what personal effects balanced what. It was rather easygoing, he thought, if only his torso was more capable while he was like this.
After fifteen instant, the potion was done, sitting in a cooling ampul. Arla saw her skipper down the vial in one drink. He then got up, and walked to his bedchamber. He knew he had another five hours before they arrived in Seyda Neen. Arla knew her victor would be better then, but that he would necessitate to give birth affair ready to go then. She set to work cleaning up the potions box, putting it back where it was found, then setting her headmaster 's part back into club.
She saw her master copy laying on his bed, with his arms stretched out broad, and his leg straight out. She could not help but to go over to him, and get atop him, sitting on the book binding of his pegleg. She leaned down and put her paw to his neck opening, rubbing it gently, and firmly. She rubbed him all the way down his backbone, and over his costa, completely relaxing her Master. She purred as she felt her superior 's contented gasp of air. She continued to rub him until she felt him fall to sleep.
She went into the office, and pulled the tea trey back into the bedchamber, where she began to heat more water. She knew her Master would require tea by this meter, so she got to it before he woke up. He would also want something to eat. She pulled out a bit of the bristleback marrow, and placed it over the firing on a lowly grated grillroom. She pulled out a loaf of the unsliced clams, and cut off a few slices of it. She put them over the fire, near some coals, to stool them toast.
When God Almighty Drad awoke, he had tea next to him, still hot, and a photographic plate of bristleback meat, testis, goner with butter, and a small Syzygium aromaticum of falsify garlic, to mix with his eggs. His hard worker had prepared his meal for him while he slept. He was more grateful than he could yet extract to her.
Arla watched her lord scarf down all of the eggs within a few chomp, using the toast and ramification as a lowly exclusive. She saw her meal, once a large plate full of food for thought, become zippo in a affair of arcminute, her Master '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 upkeep of your Master, even whilst he sleeps .'He said to her. 'If you will aid me in finding my maps, and sliding a table in here. I will plot our course of action properly .'
Arla grabbed a few single-valued function from her superior 's office, and pulled a table into the chambers, next to Godhead Drad 's bed. She watched as her Master wrote down specific centering for his Admiral to put out the bunch. He gave precise coordinates, and he marked on the map each guiding landmark. She noticed that his pencil never stopped moving, always writing notes and oral presentation, silently.
Her Master, after a while, got up and put on his jacket, then walked to the office, and pulled his cloak on. He went outside, and went to recover 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 shoulder joint.
He turned. 'Yes, Captain .'
'We have a job, 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 control of himself, and off of the drug 's influence.
'Yes, skipper, but what is the subject ?'admiral Ply asked, worried now. 'You seem very shaken about this .'
'Come to my cabin, and we shall babble there .'Arla heard her passkey say. 'It has to do with out extra crates, so derive alone .'He whispered to admiral Ply.
They then walked back to the cabin, where Arla sat straight up in her professorship as her Master sat in his own chairperson. He took out a bag of mint leaf, and began to fall apart it up, then jam it into his pipe. He snapped his finger, and Arla knew to come to him with a lucifer, and light his pipage. She zipped it across her belt, and held the burning at the stake mate to wanton Jehovah Drad 's pipework, as he puffed on it hastily.
'Last Nox, I was brave enough to try a dose of that skooma that we got, in my tea. I put one-half of the nursing bottle in a whole tea pot, so I got a niggling bit per Elvis. It was adequate to make me pass into a Shirley Temple Black quietus, Ply .'Her Master explained .'I did a trace check on it today, and found it to be laced with Moon Sugar. I had to take an anti-venom, because my consistence was rejecting it so badly. This crate of skooma we carry is not to be used. It is dirty, and more right than any on this ship can handle. The lone 1 I would feel sound about selling this to is a Mage at the imperial beard University looking for study exams .'
'But sir, who would be able to set up a tangency like that ?'admiral Ply asked .'I feel that the theives'Guild here is rather low on business. And surely, the Theives'Guild in the Imperial City would have such physical contact, but when would we be able to get down there to trade it off ?'
'We will keep it on circuit card ship, but we will not concern it. We are going to be in the main Skyrim dockage in a hebdomad or so now, and we will be there for quite a spell. There, we will sell off the Au bars, and we will split it up .'Lord Drad told Admiral Ply. 'But there is also where you will be leaving my company. You will be in charge of the merchant course ship Weatherstride, and you will there pick out your work party of 12 skimmer from the chief Skyrim offices .'
admiral Ply shook his head, and thanked his chieftain for the promotion. 'It means a lot to me, Captain Drad. I have wanted my own ship for quite some time now, and I thank that you have seen me as worthy of having one .'He praised.
'Just wee sure enough you keep it in expert condition. It is a new ship, and will manoeuvre like one. Break it in a bit to get it in order. Find its kinks, and make use of them .'overlord Drad instructed. 'Also, you are getting the path from Anvil, Cyrodiil, to Bravil, Cyrodiil. I will rule out what your bringing will consist of, but you will get them there quickly, and be a regular merchant ship .'
'I understand maitre d'hotel Drad .'
'Now, make for sure to keep the skooma a secret. Dismissed .'Lord Drad said. Admiral Ply left the cabin, and went about his duties. Arla then walked to her Master, and knelt besides him .'I have no order for you right now, Arla .'Her overlord told her, rubbing her chin gently.
'May I study a few magic books, Master ?'She asked, her head bowed.
Her Master looked at her, and she peeked up at him with soft pleading center. She knew he would go down, and he did. 'Yes, and make sure enough you start with the lower stage. I want you to memorize a line of descent amount of restoration magics, before you go into death, or mysticism legerdemain .'
She got up, and went to her professional 's library of arcane books. She saw them to be filled with all sorts of key to magic hypothesis. She took as many notes as she could sound, and could comprehend, and looked up everything she could have dreamed. She knew her master had one-half of the Arcane University 's stalked books, by the richness of the library.
Her Master sat alone in his power, drawing out plans to get to the Topal Sea, in southern Cyrodiil She noticed about him now, that he did not use other peoples'writing cock : he kept his own set, with a pencil, pen, and brush.
Arla knew after a few hours that they were pulling into the little docks of Seyda Neen. Her Master was going here maybe to distinguish the people that he had sold the skooma to not to betray it to anyone. She would watch over him anywhere, so it hardly mattered, at this point.
Her headmaster walked into the chamber, and sat in his bed for a few seconds as Arla jotted down one utmost point, from her studies before coming up to him and kneeling before him. 'Master, I am at your avail .'
Her Master 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 take you to curb a few affair for me, while I handle some commercial enterprise. I am going to sell off the rest of this skooma tonight, and I do not wish to let the hale crew know we are going to be selling it all off. I just necessitate you to be my extra script tonight, alright, Arla .'He told her.
She nodded her principal, and smiled, waiting her job. 'What may I do for now, maestro ?'She asked.
'Go to the confidential grate in the floor, on the first deck of cards, and you will discover the bag of skooma, fetch it. Once it is here, go and get me the bars of gold. We are going to have them melted down and made into actual septims, so we are not carrying around unmarked atomic number 79 .'Her professional ordered. 'Then comeback, and we will get started on our line .'
Arla ran down to the inaugural pack of cards, and into the golden cabinet, then under the rug. She pulled up the loose floor board, and grabbed the bag of skooma bottle, along with the six bars of atomic number 79. She then replaced the flooring table and rug, making her way back up to her Master. The skooma was rather wakeless, for as light of a liquid state it was. She brung the skooma and atomic number 79 up to her Master 's office, and told him she was finished.
'Now, we are just about docked in Seyda Neen. We will be here until Sunrise tomorrow. We are stopping here to maybe pick up a pitch on the way to Winterhold .'Her master told her. 'While here, we are going to betray the rest of this skooma to the topical anesthetic thief, but at a higher price, considering what it is .'
Arla listened well to her Master 's phonation .'I understand master ; just severalise me what to do to serve you .'She assured him.
'When we are docked, I am going to be searching for deliveries. I want you to follow me, and be cook to hustle back to the ship somewhere around one and two in the morning to get the skooma and amber .'Her passkey told her. She nodded her heading. 'And you will be needed of line, for random former little point .'
Her master key then went into his cabinet and pulled out a manual of arms of trades. This one had only two transactions in it, and was only on the initiatory Page. It had the slew between himself and Ralflod, marking the amount of money of skooma and amount of gold traded. It also had the natural endowment of Arla, to Lord Drad. This book was obviously the black 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 require records of my behaviour, even if they were illegal. So, from now on, all off the record transactions we do, that is not done under contract bridge from Drad merchandiser Co., will be recorded in this book of account from now on .'Her superior told her. The record he held was four in thick, and had a black leather back on it, not yet marked .'I am making it the alternate Captain 's Log, so we may birth a thoroughgoing phonograph recording of what is happening on this ship. When I branch off a bit, in Cyrodiil, I will be doing more and more freelancing, and maybe even a bit of marauder work, on a few coastal islands. I will get a impinging in the stealer'lodge in Cyrodiil, and will then be able to fence off the particular for a evenhandedly amount of net .'
Arla nodded once more. She knew her captain was excited about this, and she was gladiolus he was so. But she knew if he were to rant on, he would forget to let her at informality. 'Master, would it please you if I were at ease for the time being ?'She asked him, while he was puffing his pipe.
'Yes, of course of action, Arla .'He said. Lord Drad walked around the desk, and pulled the single-valued function back, and folded them up, clearing a small helping of his desk. He then went about sorting out all of his written document, and cleaning up his desk. When it was finally clean-living of all excess lambskin, he sat down in his chair, and puffed his pipe more comfortably. 'Arla, go get a wine-colored crank out of my William Chambers, please. And under my bed is a bottle of imperial beard metropolis 's elderly Iliac. It 's the best vino this side of summerset isle. Bring two glasses in fact .'He told her.
Arla got out of her president, and went into her superior 's chambers, gathering the two glasses, and the bottle of red vino. She sat them on her Master 's desk, and awaited further operating instructions. 'Master, what is my next objective ?'She asked.
'Bring your chair over here, and sit with me .'He said. She did as told, getting her chair as close to his as she could. Almighty Drad poured her a glass of the sweet red vino, then some into his own glass. He opened the alternate sea captain 's Log, and began to save in it his singular cursive script.

We have gathered the last fifty bottles of skooma, minus the one I drank from. I found, upon drinking a dose of the drug, that it was heavily laced with the powdery drug called 'Moon Sugar'. We are in Seyda Neen now, and are going to deal it at 30 septims a bottle at the local stealer'club. We will pock the dealing properly in this Koran to register record of it.
Arla waited for her Master to take the initiatory sip of his wine-colored, before she would even touch her chalk. He set the black book aside, and took a sip from his chicken feed. It was tasty, with just enough sweetness to equilibrize out the intrinsic turn flavor of alcohol. Arla then took a sip of hers after her Master had sat down his drinking glass.
'Look out the room access there, and tell me how close to being docked we are, Arla .'Lord Drad ordered her. She went to the door, and opened it. She peeked her head 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 passkey dutifully .'I think it would be safe to unboard the ship now .'
master Drad walked to the door, and threw on his cloak. He then made his way off the pack of cards 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 townspeople, looking for random shops, and inns. They found the bulletin table in the town snapper had all the store deliveries written on it. It turned out that the Imperial Scouts had three crates of equipment they needed sent to their Scout in Dagon Fel, where they were being trained. Lord Drad made his way to the post, and spoke with the leading policeman.
By the clip all the inside information of the journeying were worked out, it was well past times ten at night. They were loading the ship with the load, as overlord Drad and Arla walked into the local inn, and ordered a drink, keeping a lookout for Ralflod. He was usually in this inn, master Drad was sure.
The consignment of the crate would fare out to 50 septims per crate, a 300 Septim shipping care, and from the Drad Merchant Co. Creator Drad made another 100 septims, for his incentive. That made the tripper worth 450 septims, plus an excess 100 for master Drad.
Lord Drad spotted Ralflod, and ordered an excess Mead. 'Ralflod, I ca n't seem to call back where to buy those fence in posts at, can you direct me ?'Lord Drad said to him, handing him the drink .'I have some more to process with now .'
Ralflod looked amazed at noble Drad, along with his slave, Arla, on a trine and collar .'I ... I do. I can help ya .'He said, shaking off the opinion. 'Make your way to the usual spot at around one tonight, and we will do byplay .'He then walked off in the tap house.
Creator Drad walked out of the inn, him holding the deuce-ace connected to Arla. He walked them back to the sour grass, and sat as his crowd pulled the concluding of the three crates in the ship. They were immense, the sizing as a man is marvellous, and as blanket as a wagon. They were filled with fore, pointer, cloaks, and small daggers. All were stacked compactly, making them even heavier. Lord Drad noticed the ship sink in the H2O another foundation, indicating how often weight the ship had taken in because of the crate.
He walked back into the ship, and went to his office, where he marked in the maitre d'hotel 's Log the manner of speaking, pickup, and amount for the dealing. He made certainly 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 shift down on the floor. 'Well, what is it, Maker Drad ?'Ralflod asked.
´49 nursing bottle of skooma, laced with lunar month Sugar .'Lord Drad replied. 'It 's far too potent for the crew of my ship to handle, and I am not going to keep it around. If you can find Mages willing to bring it, that would be preferable .'
Ralflod looked at the sack, and said. 'We have only a bit more receipts, so what are you thinking per bottle ?'
'30 septims per bottle, and if you do n't sustain enough to comprehend that, give me what you have in Au, and have me a contact that I may join the Cyrodiil 's thief'order. I want a ensure spot in the organization .'Arla heard her headmaster slew with the petty thief.
'I can do that. I can give you 500 septims for the skooma, and the rest can only be paid with entropy .'Ralflod said, keeping his centre locked on the skooma.
'Then the skooma is yours, Ralflod, but under one Thomas More condition only. I want you to assure me that you wont sell it to those you know ca n't handle it. This is for powerful Magic exploiter only, and even that needs to be taken at a small dose, as I found out. I want you to sell it to Mages in the Mages'order, getting it into the proper mitt, in doing so. It 's simpleton ethical code, as I am trusted you can check .'Lord Drad told him. 'Now, where can I get the gold barroom melted down into septims ? I no longer want lucky measure .'
'We can do that here, if you wish .'Ralflod said. 'We have the crush here .'
'Good. And what of your middleman with the Cyrodiil Thieves'gild ?'
'His name is Armond Christophe, and he lives in the Waterfront District of the imperial beard City. He is the dean of the imperial metropolis sector of the Guild. Most of us refer to it simply as 'the Guild'.'Ralflod said.
'Now, the skooma you will remark, after testing, has a very high total of Moon lucre in it, not found in pattern doses of skooma. That is why it is so potent .'lord Drad explained. 'If you would be so kind, however, as to please melt the gold measure, and whatever other atomic number 79 bars you are giving us in exchange for the skooma .'
'Of grade .'Ralflod had his sycophant set to work on the kiln, getting the insistency quick to create septims for Lord Drad. The process took around 30 min, and they put all the coins into a pouch. Lord Drad walked out of the cave with 1'100 septims, all in coins. They went back to the ship, and divvied up all of the gold.
Lord Drad sat in his agency, and divided up all the gold into pocket, and setting them on his desk. He then barred his door, and walked into his chambers. Arla followed her Master, and helped him get his shoe 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 tight to her victor as she could letting his heat flood her physical structure. She threw her arm around him, and held him as they slept, the Night wearing on peacefully. Godhead Drad knew his striver felt for him, and it was an tongueless agreement, for she knew as well, that he cared about her.
Lord Drad awoke early, at around six in the morning, when the crew was just getting up. He walked out to the pack of cards, to see the misty seaport before they pulled out. He drank a bit of tea as he stared out at the dark water system. Arla lay asleep as her Master prowled the pack of cards.
Lord Drad stood in the police captain 's nest as his crowd began getting the ship ready to sail. Men about him started moving, pulling the sails down, untying the line of credit, pulling up the keystone, and manning the oars. The ship pulled out of harbor at seven thirty that good morning, the crew rowing to get them out to deeper ocean. lord Drad felt the ship Menachem 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 educate for a patch in the city, for we will be leaving from there for the Topal Sea, in the South of Cyrodiil .'Her Master told her. 'When in Cyrodiil, I will most likely set up a new faction of Drad merchandiser Co., so I can assure it from Cyrodiil. I will buy a manor house or something in either Bravil or anvil .'
This was quite a revelation for her passkey to secernate her, Arla thought. She knew that he was making large steps, on procuring his estate even more. She knew this was a major share to the Drad Merchant Co.
'So, you will need some decently clothes ; something a Lady would wear. I am a Divine of the empire, and if you are my slave, you should be seen as one worth serving a Lord .'Arla listened closely to what her Master was telling her. 'You will buy a new wardrobe, in Skyrim. We are Nord, and will dress in our fashion, but our imposing fashion .'

Godhead Drad sat in his business office, May 1st, on the dock of Winterhold. He had a shipyard there, with a broad time crew handling the warehouse, and a wholly fleet at his command there. He wrote off orders and sent in invoices, searching his desk for a stack of parchment that he needed to find.
Arla sat next to him, and helped him by gathering things here and there, being his extra set of bridge player. She knew her overlord had to finish here quickly, because they were starting a new camarilla in Cyrodiil. She gave her military service wherever it could be used, trying her best to help her Master finish his task.
When Lord Drad finished with his paperwork, he called in one of his administrators from the storage warehouse. 'Mr. Argel, I have a task for you .'
'Yes, police captain Drad .'The man asked.
'I need you to ascertain me an administrator with the ability of taking over my district tariff here .'He said. 'Mr. Argel, I need this done within a week .'
'I can talk to Harse Elohein about taking up the job. He was whom was in direction of your duties, while you were away at sea, overlord .'Mr. Argel said.
'Thank you, Mr. Argel, and do n't forget to render the doer a raise in salary, everyone in the storage warehouse gets another Septim per day, and the bunch of all ships get another two. progress to sure the headwaiter of the fleet all receive a incentive of 20 septims per bringing. This will keep our bunch and workers happy, while I am away for a spell .'
'Is there anything else I can aid you with, Lord Drad ?'Mr. Argel asked his employer.
'I am going to be setting up another faction of Drad Merchant Co. in the Confederate States of Cyrodiil. I will want names of attorney and the locations of suitable manor house. I have a budget of 200'000 septims to work with, for a manor and lands, and the Drad merchant Co. will be capable to pay for 45 % of whatever is bought to cover its saltation .'Creator Drad said in a stern spokesperson. 'Bring me lands pricing for the areas of anvil, and Bravil, and anywhere on the coast in between. I will even accept something in the Imperial city. Also, fetch me the names of attorney, and I will be happy with your service .'
'Yes, sire .'Mr. Argel said, then excused himself from the agency.
Arla went to the belittled stove, and poured her skipper a cup of hot tea from the pot, then poured in a fragile bit of milk, along with two spoons of dough, just as he liked it. She brought it to him, and he took it with privation. 'Thank you, dear pet .'He said.
It was around 1:45 in the good afternoon when lord Drad left his office on the docks, and made his way back to his ship. He there pulled out a fine natural selection of apparel. Joseph Black bloomers, a Black shirt, with a very dark purpleness vest, along with a cloak of fur that was gallant.
He had Arla help pull off his apparel, and indemnification him in the dress he had picked out. He was a straight Lord, just by his height, and his activity reflected that. Arla saw the world power her overlord held now, with his wax Lordly attire upon him.
'Master, what is your desire ?'Arla asked him.
'Get ready, we are going to train you shopping. We will go to my manor here, and commandeer one of the lady handmaid there to avail you with shopping .'Her Master told her. Arla went to the W.C., and pulled out a few clothes that could be passed as presentable in strawman of baronial company. She quickly got dressed under her Master 's watchful eye.
Arla held her master copy 's arm as they made their way down the streets of Winterhold, which were now just coming out of their frost. Jehovah Drad had Arla fall out him down to the last street in the city, where he had his manor house. They entered the cozy two story theater, and made their way up to the room which Lord Drad had as his bedroom. He picked up a few things, then walked into the kitchen, where Jestra, a maidservant, was dusting off a counterpunch.
'Jestra, we are going to want you to number shopping with us today .'Lord Drad said. 'My dear pet here ,'He jerked Arla 's tercet just enough to usher it. 'Is in need of a new press, and I am not the exact someone that is fit with handling that sort of thing. So, I am asking you to give us your company, and skills at that .'
Arla had a complete press by dusk that Nox, with parasol and new cloak of silk. She was set now to look like a peeress of the homage. When they returned to the ship, Arla was instructed to put all her clothes in the wardrobe, in a indicate section.
Her Master began to front at function, as she put away her clothes. He charted out a course from Winterhold to anvil, to begin with. He figured that they would be there within a calendar week and a half, so he pulled out a clean canvass of parchment, and began to write out a list of provision that would be needed for the journey. He wanted to just get there, and begin setting up his business.
Back in his office staff, on the 2nd May, Mr. Argel brought him a booklet of the theme he requested the day before, listing lawyers and manor around the anvil and Bravil area. Lord Drad looked through them, and made grade for each area, looking for an area perfect tense for his business.
Arla was there beside her schoolmaster once again. She was there as his extra set of hands, and she was also there to retain him society within his workplace. 'Arla .'He said to her, after a patch of searching through the document. 'Go fetch me Admiral Ply, and tell him to see me here .'
Arla disappeared into the warehouse, and onto the docks to obtain full admiral Ply. Almighty Drad continued to contract all the papers that he needed to, in monastic order to keep the Skyrim faction running in his absence. Arla returned soon enough with Admiral Ply.
She knelt at his groundwork when she returned. 'Arla you may go and cook our cabin in the ship for leaving. We will make way soon after Sunset tonight .'Her master told her. She got up and walked out of the office.
'Admiral Ply, I present to you the ship Weatherstride for you to command. You will be the chieftain of that ship, and instead of the one which I mentioned to you before, your rout will be the one from New Rock, Solstheim, to Dagon Fel, Vvardenfel .'Lord Drad said, his eyes looking into the depths of full admiral Ply 's. 'You will incur that you have a cabin already set up for your use, and an unused headwaiter 's Log. You are to sail for New Rock in a 24-hour interval time, bringing with you twelve crowd appendage of your own option from the new extremity .'
full admiral Ply looked to his Captain, and spoke. 'Thank you, Captain Drad. This means a great pile to me .'
'I know it does, Captain Ply. 'He picked up a composition of parchment. 'Your salary will become 2'000 septims per month, which you will receive at New Rock on the firstly of every month. You will find a incentive of 50 septims per completed rescue. Also, you will sustain a budget of 1'000 septims per week, to expend on your crew and the ship, and an extra 500 septims per hebdomad for supplies and food .'He handed the lambskin to Captain Ply. 'Here is your speech lodge. Dismissed, Captain Ply .'
noble Drad spent the rest of his night walking about the seaside of the urban center, Arla a step behind him. He watched the Sun go down over the pot, and the waves of the sea crash into the coke covered drop. Lord 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, when she and her Master waited, as he called in another member of the dock squad. 'Mr. Shadd, are you at all familiar with large frigates, and how to overlook one ?'He asked right away.
Mr. Shadd thought a while, then spoke to his employer. 'Well, I have commanded a merchant ship from Vivec to anvil before, so I think I could manage a frigate, Sir .'
'Well ! Welcome aboard the Winterwriter, you are now promoted to Admiral, and will be sailing in my watercraft as my first off spouse and Officer. You shall be taking the admiral 's post for my ship .'Lord Drad explained. 'Your earnings will be little to a lesser extent than a headwaiter 's, and you will receive a cut of all deliveries, of class .'
'Thank you, Lord Drad .'Mr. Shadd said, with excitement in his interpreter.
'We leave for incus this very night, and the work party is already prepared to make librate .'Arla heard, as they walked out of the function, shutting all lamps down. 'So get your stuff, and be on circuit card the ship in an hr .'
Mr. Shadd ran to his diminished bunkhouse, and gathered his equipment, while Lord Drad and Arla walked to the ship, and made ready to go away port .'I think he will knead out just fine with this crew, Arla .'Creator Drad commented, as she put away her cloak.
'Indeed, he seems surely enough, my Almighty .'She replied. He original brought her out on deck with her leash, and saw that the ship was quick to establish its way out of interface. All they were waiting on was commander Shadd.
He quickly came running up the ship Allium tricoccum, and the men loaded it up, untying the end crease. 'Give the command to throw way .'Lord Drad told his Commander.

spread at Sea

'Drop sails ! Make way out of port !'commander Shadd shouted, and the men hustled to get the sails down. Quickly, the ship was out to sea, and the sheet filled with wind. 'Disband oars, and start out getting tight on those canvass lines !'He shouted after they were out to sea, knowing they needed to click the fart into the sails, in parliamentary procedure to get the ship seafaring at full speed.
Arla was result by her schoolmaster into the cabin, and they took off their cloaks there. She had her III taken off, and hung up by the cabin door. Her Master then commanded her to arrive into the bed chambers.
She saw him waiting inside, with his shoes off, and stripping off his shirt. The fervidness was already crackling, so the elbow room was very fond. Her Master then stripped off his pants, leaving him in his boxers, made of cotton wool.
'Come, strip .'He ordered.
Arla made her way to the bed, and knelt before her Master. She then began unbuttoning her shirt, until her bare thorax was showing. She pulled off her shirt, leaving the flimsy wrap of textile around her firm white meat, which were still quite unfilled out. She unwrapped her cloth, and bared her breasts, showing her to have plump mamilla, with pink top, her knocker just about a handful each. She got up, her head down, and unlaced her pants, stripping them off quickly. Her silk underclothes covered her humble dapple of red hairsbreadth at her genitals.
'Master, are you going to take me tonight ?'She asked, an speculative looking at on her facial expression, but not a fear.
'Continue, and we shall find out .'He replied. She pulled off her underwear, and placed them in the pile of clothes at her foundation. 'Now, go and absquatulate the cabin door, then this one, and come to bed .'
She walked out the chamber, and into the authority. Bolting the door to the cabin, she came to the chamber threshold, and bolted that shut as well. Lord Drad was pleased to see her hips swaying as they did, waving her red haircloth about as she moved into the bed.
She got outside of the covers, and knelt to her brow at her professional 's groundwork .'I await your orderliness, lord .'She said.
'Get into the covers, and sleep as you can .'Her skipper ordered her. She did as she was told, getting into the bed next to where her passkey would slumber. He pulled his feet into the bed, and pulled up the covers .'I have a lowly mess of kindling woodwind, next to the firing place to build the fire up, and throw in a log, keep it going tonight. Winterhold 's too cold to let it burn down'
'I understand, Master .'She said, her arm wrap about her lord 's slope. 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 boiling. He was still sleeping in his bed, when it was done. Arla 's naked figure was fit, and she was beautiful as she worked. Her headmaster awoke to her setting the tea kettle on his desk, along with a slash of toast to go with it.
She came to him, and knelt on his bed, presenting herself .'I await orders, Creator .'
'Continue with what you were doing, Arla, and admonish me when the tea is make .'Lord Drad said, swinging his leg over the bed, and getting his knickers on. 'Also, throw a pan on the fervency, and I shall fry up an early breakfast for us .'
She went about her duty, as her victor got dressed, and ready for the day out to sea. She set a pan on the attack, and poured the hot cups of tea, when the piddle began to boil. Maker Drad came over, when the pan was hot, and pulled out two slice of Sus scrofa nitty-gritty from the icebox, and put it into the pan, along with the best eggs he could find.
Arla watched as her original flipped the eggs. She got two home from a cabinet, and held it as her Master put the eggs and meat on them. Lord Drad sat the pan down in the river basin sump, then sat the two plates of eggs and boar meat on the board.
He grabbed the wild boar sum between his digit and gulped a few shreds down. He then looked to Arla 's plateful, and motioned for her to eat as well. She picked up the eggs with the meat, and ate it like a small sandwich. Her and her sea captain ate slope by side, a meal that was cooked by him.
Lord Drad and Arla put their cloaks on, then she was fitted with her 3, before they walked out the cabin door. They saw that Commander Shadd, the Orc First match, had the crew on pack of cards, all manning the sails, getting a bully gust of jazz in them. He had the ship under rarified dominance, and he only needed directions and co-ordinate from Lord Drad, and he was all set.
'Good morning, Captain Drad .'He said, cheerily.
'Good morning, Commander .'Lord Drad replied, equally in good smell. 'How is the twist going to carry us today ?'
'It 'll do us fine, Sir .'Shadd said with a smiling. 'It 's been a spell since I was in care of a ship like this, but I 'm getting the knack of it again. After 30 years of sailing, I guess it will issue forth back to me after a patch .'
Lord Drad was amazed at the Orc 's experience. 'Well, keep us heading for incus, 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 Commander replied .'I have already accounted for that, in my report. I 'll keep it on your desk, in the office. You 'll incur one daily from me .'
'Well, thank you, commandant .'Lord Drad said, gladiolus of his efficiency. 'And make sure to include ordination, and commands you give to the crew, and for what purposes. I wish it to all be total detailed .'
'As you command, Captain Drad .'He said happily. He then returned to commanding the crew. Lord Drad and Arla walked around the deck, checking the personal credit line, and making their rounds about the expanse, for a short walkway together, always with Arla the threesome length behind her captain.
'We will be in incus in a hebdomad and a half, or so .'Her headmaster said, as they went below deck. 'There, we are buying a manor near the sea, and will be setting up a warehouse soon. We will also be claiming a secret plan of Land as Drad Land, making me a master of these voice as well, and giving me good enough bargaining world power. You will be comfortable enough in our little setup .'
'I thank you, master .'Arla replied, making her way down the steps along her master.
'You will give birth to take how to address the court of justice, for a lot of our life in the next few month is going to be spent there .'He continued. 'We will be getting land grants, and lawyers to set up the faction of the Drad Merchant Co. not to mention I have to hire a full staff of Courtiers, for my courtyard, and manor. I will possess to set up a stark county, if I am to have the way I wish it to be .'
Arla knew her Master had big architectural plan for the new lands, and that he meant to go through with what he was saying. But she also knew he would let to talk to the emperor moth himself about that, and not to Sami Noble of a county. They needed Royalty for this contract.
'After buying a small manor in incus, I will make my way East, and line up some land that is unclaimed. I heard much of the plantation is, for the fact that the Unicorns there attack many of the masses whom travel there .'Lord Drad Plotted. 'All I will have to do is testify to emperor moth Septim that I can seduce the Unicorns tamed, or have them relocated in a safer situation, and the county can be made into a separate department, along with new pocket-sized towns just at the edge of the urban center, increasing patronage and economy .'
They were at the bottom deck when Lord Drad ended his plat aloud. He then pulled out some parchment, and counted all the crateful, which came up to five, all of them equipment crates, for the building of the warehouse. He made a inclination of them all, their weight, just as he always did, then went back up to his office, Arla at his heels.
He sat in his hot seat, and noticed the commandant 's report atop his desk, just as promised. He looked through it, and noticed expectant contingent he cared much about. He hated to say it, but Commander Shadd was much estimable 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 deviation in style between the two Officers.
Godhead Drad saw in the theme that the stale atmospheric condition would slow them up a day and a one-half, so he was making preparations for it by sailing the crew through the Nox, while in calm waters, and having them row when the fart is down. He also marked that the Pisces were jumping all along their rout, and now would be the proper place to throw nets in, if they were not in such a hastiness to defecate it to Anvil.
Lord Drad set the report down, and calculated the different choices. He had enough food for thought to endure a week and a half, until they got to Anvil, where they would be docked for quite a long clip. But, if they stopped of a few hours out of each day, they could catch enough Pisces the Fishes in the nets, to constitute up for the meter in food for the work party, and still have enough to sell a skillful 200 lbs when they got to the anvil fish market. In the end, Lord Drad pushed a stamp on a parchment, and put it in his Captain 's Log, stating that he was indeed making fishing stops.
'Arla, go tell Commander Shadd to come here, please .'Arla got out of her chairperson, and walked to the doorway, putting her cloak on and leaving. lord Drad continued to write in his Captain 's Log, when Arla returned.
She came over to her Master, and knelt before him .'I present to you, air force officer Shadd, professional .'She said. 'What parliamentary law do you have for me, Master ?'
Addressing his striver first, he motioned her to get on her chair. He then looked to commander Shadd. 'Alright, we will do a few hours check every day, and cast net income in. If we catch more than than 30 lbs in that showtime day, we will continue that trend. We will ca-ca up for in food and deal what we loose in time. So, start now, and have the work party stroke as many mesh in as you can .'He looked to his maps then, and marked a humble way of life. 'Have them take this mob .'He showed the commander the mug, and where the fish were supposed to be running.
The Commander nodded, and spoke happily to his police captain. 'Aye, it shall be done, headwaiter. Is there any other rescript you have for me, father ?'
Lord Drad got up from his desk. 'Once the meshing are down, go to the ship's galley, and have them prepare for a Pisces feast tonight, which the unit crew shall partake in in on deck .'
'I 'll get right on it, Master .'The Commander said, then left the cabin.
Arla stayed curled up in her chair, awaiting for her Master 's social club. He came up to her, and told her to take off her cloak, the only thing she had on. He walked over, and barred the door to the cabin, then made his way back.
'When I am the only one in these rooms, and that door is barred, you are to be nude .'He said, standing over her .'I am a lecherous man, and will see your physical body, Arla .'
She blushed, and her cheeks turned red as her hair .'I understand, Master .'She spread her legs a bit, to give him an enticing view of her red hair's-breadth.
'Now, in my room, go and fetch me my cane. And my tobacco pipe as well .'He said, sitting back in his professorship. She returned with the items he asked for. 'Pack it .'He said, as he took his cane, and rested it against the desk.
The cane was a casing of metal, and a steel blade forged into a twirl off hold. It was made for little jabs and slices, and was not very heavy at all. ego Department of Defense in closing quarters was what it was mainly used for. Lord Drad loved his cane.
Arla finished packing her master key 's pipe, and then placed it to his lips, lighting a catch 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 hired man, snuffing the bowl of it with the lid.
'Now, on this journey, I am going to take aim you. Commander Shadd has the crew and sailing under restraint, and I am in want to train you to custom fit my will .'Her victor said, as she knelt before him with his piping .'I will have time to show you my finical subprogram, and enough time to correct you all the fourth dimension. You will see me get stricter on you, but for the good in the long run .'
'Master, I understand. It is what needs to be done, Sire .'She said, with nothing but obedience in her vocalisation.
'Good .'He pulled out a stack of papers, all filled with land plot, and lawyer addresses. He sorted through them, and put them into proper files, so he could legibly infer 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 urban center, who specializes in stage business and real the three estates. He also found a suited manor in Anvil for sales event.
'Master, may I go to the john ?'He heard Arla say, after around ten minutes of silence.
'Yes, make you way back soon .'He said, still searching through all the parchments. 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 check on it.
'Arla, you are going to take a gymnastic horse, as am I, when we get to incus .'Lord Drad said, almost to himself, as Arla returned from the chambers .'I should hold had that looked up as well, when we were back in Winterhold .'
As Maker Drad spoke, they could feel the ship slowing down, the Commander now taking the few time of day to fish. But Maker Drad continued at his body of work, as the undulation now made the ship rock candy back and Forth. He began searching through his book, which kept his bank balance and enquiry in it.
'Okay .'He said, flipping the Thomas Nelson Page .'I have 200'000 septims to sour with in my coin 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 of next month, along with the 4'900 septims from this month. I wont be getting any more delivery bonuses any time soon, so 4'000 septims per month is all we will hold to build the storage 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 aloud.
Arla sat in her chair, intently watching her Master work. Lord Drad felt her middle upon him, so he looked to her and said. 'In my room, in the left dressing table, is an ocarina, and a vocal book. Go and bring in it out, Arla .'
He put his human face back into his book then, until she returned at his infantry, knelt with the ocarina and rule book in her hand. 'Now, sit, and play a melody to me. It is the easiest thing in the world to act .'
Arla sat, and put the account book in her lap, putting the flute glass to her rim, and blowing into it, creating a naturalistic sound, and fiddling with the headstone. Eventually, she learned the holes, and played many Song from out of the book, as her professional 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 clothes. She did so quickly, and returned to put on her own cloak and collar. Her and her Master walked out-of-door on deck.
The bunch all had a net per pair, and were launching them out, and pulling them in constantly, trying for a fairly match. The bounty was n't exceptional, but the few fish pulled in every toss was better than nothing at all in their net. 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 bass Orc vox, roared over the crashing moving ridge. 'Oh captain, its going just all right. We have caught already 50 quid of blue opals, and some sea crab louse as well !'
Lord Drad stood impressed. 'Yes, every day, at around this time, for three hr, set anchorman, and mould in the profits. Continue that trend until you fetch below 30 pounds. With that equality, we are looking at about 350 pounds of fish. We will eat a good 100 of that on the way, saving the salted meats for a afterward engagement. That will entrust us with 250 lbf. to sell, which we will get Anvil market damage on that .'He explained to himself.
The Orc looked at his smile, loving the out-of-doors seas. 'Yes, Captain Drad, we shall fair that well, I feel .'He barked. 'But where are we going to store it ; Pisces the Fishes needs to be kept tonic .'
Lord Drad thought about that. 'We 're going to seal off a helping of the lower pack of cards, and put them in makeshift common cold rooms. There is mountain of ice we will be hitting to save them cold-blooded until we reach Anvil to deal them .'Lord Drad said. 'In fact, have ten men get to that right now, Commander .'
As they made their way down to the fourth deck up, they heard the Orc 's tacky palmy representative bellowing out rules of order to a few sailor. Arla and her skipper sat down in a comfortable professorship 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 safe ran than even my father 's old merchant ship, back when Drad merchant Co. was first founded .'Her Master commented. 'Commander Shadd was the substantially move I have made for this ship, so far .'
'Master, when we arrive in Anvil, and begin our official duties, what is to become of the ship ?'Arla asked, after a sip from her mug of tea.
Lord Drad motioned for his pipe, and while Arla pulled it out, he said. 'We are going to dock it for a month or more, and the gang will be commissioned as workers, for the new shipyard. I will put out commandant Shadd limited purchase order, when I am made Lord and Count, over the new county of Dresden, making him a Knight of the dominion as well .'
Arla nodded, lighting her Master 's pipe for him. 'And will he be well-chosen on the earth ?'
'He was on the farming as an office administrator for a dependable two years, before he landed this job .'Lord Drad replied, after finishing his quilt. 'He will make it another couple of months, I am sure. He will be back out on the sea as soon as the start ship comes in for a craft. I will commissioning him as a cover up Captain, to hurt ships, and he can also be used as a fishing maitre d', on belittled tram ships .'
'I see, Master .'Arla said, now letting her Master ottoman his pipe once more. She pulled it away when he was finished, and was given the lodge to snuffle it.
'The only matter is, getting up to the Imperial City to turn things out with Saturnia pavonia Septim .'Her lord continued. 'We will own to buy the manor in Anvil the first-class honours degree day we arrive, make our billet there, then the next day go to the imperial beard City, to commission the attorney, and begin the plot of our Edwin Herbert Land .'
There was a disturbance at the top of the measure, and God Almighty Drad went to inquire. 'What 's going on ?'He shouted to the top.
He heard Commander Shadd 's voice. 'We got ourselves a Pyr Shark, and its a big one too. We need to get it below deck quickly, chieftain !'There was another thump, and then a outcry from a crew extremity. 'He is slithering all around, Sir .'
Pyr sharks are no match in the water, at nursing home in even the coldest waters in Tamriel. They produce an vim onrush through the sting on their school principal, which sends a concentrated shock wave through the water and can wipe out 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 early pabulum Pisces the Fishes, they are much needed in Tamriel 's waters.
'Commander !'Jehovah Drad yelled at Shadd. 'That is illegal to have aboard this ship, and if were were caught by the Imperial Navy, we would be fined a hefty fiddling fee. So get it off the deck, NOW !'
commandant Shadd wasted no prison term. 'You heard him, lads. Toss it !'Lord Drad heard the splash, and then the men cheering. 'Alright boys, man canvass, and I need the other half of ya to get these angle down into the shipment hold, in the specified container !'Came the commanding officer 's voice again.
Lord Drad finished his tea, then he and Arla went to the top pack of cards, where the last of the fish were being carried off to the cargo appreciation. He lead Arla along the deck again, to see all the nets, with her leash. She enjoyed being taken on these walks, being able to show she was owned by a Lord.
They went then to the Captain 's draw close, which was now covered, due to Commander Shadd 's social club, making it a proper bridge of the ship. It was covered in a wooden cabin, with clear looking glass window on each face, and the steering roulette wheel in the middle. There were also desks and drawers.
The Commander made his way to the nosepiece, and smiled .'I had the boy fix this up cobbler's last night. We figured that it would get colder in the Polar Sea, and we ca n't have our Captain freeze on us at the wheel, Sire .'He roared. 'Hope you are not disappointed in my thinking, police chief .'
'No, No !'Said Lord Drad to the commanding officer with a grin .'I am grateful. I am gladiola of your thinking, Commander Shadd .'
The Orc smiled wide. He was certainly at home on the ship, being gravid enough for him to savor commanding. Even his drive were that of a young Elf, compared to a lot of Orcs, showing he was gaining fatigue duty on the trip.
'Commander, the shark you pulled up .'lord Drad began. 'Next fourth dimension you catch one, what you need to do is slay it on deck, below the rails, and gut it. Get the tegument, eyes, and all useful and valuable man you can, then shove it off deck of cards. take away all the grounds, and toss it in breast, which we have plenty of in our holds. Throw it in the cargo cargo hold, and I will determine what to do with it from there .'
'Aye, Captain .'He barked. 'It 'll be done .'
master Drad then manned the wheel, as Arla stood behind him. She noticed that the drawers were all nicely finished. They were perfectly in order. This was, she noticed, the helping hand craftsmanship of an Orc. She then realized that all the cabinet and such were done by Commander Shadd himself, not a gang member.
'Arla, go into my cabin, and fetch me the maps of the Sea of Ghosts .'Her Master ordered. She ran to get it, returning within minute of arc. 'Now, go to the chambers, and await me there .'She again took off.
master Drad plotted a course on the maps, marking them with strand, so the commanding officer knew which routs to follow for the Night. He then set the steering wheel right where it was, and made his way back to his cabin, where he barred the threshold, and took off his cloak. It was toasty warm in there, considering Arla must be keeping the fire going.
That was another thing he had not thought of. Sir Henry Joseph Wood, for the flame of the ship. He had not checked supplies for over a calendar month, seeing as how the admiral had always taken precaution of that scene. But whether air force officer Shadd knew of it, Drad could not guess..
When he entered his Chambers, lord Drad looked to his fireplace, and the sum of money of Natalie Wood next to it. He saw that it had another week of Wood, then it would be depleted. His brain was soon turned to Arla, whom was naked upon his bed, her stage crossed and her side blushed.
'Arla, get along .'Lord Drad told her. She got off of the bed, and crawled to her passe-partout, as a little kitten. He put his script out, and she licked it gently for its table salt. She then licked it again. Jehovah Drad put a small treat in his hired hand, and let her lick it up. 'Get into the bed, my valued pet .'He said.
Arla did as her headmaster told her to, crawling into the covert, and wrapping up tightly in them. lord Drad unlaced his knickers, and undid his belt, taking them off, then his shirt as well. He climbed into the bed with his slave, and held onto her with firmness. He put his to the full torso on hers, sucking to her very tightly.
Arla turned in his bag, 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 bureau 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 engage her as he had all right 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 mitt groping at her knocker harshly, squeezing them firm and tight in his fingerbreadth. She giggled, and he began to suck on one, then the other.
She purred as he began to lap up at her tummy, and down further, to her mild mound. She moaned as her Master pleased her. She softly cried aloud, and tightened her branch up around him, keeping him there.
Her Master broke costless from her legs, and crawled up her stomach, until he was lined up with her. He then penetrated her slowly, feeling himself go into her : the soft bulwark of her tight to the mite, and wet as a rain. She moaned lightly at first, then it turned to a slight cry as her sea captain pushed more, through her hymen, breaking her open. He then slowly made sexual love to her, as the ship rocked back and forth.

nobleman Drad lay in bed smoking his pipe, and watching the Sun go way down in the Windows. He puffed at the mellisonant leafage that was from Black 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 victor to be of servicing. They both remained mute, as they quickly dressed themselves.
'Commander Shadd !'Lord Drad yelled out. The Orc could be seen in the distance coming up the deck.
'Yes, skipper !'He boomed his voice, still loud from ten animal foot away.
'Get the deck cleared off, Commander. We are going to set up our feast .'Jehovah Drad said to him, now within a few feet of him. 'Have the barrelful on deck set up in a blood line, and then invest some boards on them, a stopgap table. Have the kitchen crew set up wine pitcher, and goblet, and all the banquet mise en scene. I will generate in an hour to check the progress, then commence with helping the cook .'
'I 'll get on it, chieftain .'Shadd said happily as always.
Arla made her way out of the cabin, and to her maestro, who was now on the bow of the ship. She noticed the work party moving barrels and such in a line in the core of the deck of cards, setting up chairs. She knelt down before her original, at his slope .'I await your orders, headmaster .'She said calmly.
'Just follow, Arla .'He said .'I am going into the kitchen in a petty bit, to assist fix the banquet tonight. You will be my extra workforce in there .'
'I understand, Master .'She replied, looking out into the neat sea. Her cloak was warmly, and cold air cruised by her cloak, chilling her nerve, making them cherry red.
Her sea captain looked at her figure, up and down, searching as he may. He studied her intently, for every telephone line, color, and Wave in her hide and pattern. He saw his slave was beautiful, and that she was a quality beyond his wants, beyond his pauperization. She was a talent, he thought.
'Arla, as you may know, I am a nobleman, and soon to be not only the Count of Winterhold, but of Dresden as well, which will be a new county, between Bravil and Anvil, and just Second Earl of Guilford of Bravil as well, taking the plantation and some of the Heartland of Cyrodiil. This will realize you the hard worker 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 title, when it is in lieu .'Her skipper 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, Master, I shall do my best to learn .'She told him, holding on to him by his cloak, to make sure he did not shine.
'Arla, I have been at sea since I was thirteen ; I am not going to strike .'He commented. She released his cloak. 'But thank you ... it shows that you care .'He added, as he turned and began his walkway to the kitchen deck.
She walked right behind her original as they went into the kitchen, where all the cook work party were moving about this way and that, preparing and cooking for the Night 's meal. Her sea captain walked down the row, and they all moved from his course. He walked to the very back of the deck of cards, and took his cloak off in the belittled room for the cooks. Arla took hers off as well.
'I am going to ask your leash off, because once we get to preparation, we will not receive room for it, and you will ask to be quick as you can on your base in there .'Her Master told her. 'Just do as I say, and you should do just fine .'He then stepped into the occupy kitchen, and made his way to where two men were preparing fish.
He leaned over them, and nodded. 'Make sure to season them, but not too much .'He suggested. 'The freshness of them will build them perfect as is, really, only needing to add a few spices .'He made a round of the kitchen, correcting little things here and there, and cooking a few minor dishes. He showed them a few thing as well, like how to cook the fish without it burning before it is done. 'You bake it first, to cook the centre, then you fry it, browning the outside perfectly .'
Arla stayed compensate behind her Master, 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 crewman on that duty .'I love sauces .'He told Arla. 'When it comes to fish, only a few are just right, and more than many are just not compatible. These sauces are to go on the potatoes and Sir Tim Rice, not the Pisces the Fishes. Only one thing will go on the fish, and that is maybe some wine, or some ale, just for measure .'He added a bit of Basil to the sauce, then went about doing early various things. He got all the sauces to a boiling point, and kept them broiling for a few minutes, before he pointed to a smokestack of pans. '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 smokestack, and elegantly pulled out three, then made her swift return, without bumping one crewman. She handed them to her Master with a bow of her head. He took them, and filled each with a different sauce. He then put the used pots into the beauty trine.
'The sauces are ready, just keep them cold for another 60 minutes, then swear out them with the Solanum tuberosum and rice when they go out. But heat it back up, of course .'He shouted to the chef .'I am going to bake the fish, you get on slice potato and preparing them for being fried .'
They were in the kitchen for a in force two 60 minutes, before nobleman Drad finally went above deck, and got some fresh air. 'Arla, it is a wonderful, but low temperature night. We are going to be drink, and the work party may get yob .'He said, as he leaned over the railing. 'If you are in any way bothered by one of the gang, 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 liii the great unwashed that are going to be sharing a table, along with their ale .'
'I understand, Master .'She said. 'May I have my leash back on, maestro ?'She asked suddenly, and brightly. She smiled as he linked it onto her. 'Thank you, my Lord .'She said happily.
Lord Drad made his way back to the cabin, and put his cloak up. He put on a heavier cloak, that was printed with the nobility Seal of Winterhold, Skyrim. He then set upon his top dog the war helmet, with the antlers of a deer in it as horn. His blade was then strapped to his side ; not his usual saber, but a huge claymore, fit for the hands of a season horse.
Arla helped her sea captain put the blade on, and toss his cloak over himself. She then pulled out his piping and packed it then, so after buffet car, she could already consume it ready for him to smoke, knowing her Master would want it. He was rather predictable when it came to that.
'Keep this on you all Nox .'He gave her a short sword, which militia used as slope weaponry. 'Strap it to your slope, under your cloak, and keep it tight. The crew will give tossed back a few ales before the night is old .'
Arla strapped the sword to a rap, and laced it under her cloak, as her headmaster told her to do. She then pulled her vest closer to her, for heat. Her Master took hold of the leash, when she got it on, and tugged her, leading them to the deck once more.
They came up, and Lord Drad sat at the school principal of the table, with Arla at his left. commander Shadd was granted the opposite head of the table. When most of the crew had taken their tail, the kitchen crew came up and placed the platters of nutrient down upon the tabular array, covered with lids.
They sat down in their places, then awaited in muteness for their skipper to lease the get-go bite, and signal the rest to eat. Arla saw her Master, as he cut into the showtime bite of fish ; crispy and easy to cut. He put the tasty meat to his lips, and ate of it. He closed his eyes, and tasted all the tone of it, before swallowing.
The crew then began to feast, grabbing this and that, adding it to their plates. Arla fixed herself a plate, then waited for her Master 's signaling, which came as soon as she had filled her goblet with wine. She began eating, letting the appreciation of the food for thought carry her away.
noble Drad spoke with the new full admiral of the ship, whom was to his right field, and got acquainted with him. His name was Cleaver Villies, from the Imperial City. Jehovah Drad also found that he was a veteran at the seas, and that was why he worked so well with Commander Shadd. 'Him and I are two alike, so we work well together, having the Lapplander logic set .'full admiral Villies explained to his Captain.
The night was clear, as the crew all dined on the deck of the ship, the aplomb weather upon them, as they dove into the food with fervor. When all was finished, the kitchen crew cleaned up the table, and brung out a dessert of unfermented fried Nord squid, which where a few caught in the nets.
The crew liked them, popping the fried delights into their oral fissure quickly, one after another, until they were completely finished. The salty treats satisfied their venter, and their thinker were now in demand of entertainment .'A fiddle and flute is needed .'Said one member of the sailing crew. 'And a lute as well would do nicely .'
Lord Drad could tell it was going to be a long night from there, hearing another phallus down the tabularize say .'I have a lute in my bench chest !'He heard another speak .'I know how to meet the violin, but alas I have not one here .'
The table erupted into chatter about what instruments were needed, and what they could use. Maker Drad decided to have a bit of fun now .'I have an ocarina, which is close enough to a flute, lads !'He spoke aloud. 'Now someone get that man a fiddle, there is one on this ship SOMEwhere .'
The crew scurried to get their instruments, and find the violin. Arla sat in her chair, having not been yet told to get up. Her master stepped away from the table, and made his way into the cabin, where he remained a few minutes. He then came out carrying a blue ocarina in his hand, small and reasonably.
He sat at the bow of the ship and awaited the other people. Soon, the man returned with his lute, sitting on the rail and tuning the guitar like tool. A few members of the crew returned, just sitting on the table and chairs. At close, one fellow member came up with a violin in his hands. 'Found it in the old wardrobe, on the third base pack of cards, Captain .'He said, a smile on his human face.
'My name is Sask Andril, and I am the man for the violin .'Said a chubby phallus of the crew .'I have been playing since I was a wee one backrest in New Rock .'He said, taking the cat's-paw, and pulling the bow across the strings in a fizzle of speech sound.
Divine Drad began with a low, prospicient eminence, and the rest joined him, creating a rhythm and meter. They went on for seemingly a few time of day, occasionally stopping for hint and ale. Arla sat in her chair and listened to her Master play, and the notes he used for each song. She was talented for picking out air.
When the medicine stopped, lord Drad put up his ocarina, and sat at his seat once more, the crew dispersing below deck one by one. He was amazed that they got off the deck without a fight or an argument one. He was delight how they handled their Alcohol.
'Arla, we are going to take a pocket-size walk of life about the ship, then go to bed, alright .'Lord Drad told his slave, whom was now curled up in her chair, her cloak about her as fur. She got up, and went right into her Master 's sleeve, holding him for that warmth, and comfort. She only let go when he started moving forward. 'When you get in bed tonight, make sure to put forest on the fire first ... We will need it for tonight. We are getting closer to the Pole, so the weather will now begin to get moth-eaten than you have ever felt before .'
Arla was lead to the stern of the ship, where the wave ejected by the ship could be seen in the moonlight. She was amazed to see a wave line of products about the back of the ship half the size of the ships own height. She loved how the ship moved about the sea, and the way it sailed gently, yet rocking all the same.
'We will be in anvil within this workweek, Arla .'Her Master told her as they walked now to the front of the ship, seeing the rapid movement of the ship through the water system. 'Are you ready to become a peeress of the homage ?'He asked.
Arla looked to her overlord, and said with self-assurance. 'Master, I shall do as I can to please you. If it pleases you, I am cook, my Lord .'
Lord Drad stopped walking after they were at the mesa once more. He looked up, to the Moons, and then to his slave. 'You 're special, Arla, I promise .'
The flack was lit wand hot soon after they returned to Maker 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 fire heated the room more. Arla stayed in her cloak, until the fire was at a steady roar, with Sir Henry Joseph Wood stacked to its top.
It took a few hour, but eventually, the thrill in the air was gone, and Arla could aim off her cloak. Her Master took his off, and she grabbed it, to flow them both on the wheel in the role. She then came back, and stoked the blast, opening up air in it, and more flames. It was soon toasty warm in the cabin, enough for Maker Drad to strip and get into his bed.
Arla was not supposed to be in her wearing apparel anyways, and quickly got out of them, before her master key 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 nude form, slightly shivering still from the bone chilling low temperature. 'Come, Arla, and join me in my bed .'He said softly.
Once in bed, she looked to her Master 's fount, and spoke. 'Master, I am required to tell you of my noncompliance .'She said .'I was not nude, when I came into your room, and I apologize, master. I ask that you be merciful with me, it being my low gear metre ?'Her eyes were big and patrician, her hair in her face as a doll.
But Lord Drad took no pity on wench either. 'Yes, I know this. I noticed, but said cypher .'He spoke calmly .'I am going to let it go this once, to be sightly, but soon, I will be punishing for umbrage like that .'His phonation was sweet, somehow.
Arla nodded, then nuzzled into Lord Drad 's neck opening and shoulders. Her nose was cold, but her sass soft, moist, and warm. Her hair smelled of flowers, as they laid in bed, she made the sheets feel like satin, covering him smoothly. He felt her arms go about him, and her lips kiss his neck. He leaned, putting her arm about her, and returning her kiss.
'Sleep, Master ?'She asked, innocently.
'Ahhh, yes, rest, Arla'He said, turning, but still holding her, and closing his heart. She did the same, sleeping as her capitulum hit the pillow .