To Ebonhart

When the ship pulled into the harbour, Lord Drad came out of the cabin, and made his way to the pack of cards. His first command was to lower sheet, and make ready to dock. All of the crew began carrying out his orderliness with a rush.
Maker Drad was a Nord, from Skyrim, and he had all the delicately qualities of such a person. His haircloth was long, and flowing, with blonde and blackamoor streaks. His centre pierced with a gray regard. His eubstance was unfaltering, and stalky, yet tall and fair. His face was stiff, with a built cheek line, and stern jaw.
His ship was called 'Winterwriter'. It was a large frigate vessel, which was used in his business of transporting goods to and from Solstheim Isle. It was a massive ship, compared to most Nord vessel, with five tale, and over a hundred feet long. It had three sails, and a row of oars. Its bottom to the highest degree deck of cards was the storage hold, and the bit to the underside was the rowing pack of cards. The third deck down was the crew 's quarters, and the fourth part was the galley, and interactive area. The top pack of cards was undetermined, with a large cabin atop it, as the Captain 's quarters.
Lord Drad spent nearly of his time in his cabin writing of his adventures and locomotion. He kept an avid Captain 's Log, marking all his locations and barter precisely. He also took pursuit in Magic, which he practiced with awe. He kept nearly turn manual that he could obtain in his personal library on circuit card the ship, studying them with fervor
nobleman Drad came from a family of well off merchant from Trasklin, on Solstheim. He was born to peeress Arial Trile, and Maker Hrothmund Drad, as Divine Nikolai Drad. He was XVII when he began to navigate with his father, to and from Skyrim and Solstheim, and he was xxii when he gained instruction of the 'Winterwriter'.
The menage 's Lordship came from Saturnia pavonia Julyan Seros of Tamriel, when Neven Drad served as His personal sentry go. His line was then granted res publica in Solstheim, Skyrim, and Cyrodiil. In Cyrodiil, the lord were granted lands near anvil, where Jehovah Nikolai 's cousin, Drotho, made his stand ; in Skyrim, they were granted lands in Winterhold, where Lord Nikolai Drad was based out of ; and on the island of Solstheim, they were granted Din Land in Transklin, to the very due north, where his founding father was now based out of, maintaining the Drad merchandiser Co. from a distance, doing only the paperwork and invoices needed. Forevermore, were the Drad 's to be Lords of those lands.
Lord Nikolai Drad now had full control of the Skyrim fleet, working under his father. He was police chief of the 'Winterwriter', and was Champion of the Drad Merchant company. Now at age twenty-four, he had achieved the gamy standard he possibly could within the Drad merchandiser Co. until he took over his sire 's locating

Lord Drad told the crew to begin unloading their cargo, once docked at the larboard of New Rock. They were delivering much needed equipment and solid food to the doer 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 hold. His paw scribbled about the parchment as his crew unloaded everything.
The Captain of the Fort made his way to the ship, after an hour or so of the trial by ordeal, and stood at the docks. 'Captain Drad ... .'He said in a strong imperial accent .'I have discussion from Lord Hrothmund Drad, that is urgent. It was sent here in conclusion night by way of long ship'
'Hail !'Lord Drad said. 'Come aboard, and we shall discourse it .'
The captain made his way to the deck, from the plank. He was accepted into the position of Lord Drad 's cabin. He had a rump at the comfy chairwoman in front of master Drad 's desk.
'Please ... you have newsworthiness from my father ?'
'I was told of an pressing pitch that you were to have. I know not the details, for they are concealed in this envelope .'The Captain set a leather envelope down on the noble 's desk. 'The messenger whom brought this to us said that your Church Father was in need of assist, and you were the lonesome one whom could help in this affair. We were told not to appear upon it, so as you can see by the unbroken seal, we have kept our percentage in this .'
Lord Drad looked to the envelope, and sure enough, his male parent seal was unbroken. 'Thank you, Commander .'
The master looked taken aback at this title. But before he could say anything to it, Lord Drad spoke. 'Commander ... ... when a Captain is aboard the ship of another police chief, in order not to confuse membership, the claim Commander is used for the Guest .'Explaining it to him.
'I see .'He got out of the president, and made his way to the room access. 'If there is anything I can do for you, let me know. You and your crew have delivered our commodity here more times than we can bet, and we have always been satisfied with your service ... .never one breach jar of wine, nor one damaged crate of food for thought .'
'Then the pleasure of thine epithet, Commander, if you will ?'
'Doshin, Hugo Doshin of Bruma, Cyrodiil .'He replied, then pounded his bureau in salute to the Captain. 'Lord Drad'
'Commander Doshin .'
He left the cabin, and Lord Drad began to afford the alphabetic character. He broke the seal, and found that his father 's script was written upon the customary brilliantly gamey parchment of the Drad merchandiser Co.


Nikolai,
I have an pressing delivery you must make for the ship's company. There is a despatch of armor waiting at the Imperial Legion Base in Ebonhart, in the south of Morrowind. It needs to be taken to Solitude, Skyrim as quickly as you can muster your ship to go. I would ingest another ship to do the job, but currently, they are all to the W, transporting the damned Blackwood Company prisoner for the Emperor. The fee for this divine service, since it is so urgent, will be 6'000 septims. Make sure you get the money before you make the slip, for I think last meter we dealt with those people, we were shorted by 2´000 septims.
Your father,
Lord Hrothmund Drad.

He sat the letter down upon his desk and walked to the cabin door. His crew was almost done with the unloading, but he knew that time was needed now. He took off his vest and hat, then went to wreak beside his crowd phallus, unloading the crates from the time lag. He was not afraid of confinement at all, when it was called for.
They were paid 1'000 septims for the delivery. God Almighty Drad counted the coins by weighing them, then ordered his crew to restock what they could of food and supplying in an hours clip. Lord Drad then went to the police captain 's of the fortress Quarters.
'Captain Doshin, I have been sent to Ebonhart. Though I can not dedicate details of this, I can maybe be of some more use to you. We will be coming back this way in a hebdomad clock time ... .is there anything that you need from that region ?'master Drad asked.
'Not right off handwriting, no .'sea captain Doshin said, setting down the delivery invoice. 'But I do bid to ask about this new wine-coloured you brought. We ordered Cyrodiil 755 time of origin, 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 male parent saw you were making such a large order, he marked it as 900, so as to make the fee for you here more bearable..it is one of our way of life of keeping our toll 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 obviate the extra fees that the caller would throw to pay .'
'You mean value avoiding taxation ?'The maitre d' asked, with a small smirk upon his face.
'Avoiding supererogatory fees, Captain .'Godhead Drad corrected, making sure the Captain knew to keep quiet.
'Hell, I do n't care, so long as the wine is good .'He said. 'Hell, if your revenue enhancement are going to my remuneration, and I am still getting five septims a week, then they can go chaw themselves ... .I have no passion for them, so do as you please, Lord Drad .'
Lord Drad nodded his fountainhead in salute, then walked back to his ship, which was now full phase of the moon of food and water supplies. He walked up the plank and manned the Captains cuddle, which was just at the wheel. Drad gave the parliamentary law to pull out from the dock, and arrive at whey
The ship 's work party began to loosen the ship and row out of embrasure, and Divine Drad went into the Captain 's cabin, to log the next journey they were to embark on. He began with the contingent of why, then the routs they were to be taking. His playscript 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 clear an excess septim by stopping off in Gnaar Mok, and loading the ship with supplying to be taken to Ebonhart. He knew of the order, but had at first denied it, seeing as how far out of the way it was. But now, since he was going there anyway, he decided to make the surplus stop, and pick up a shipment of kuama eggs, and render them to Ebonhart.
They pulled into embrasure, and docked the ship. Jehovah Drad disembarked 'Winterwriter'and made his way to the townsfolk heart and soul. He walked into the theater Hlaalu center, and spoke with the Lord of the town. He knew that the shipment was still needed, for he was the solitary ship that could make the fiat, and he declined at first.
'Lord Andilo, I am noble Drad, of the Drad Merchant Co.'Began noble Drad .'I can now make that order of magnitude of kuama orchis to Ebonhart, for our rabble have changed .'
nobleman Andilo smiled, and bowed his head. 'Ah, great .'He said. 'House Hlaalu indeed needs the trade, and could well use this opportunity. The crateful are still at the pier, in the warehouse. Feel free to take them when you see fit. We do n't have many services here, and our resource are dried up at the here and now, but you may ready use of our local anaesthetic goodness shop if you need it .'
'I thank you .'Lord Drad said. 'However, we have a insurance policy that we get paid before the shipment goes out, so we will postulate the Drake upfront. I am sure you have done line with us before, so you know it is not going to be a default order .'
'Yes, yes of course .'overlord Andilo said. 'What is the price of this ?'
'I am figuring that the crate are around 100 pounds each, and that each one will exact up around 5 three-dimensional understructure of space, so I will say 50 Drakes per crateful, plus the transportation fee of 500 Drakes .'Maker Drad said. 'Also, if there are more than than 50 crate, we will turn down the crate toll to 40 Drakes per crateful .'
'Is this a set Leontyne Price ?'
'I am the Champion of Drad Merchant Co., and I have the power to negotiate on the speckle, being the head of the Skyrim sector. Since the Solstheim sector right now is so overwork, they have sent me in the place of it, so I retain all dialogue powers as I see fit .'Divine Drad explained. 'However, the terms I have set are well beyond fair, and there is not another party, including the imperial Trade Co. that can get this for you for a lower price .'
Lord Andilo looked taken aback at this. He was of star sign Hlaalu, the negotiator, and this was by far some of the best byplay study he had yet to see. 'We could use you on OUR faculty, nobleman Drad .'He said, chuckling. 'Very well, we have 100 crate, and they are, yes, around a hundred pounds per crate. So that should come out to ...'He did some math on his fingerbreadth .'4'500 Drakes for the wholly shipment .'Lord Andilo then pulled out a piece of lambskin and wrote on it. It was a check, for 4´500 Sir Francis Drake. 'Cash it at Ebonhart, and you will have it in atomic number 79 there .'
'That is indeed what it would appear .'Almighty Drad said. 'But now I must get to loading the cargo, for we are on a short time ordered series. I thank you for your business, Lord Andilo, and have a pleasant eventide .'
noble Drad walked out of the House Hlaalu center, and made his way to the sour grass, where his bunch then began to load the crate into the shipment keep. The ship 's buttocks deck of cards had a retractable ramp, which was on the side of the ship, used to take loading directly to and from the bottom pack of cards, making it well-off to load and unload. So the appendage took only around 30 min, with all the crew, plus even nobleman Drad, loading it up.

The ship left porthole at a piddling after sunset, making their way now to Ebonhart with a freight of kuama eggs. Divine Drad made his way into his cabin, then his bunk, where he rested for a piece. He had had a long day, and needed the rest. His crew would charter faulting manning the sails, so they could revolve their rests, and still pull in it to Ebonhart within a decent amount of meter.
As the ship sailed smoothly in the calm waters, Godhead Drad dreamed. The swift motions of the ship cutting through the waters, 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 Black Marsh. He had not yet sailed those seas, though wished to now greatly, hearing that the trade there was well. He imagined the sea to be smooth and the weather to be fair, with merchant watercraft going to and from Cyrodiil and Valenwood. Yes, wondrous places indeed.
He awoke with a knock on his door. 'Captain Drad, we have spotted a pirate ship vessel, just a few miles behind us. They are gaining in on us fast .'The spokesperson shouted.
Lord Drad got out of his bed quickly and put on his armor and brand. He was always prepared for pirates, 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 saber and dirks. Get them all prepared, Lieutenant .'He told his First Officer. 'Keep sailing fast as we can while they take switch getting armed .'
'Yes, Captain .'Said the Lieutenant. 'First and second crew, gear up for battle ! tierce crew, sail fasting, maintain f number !'He shouted.
Lord Drad spotted that they were around ten land mile from the Hla Oad coast, and some 20 nautical mile south of it. He knew that this battle would be a sea battle, indeed. They had not the metre to deplumate into country, and could not afford to send a foresighted ship out for service. No, they had to stay fast with their weapons.
Lord Drad went back into his cabin, and pulled out his bow, which was a sound model made of pitch black, straight from High tilt. He put on his thrill of glass arrows, and then made his way out to the deck once more. The crowd was now prepared to battle.
'Lieutenant, pull down the sails now, let them close in, and let them remember 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 masthead was raised above the mast, and the ship slowed to a halt Maker Drad made himself ready, by mustering his memory for useful go.
The pirate ship approached quickly now. Soon, it was just next to them. A voice sounded from the ship. 'Captain of the 'Winterwriter', tell your crew to get on the deck, and keep their heads down, and their bodies flat against the deck !'It yelled .'I am skipper Bravvard, of the vessel 'Brist'. I am taking your cargo, and your Au. You will remain on the deck until we are through with your vessel !'
'Do it .'Lord Drad said. 'But be prepared to get up and fight quickly .'
The crew, including Lord Drad, got to their venter, and put their header to the deck. The pirates came aboard the ship and began to go into the abdomen of it. Lord Drad waited patiently before he made his relocation. He knew it would take timing in order to displume this off just right.
When police chief Bravvard got aboard the ship, overlord Drad cast a piece of tip, and the unharmed ship began to rock. master Bravvard was knocked off his feet, and Lord Drad made his move. He got up, and the work party all came up with him. overlord Drad went right for the sea captain, and pulled out his saber.
'Stand down, you fool !'sea captain Bravvard said hastily.
Lord Drad went straight for his neck, but was foiled when the Captain rolled over, pulling his steel. It was a huge claymore mine, and he jumped to his feet, swinging it broadly. The swing landed upon Maker Drad 's cavalry sword, striking it from his hand. The next swing sea captain Bravvard took just missed his mind. But Godhead Drad struck with a fireball, sending Captain Bravvard back ten feet, and knocking him back to his stifle.
The crew was immersed in battle, as their maitre d'hotel fought. They all swung their artillery, clashing the iron and steel with not bad power. All were in battle, even the shrimp of each ship.
Lord Drad retook his artillery and came at Captain Bravvard quickly, swinging it downwards with power. It hit him square up in his pectus, slicing him badly. He then swung again, this prison term slicing his arm with which he wielded his weapon. The side by side strike was a jab, piercing into the police captain heart, killing him instantly !
The crews stopped their conflict momentarily as police captain Bravvard was struck down. lord Drad took his hands and ripped into the combat injury in the Captains chest, then pulled out his prod heart. The crew of the pirate vessel was aghast with this, and many ran in care of the Divine.
They tried to make way back to their ship, but overlord Drad require his men to obliterate them all. He began in a murderous fierceness. He struck down appendage after member of the pirate crew, and ripped at them with his hands as well, blood spraying about the deck of the ship, his armour, and over the sides, tainting the calmness waters with red.
Every finally member of the literary pirate crowd was absolutely, when Lord Drad was finished. He took a spirit about his deck, and then said. 'Men, gather up all the armor and weapon system of the fallen, both side. charge the scum off the edge, and then loot the ship. When all of value is taken, burn it into the sea, and take a shit surely it sinks !'

They took all of value from the pirate vessel, including a chest of Sheogorath statuette, and a dismissal of skooma ( an illegal drug, which enhances strength, and endurance, however, makes the taker hallucinate ). The ship was then burn up. Divine Drad then told his crew to man their situation, and piddle weigh.
They arrived in Ebonhart early the next morning, with a full-of-the-moon payload of kuama eggs, pirate weapons, and stolen commodity. Lord Drad, before they unloaded their lading, asked the police lieutenant to mistreat into his role.
'Lieutenant Ply, as you know, we have on this ship many stolen goods .'
'Yes headwaiter !'
'And we have skooma as well .'
'Aye, chieftain .'
'Here is what we are to do ... .we are going to distinguish the imperial legion here of what happened, but we are going to will out the skooma. What was in that sack is around 600 bottles of it, and that will fetch a very very fair price on the black market place, especially with the topical anesthetic thief guild here in Vvardenfel .'He said to his starting time Mate. 'We will make our way back to purdah, and drive home the weapons, of track, but on the way, we are going to discontinue off in Seyda Neen, where I know there is a den of thieves to be located. We will deal with them all the skooma, minus a bit for the crowd, and then make up haste to our name and address .'
'Aye, Captain .'The lieutenant nodded his head.
'Now, I am making a log about this attack, and a composition to send back to my Father in Solstheim. I will include ALL of the legal action taken post, and I will make indisputable you are granted a ship of your own to command. You have earned this new position, and while I shall miss your power as a First Mate, I can not let this activeness 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 .'Creator Drad said.

Skooma and Kindnesses

The 'Winterwriter'made its way to solitude quickly, now with lonesome artillery from the Ebonhart Imperial garrison, and a sack of skooma. It was a comely day, however, and the navigation was smooth still. Godhead Drad made surely that he was well in detail to his male parent, when he was writing out the report. He included the action at law of Lieutenant Ply, and the skooma as well. But, when writing in the maitre d' 's log, he excluded the skooma, for legal use. 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 pretense of resupplying. They bought around 300 septims of food, just to establish it see unspoiled. But while they crew were buying they supplies, Lord Drad made his way to an Inn, and searched out the thieves.
He walked in, and ordered a beverage of vintage Skyrim Mead, which was his favorite drinking while he was relaxing. This was no time to relax, but if he were to notice the element that he sought, he needed to let himself back a bit. So, as he sipped his mead, he watched closely the early patrons of the inn. He waited patiently for the right moment, the right signs.
Then, as he took the last sip from his mug, he saw it. The handshaking of one of the patron carried more than a traveling bag. It was a pillowcase of the manus, and there was something to it. Something hidden, as they shook.
Divine Drad ordered two more Mead from the bar, and then made his way to the supporter whom he had seen take the slip. 'Would you like a drink, admirer ?'He asked the man, whom was of Nord line of descent.
The patron looked at him with a singular eye, and decided he should at least make a bit of an probe into this, but took the drink. 'Sure, friend. And mead as well, so sound to deliver a kinsmen offer a magisterial endowment. But why me, friend ?'He asked, as he took the mug of mead.
'I am looking for a fence .'Replied Lord Drad with an upturned eyebrow. 'Know of a topographic point I can bump one ?'
The Nord looked at Jehovah Drad with curiosity. His gullible eye flickered at the mention of this. Lord Drad wondered if he would play along. 'Down the street, you will get hold that there is a shop, they sell many things, including fence posts .'He said to Lord Drad with irony in his voice, obviously playing a game to screen the waters.
'But I am not looking to buy a fence, I am looking to give one .'nobleman Drad replied, playing along. 'And I am afraid that the shopkeeper would not be happy if I asked to take a shit one in his store, with the items I am to build it with .'
The Nord smiled. 'Fences are fences, are they not ?'
'Truly, they are not .'Lord Drad said, then continued. 'The character I wish to make is rather ... ..liquidy .'
'What is your name, friend ?'Asked the Nord, now very interested, but still playing.
'My public figure you shall know as power pylon, for now .'Lord Drad said. 'And what is yours ?'
'My public figure is no unavowed around here ... .I 'm Raflod, the blowhard .'The Nord replied with comfort. 'But how can you make a fencing from liquid ?'
Jehovah Drad was loosing his patience now, however, and decided that the game needed to be ended, and business concern begun .'I am looking to sell ambition, that come in a nursing bottle. My dreams are worth much more than the fooling 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 deal some skooma. Am I in the right field place, or not ?'Creator Drad said, loosing his calmness with the drunken Nord. 'If I am not, I shall take my line somewhere else .'
Raflod shook his straits now. 'No, no, you 're in the compensate place ... .come, let us talk more upstairs, where there is a well-off common elbow room we may speak more freely .'He then began to walk up the step of the inn.
nobleman Drad followed him up the stair, and found himself to be in a well-to-do way, with a couch, and a fire as well. There were many professorship, and a table with a deck of cards of cards upon it. Raflod sat at the table, and beckoned that Lord Drad sit as well.
'So, you have come to sell skooma, eh. You look like the type of Nord who would be prancing around in Cyrodiil, not the kind that would be in a seedy township as this, selling drugs to the local anesthetic Thieves lodge .'Raflod said, drinking a bit Sir Thomas More of his mead.
'What I am, and my descent are of no grandness to you. I am here to make job, not parcel stories .'noble Drad responded sternly.
'Alright alright. Well, I am the local anesthetic steward of the Thieves Guild in this town, and I am the one to speak to indeed .'
'That is well. Let us now commence with business .'
'How a great deal are you looking to sell ?'
'Five hundred and l bottles, each six ounces, and all are unopened .'Lord Drad said, having already counted them beforehand.
Ralflod whistled. 'You may be able to betray that much for a becoming fencing in say ... ..Gnaar Mok, but here, in Seyda Neen, you wont detect anyone able to address such an total .'He said.
'What is a comme il faut amount, to you ?'noble Drad asked.
'Well, where we are most prominent, in spot like Gnaar Mok, and Suran, decent would be fourscore septims per bottleful. But here, there are very few whom can cover that. We would only be able to pay out ... .thirty septims per bottle. It is a robbery, but we can not afford to pass so much .'
'And what if I were to say that I was willing to negotiate a little, to find a suitable price for both of us, be it aureate, or otherwise ... .or both ?'
'Otherwise ?'
'I would be willing to encounter 30 septims per bottle, along with a warranty, that whenever I am in this Town, the thief lodge will be accommodating to my needs, whatever they may be. I will be a unconstipated customer here, if the cordial reception is correct. I am very influential, and can stimulate this town 's Thieves guild flourish with my business. live with this fling, and I will come back here every prison term I have such types of commodity in want of selling .'lord Drad explained to Ralflod. 'When you get your saving up, then prices will get better, for the both of us. It will help us both in the retentive 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-scale asylum here in Seyda Neen, just outside of Ithiel Town. take away 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 Mary Leontyne Price so low, we will only be able to afford to necessitate say ... .three hundred bottles .'
'You can make up the remainder in the future .'nobleman Drad said .'I will come there with three men, and we will have the skooma with us .'
Ralflod smiled. 'Then we shall gather again soon, friend .'

noble Drad had his crowd pull out the sack of skooma from the cargo hold, which was quite heavy. They put it on a cart, and began moving it to the caverns Ralflod rundle of. The three men that Lord Drad chose to attach to him were police lieutenant Ply ; Privet Uls, a high up Elf ; and Privet Doil, an Imperial whom had joined the crew earlier that year.
When at the cavern out entrance, Lord Drad opened the logic gate. He was greeted by Ralflod, along with a few early multitude, all of them Dark pixie. 'Pylon. Good to see you made it .'
'Well met, Ralflod .'
'Just have 'em set the encumbrance down right there .'He pointed to a low area of the cavern. 'We have the Au waiting for you, but will count and press the load first. Elis, Arthis, take the load down to the sleeping room, and count it ... .I 'll take guardianship of the fund .'
Lord Drad waited as the elves took the payload down the cavern dorm. He then leaned against the cavern out rampart, and made himself comfortable. His gang waited about him, uneasy at the constituent they were in. Lord Drad knew what he was doing, but his bunch was still on boundary, for stealer were not to be trusted.
'Alright, now, the gold will be in bars, for that is what we trade in here. It is much easier to trace septims, and we do n't postulate that trouble, especially with the Imperial Offices right here in townspeople. So, if it is very well with you, we will begin .'Ralflod said.
'It is delicately with me .'
'Good .'
'My public figure, Ralflod, is Godhead Nikolai Drad, of the Drad merchandiser Co. I am the whizz of the Co. and the head official of the Skyrim camarilla. This loot was taken from an attacking plagiariser ship, along with a few other items. Now you know whom I am .'Godhead Drad said .'I feel that a business organisation relationship should have a sealed sum of money of trust, especially this type .'
'I see .'Ralflod replied. 'Well, you know my name already, and now you know our hideout ... .so I think the reliance on our part is complete. But call me Flod, please .'
'Alright Flod .'
One of the night pixy came up the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, and spoke in low articulation with Flod. Flod nodded, and sent him back down the hall. 'Alright, it all checks out, and now here is your gold .'He walked over to a minuscule cranny, and pulled back a tarpaulin. Under it were six Au bars. 'They are, you should know as a merchant, worth the agreed upon amount of money of gold .'
'I agree .'Lord Drad said, nodding his promontory. 'Lieutenant Ply, take them, and realize your way back to the ship. I will end this bargain here. Make indisputable the ship is quick when I get back, we need to voyage before first light, in ordination to make it to Solitude on fourth dimension .'
'Aye, headwaiter .'He then picked up the amber, and handed a few art object to the former members of the crew, walking out of the cavern.
'Now, we have done a good amount of byplay, Flod .'Lord Drad began. 'With what I have sold you, and experience given as well, your economy here should be rather good. I am taking it it will assume you around a month or so to surround off this much skooma. I will take back in two month or so, and with more point that need fenced. I will be expecting a respectable economy from this section of the esteemed thief Guild then, for this is a plenty good start for your lot .'
'Yes, yes, this will hike up us quite nicely, and you are for sure to see More gold ejaculate from us in the future ... .and we will not bury this kindness, lord Drad .'Flod said with award. 'If ever you require our services ... any of them, we will be well-chosen to assist. I consider you to be a slumberer agentive role for us. I know of you, and I will make sure you have all benefits of being in our society, without, of course, actually being in it .'
'Thank you .'
'Much welcomes .'
'But now I must wee rushing, lest my cargo be late .'Lord Drad said, turning to reelect to his ship.
'Wait !'Flod said.
overlord Drad turned to face him, and raised an eyebrow. 'Yes .'
'Would you be interested in a pet ?'
'A pet ?'master Drad inquired. 'Is there significance to this, Flod ?'
'The humanoid kind .'
'Hahaha, a slave ?'Laughed noble Drad, shaking his head.
'Yes, a little Nord girl .'Replied Flod with a smile. 'She was sold to us legally, but she is of no use to a bunch of thieves. She is only xx years, and her hair is red as fire. She is from Dawnstar, Skyrim, and is very diminutive for a Nord woman. She is well fed, but her build is small-scale naturally, I guess. We are not cruel here, and have treated her well. She just is small .'
'A modest Nord ? Hahahaha !'God Almighty Drad chuckled .'I 've never heard such a matter .'
'Elis !'Called Flod. 'Bring up the Nord, Arla !'
Elis could be heard from down in the caverns, and concatenation being unlocked. They came up the Hall, and stopped at noble Drad and Flod 's presence.
'Here you are, Lord Drad .'He said. 'As you can see, she is well nourished ... .just small, as I said .'
Arla was just as Flod had described. Her haircloth was long, and fiery red. Her centre were of a bright blue, and big as star topology. She was petite in physique, standing only five substructure seven, and having small shoulder. Her white meat were average sized, compared with her build, and her grimace was as a etched image upon rock, pretty and stern.
'I see you are right .'Lord Drad commented. 'And what is this going to be me if I said I were concerned ?'
'You gave us a very large amount of skooma, and you were form sufficiency to feed us credit ... consider this a gift, from one Nord to another .'Flod said in a thrive voice.
Lord Drad stood with his hands at his side. He thought about this, and the implications of such a thing. He knew that slavery was banned in the rest of Tamriel, but not here in Vvardenfel. But once across the boarder, she would be free.
'And do n't care about her going give up. She is under a special contract, which makes her a legal hard worker, in all provinces of Tamriel .'Flod explained before God Almighty Drad could even ask the question. 'Here are the papers .'He handed a set of documents to Almighty Drad.
He took the papers, and then read them. Sure enough, it was legitimate. 'Alright, this is acceptable. Does she have her Sir Ernst Boris Chain, or are you to keep those, and I find my own ?'
'Ah, she came with no chains ... we have been using just a set of 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 slave, and is bequeath to swear out .'
'I am sure you have seen ... .and felt .'nobleman Drad commented.
'Ah ... .as I said, we are not cruel .'Flod said. 'We did not extend to her, and she is pure. A slave is not to be used like that here. We were going to sell her in Sadrith Mora, to the local slave market there, but had not gotten around to it yet. But since you have offered us a kindness, we shall offer you this forgivingness in rejoinder .'
'And I thank you, Flod .'Creator Drad said .'I however, am not so kind 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 Holy Writ here, down in the cavern. It 's on how to train a hard worker, the exact methods. She is already built like a striver, so it should be rather promiscuous for you .'
'Alright, then I shall go for, and take her .'Lord Drad said .'I will still be back here in two months, however, and with more loot .'
'That is well, Lord Drad .'Flod said. 'Elis, go and get that Quran, it 's on the chest in my William Chambers. Give it to God Almighty Drad, so he can entrust for his urgent journey .'
Elis ran down the manse, and returned quickly, with a leather bound Word in his script. He handed it to Lord Drad.
'Then now I must get going, Flod. Thank you for all you have done .'Jehovah Drad said, now turning to entrust. 'Come, Arla, we have to go quickly. I have an appointment to take a leak in solitude .'
Arla followed closely by him all the way to the ship, and always a step behind him, in respect. He boarded the ship, and made his way into his cabin ... .Arla stayed just outside the door.
'Come .'
'Yes, father .'She entered.
'I have but one bed .'Jehovah Drad said, sitting at his desk and placing the slave document and al-Qur'an upon it .'I do have an surplus blanket, for the harsh winters of Solstheim, that you may use to catch some Z's on the floor if you wish. But when we get up to the compass north, you will suspend if you do not use both, as will I. So I am afraid you will have to run with me during those clip .'
'Yes, forefather .'She replied, bowing her head.
'I prefer either Creator, or Master .'overlord Drad corrected her. 'Now, go into my bedroom, and ease ... the mantle is in my loo, succeeding to my chest .'
She walked behind him, and opened the door to his chambers. She walked in, shutting the door, and rummaging through the closet for the blanket. nobleman Drad then opened his Log, and begin to write, telling of his new found pet. He left out the thieves as best he could, substituting them for traveling slave dealer. He also kept out the amber bars.
Lord Drad walked out of his cabin, and told his police lieutenant to man the port, and set sail straight person for Solitude. He said to make it quickly, and have all men man their spatial relation, for they were behind schedule by a day and a half now. All he could hope for to get to Solitude on time was that the weather sent him a wind and no storms.

Her narrative
'Winterwriter'sailed quickly through the jerky waters of the Vvardenfel coast. It was two twenty-four hours later that they arrived in the Sea of ghost, where the oral cavity of the channel opened up and let them into the gamey sea. Lord Drad was glad that they had made good headway here.
The twist was variety to them so far, and Lord Drad was glad for that. He decided to not go out to sea too far, and stick to the coasts of Morrowind and Skyrim, in order to avoid storms and pirates. It would slacken them down only a bit, and the welfare greatly outweighed the risks of such a move.
Arla was turning out to be a well trained slave, once Godhead Drad used the tactics that he found in the book Flod gave him. The book was titled Pets and master key : a skilled pathfinder to training any race as a slave. He found it most utile, and within days, Arla was already getting to know his will better than he thought possible.
As he made his way about the deck of cards, 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 clean something up, she quickly did it for him, and held it out for him to drive with a bow. Her every natural action served Lord Drad perfectly. But she was not quite fully groom yet, and lord Drad knew it would take time, so he was patient.
The crew of the ship knew that she was his slave, but not how he had acquired her. They had an thought, but no exact details. They all kept quiet about it around master Drad as well, minding their own business. They had been with him long enough to know his methods were his own, and he was under no man 's watch but his own.
'Lieutenant, how a great deal supplies do we get ?'nobleman Drad asked, as he met his Fist ship's officer on the deck.
'Enough to last for another three days of glide, but the work party, I have heard, is getting tired of eating unsubdivided wampum and fish ... .they want meat .'Lieutenant Ply said. 'That is just what I have heard, chieftain Drad .'
'I see .'He remarked. He thought for a second. He searched his memory for where the dear embrasure was from where they were. 'Okay, we shall shit a full point in one days fourth dimension. At that fourth dimension, send out a hunting party, and have them bring back enough meat for another three days. Send ten men, and have them return within the day, regardless of how much they have caught .'
'Yes sea captain'Replied Lieutenant 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.'nobleman Drad said. 'You may take a log of this promotion, but make no remarks as to why. I do n't wish to have any written evidence of our activity as of recent. We may be doing this on a habitue foundation, and I do n't need some snoopy imperial Guard to line up any evidence. As of rightfulness now, we are carrying only effectual goods, and we are going to keep it that way .'Maker Drad said, knowing they still had 50 bottleful of skooma in their cargo delay, in a arcanum area.
'I understand, captain .'The Admiral said, understanding that as far as he was concerned, they did not exist.
Godhead Drad then made his way to the ship's galley, and sat at a table. Arla sat side by side to him, a foot away. She sat with her hands upwards upon her knees, awaiting for any indicant as to what her superior 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 wee-wee two shell, one for you, and their captain .'Godhead Drad said.
While she went to fetch food, Maker Drad pulled out his parchment and oxford grey pencil, and began writing.

My love Father,
We have made our way to solitude, and should be there within the next few days. By the clip you receive this, we will take in made our delivery and will be empty of cargo. I request that lieutenant Ply, whom is now and admiral of this ship, to be given his own ship to command.
He was well skilled when the pirates attacked, as I have recorded in the accompanying letter of the alphabet to you. He has served me well in all affair, and deserves to have his helping hand tried at commanding a ship. I would suggest that he start with a simply merchant division cruiser, and take a leak the simple beat between Northpoint and Farrun, in high rock-and-roll. It is an easy rabble, and has no need of complicated Holy Order.
I have come across a slave, as well, father, and have been training her fountainhead. She is under a extra contract, which I have studied with upkeep, that allows her to be a slave in any province. It turns out she was taken captive from Dawnstar, Skyrim, and the imperial horde there had her as a slave.
Her criminal offense were that of killing a Noble, whom was her brother. She was charged with the law-breaking, 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 deserved treat.
I hope you and mother are doing well, and all is well with the sign. How is the new ship coming along ? I heard that it was to soon be finished, and added to the Skyrim fleet. If that is so, I would like to know where it will be docked, so I may make routs for it as soon as I can.
I will be making my way back to Solstheim, even as you read this. I am going to make my usual port at New rock candy, where I will await your parliamentary procedure. I do trust that I will be having a more unconstipated trade path, for being on random deliveries is getting taxing on the work party.
I have one more asking : May I make my way to the Topal Sea. I wish to try my paw at those piss. There are many trade itinerary there, and of course anvil and Bravil have proficient deal.
With love, your son,
Creator Nikolai Drad

As Arla came back to the table, she sat the plates of solid food down, one before her Master. Lord Drad folded the letter up and put it into his vest scoop. Arla waited silently, as Lord Drad ate his food.
He then realized that she was waiting for him to let her eat. She was a good slave, and followed protocol exactly. 'You may eat, Arla .'He said kindly.
She picked up her fork, and began cutting the baked fish. Her workforce shook as she put the food to her lips and ate it. The fish was tasteless, for it was not seasoned, being freshly caught, there was no motivation to waste salinity on curing it. But she ate it without ill, for it was intellectual nourishment, and she was thankful for that.
Lord Drad finished his repast of bread and fish, then got up. Arla stood when he got up. 'You may finish eating. I will be on the tush deck, checking the consignment hold. Come find me when you have finished your nutrient .'
'Yes, superior .'She said, then returned to her meal.
Lord Drad pulled out his lambskin once more, and made his unit of ammunition, checking the stipulation of the crates, the quantity, and the amount of space they took up. He also took notes on how lots weight that they had, and how low the ship sank into the water, while carrying them. He was very master about payload, for he had never once lost a cargo, or had a broken crate of goods ; he wanted to hold open it that way.
He was almost finished calculating the space for the crateful, when Arla came down the footprint to the cargo hold. She came up to Lord Drad, and got to her knees, bowing her head in presentation. 'We will be stopping ashore for around twelve 60 minutes tomorrow. At that time, you are to stay aboard the ship as the men hunt. I will be going to roll up herb and other such things, so you shall interest your time by studying the textual matter I have set for you .'Lord Drad gave his orders.
'Are there any orderliness I have as of now, Master ?'She asked.
'This is the invoice, for the speech of the weapon from Ebonhart to Solitude, Skyrim .'He handed her the invoice, keeping the calculations for himself. 'Take them to full admiral Ply, and evidence him to signalize his name to them. Return when you are done. I may not be here, but find me .'He ordered. 'Dismissed .'
She quickly went about performing her tasks, and God Almighty Drad went about finishing his reckoning of the crate. There were forty crateful of weapon, each taking up around seven three-dimensional pes of the cargo hold. They were already paid for their services, so it only mattered for documentation 's sake that he calculated the outer space and weighting of the particular.
The Drad merchandiser Co. was paid 6'000 septims for their delivery, as a religious service fee, and 100 septims per crate as the bringing fee of each crate. This was one of the best deals in all of Tamriel, and the Drad 's knew it. They made it so garish for shipping, because they had mode around the taxation laws, letting them lower their terms. This was why when even the Imperial Legions needed weapon system shipped, they came to the Drad Merchant Co..
nobleman Drad went to the holding room, where the gold for completed deliveries and other such actions were kept. He counted all the septims that he had acquired, and added them up. It came out to 24200 septims, including the gold stripe ... but he left them out, making it 15200 septims that he put on phonograph record for his fathers bookkeeper to manage. He logged all transactions, and then opened a secret maw door to a pocket-sized sphere just below the last deck. He put the bars of Au in the enshroud surface area, where the skooma was also, to celebrate them dependable. He then placed the rug back over it, keeping it out of sight.
Jehovah Drad walked up the stairs to the quartern deck, where the huge oars were all tucked away neatly. He went up the stairs there, and made his way to the work party 's quarters. He was greeted by Privet Uls.
'Captain .'
'Privet Uls .'Lord Drad replied. 'Continue as you were .'
'Yes master .'Privet Uls commented, now going about what he was doing.
Arla met master Drad on the top deck of cards, at the police captain 's nest, and presented herself to him. 'Follow .'He said, having no other duties for her to execute at that meter. He then made his was to his post, where he put the calculations and orders in his desk. They would be given to his beginner, when they returned to Solstheim next.
Arla stood behind Lord Drad as he wrote in his log, marking that the computing would be in his desk, and the activity that he performed. lord Drad, though he acted as though he did not care to comment her, was well aware of her presence. He rather enjoyed her dumb troupe, and thought heavily about her as of late.
What was her story ? When did she hit her brother, a Noble ? For what reason ? All these affair ran through Lord Drad 's read/write head.
'Arla, go bring my cloak from my chambers, I am getting rather cold .'Lord Drad ordered her. She went immediately and got his cloak for him, and wrapped it around his shoulder for him. 'Thank you .'
She did n't take a shit any action to provoke thought about this, but she was much taken aback that her lord 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 direction upon her superior always.
Lord Drad pulled out a pipe from his desk, and set it down, then pulled out a foliage of very well tobacco from his singlet sack. 'Arla, sit please, and learn .'He said. He began to explain how to shoot down the parting, and throng the pipe, so she was able-bodied to do so.
He picked up the leaf, and deplume it into three strips, then again, ripping them, essentially shredding them up to a fine hash. 'You see, you make sure that the leaf is clean of radical, and that the shreds are small-scale, so the tobacco burns well in the pipage, otherwise, it will go out too easily'He said, commenting on his method acting. He then took the tobacco and placed it in his pipe, packing it firmly, but not too tightly. 'You want it to be fast, but not tight, so that the air flow is just right, letting it terminal longer, but not bite out .'
His pipe was made of boar ivory, and was around five inches long, with a very pernicious curve. It had a lid in the arena, for snubbing the coal for later use, as well, and the tip, which was put to the lips, was fitted with a comfortable rose flick wrapping, which could be replaced as penury for freshness.
Lord Drad picked up the organ pipe, and lit a lucifer, puffing the pipe with comfort, now leaning back in his electric chair. He thought to himself as he puffed. What is she thinking right now ? Did she actually discover how to fill and jam this matter ?
He sat upright again after a few more puffs, and closed the lid, snuffing the coal. 'Now, from now on, you are to take this, and all other tobacco equipment that I wish you to, so that you may shred and pack on the billet as I desire .'
'Yes, original .'She said, nodding her question. 'May I use the loo, lord ?'She asked, now squirming in her electric chair all of a sudden.
'Yes, you may .'He replied. She walked into his bedchamber, and then he heard a door close, indicating she was in the toilet. He sat to himself, and thought of what needed to be done in the next few sidereal day. His duties were lax, as of latterly, for the sailing took care of itself mostly, and the gang handled nigh of the shipment and unloading. He did hump, however, that he should be studying flora, for his harvesting of herbs when they made a stop the next day. He pulled out a Good Book titled The exceptional Alchemy : plants and other substances for alchemical and food for thought purposes..
He flipped through the pages of the book, studying the text carefully, and looked to the subdivision of Skyrim, where it listed the common plants of Skyrim, and what they looked like, their properties, all about them. Arla returned, and knelt at his side, awaiting orders, as he read through the book. He did n't take his eyes from the Sir Frederick Handley Page, when he told her. 'Have a seat, be at repose for a while. I have no orders for you at this metre, Arla .'
She sat in the rear opposite word of the desk, and placed her hands upright upon her knees. She sat straight, with skillful military posture, and kept her gaze solely upon her Master, focusing all her attention to him. noble Drad kept his centre upon his book, but knew she was watching him, and that did have a certain dent in his judgement ; like a distant thought to the back of his brain, that individual was at his to the full attention.
'Master, may I address ?'Arla asked.
'You may .'
'If I may induce a mesmerism .'She began .'I have noticed you are reading about botany, and I know that you told me to stay on on the ship when we make country, but it is my duty to inform you of my utility in such an area .'She paused.
'Go on, Arla .'
She gulped, making her first inaugural really as a useful hard worker, taking a footmark for herself, getting to experience her tariff to him, rather than being a simple robot .'I was a botanist, back in Dawnstar, and I am very skilled with plant, especially in Skyrim. The cold sustenance many flora from growing, but also, many have adapted to the weather .'She continued, now more well-off, seeing that Lord Drad was not showing negative emotions to her statements .'I think I may be of use to you, if you wish to garner herbs. If I may ask what purposes the herbs you are looking for shall serve as .'
Lord Drad kept an eye to her, but showed no emotion in his human face. He thought for a second, then said .'I am looking for herbs that will spice food up a bit. Meat is well and good, but I want to find out something that is going to make it a delicacy to eat. Something that will light up any man 's tongue .'
'Yes, overlord'She said.
'What exactly are you asking of me, Arla ?'
'May I go with you, when we land ?'She replied, a hopeful looking at in her eyes. She was bore to learn, and to please now, and Lord Drad saw that .'I would care to help as secure I can .'
'You may go with me, Arla .'Lord Drad decided. 'But when we return, you are to come back to this very room, and canvass these texts .'Lord Drad pulled out a stack of three lambskin papers from his desk, and laid them on the top.
'I shall, Master .'She said, then was silent.
Maker Drad then continued reading the Koran with a comfort brain. He knew he COULD hunt for the works, but with difficulty. Now he had someone skilled in the craft with him, and he could make use of that.
After a piece, he set down the book upon his desk, and looked to Arla. 'Tell me about yourself, all about yourself, Arla .'He said with a curious voice.
'What would you like to acknowledge, Master ?'She asked with a pretty voice, eager to please.
'Well, let us bug out with the not so happy subject of your imprisonment .'Lord Drad said .'I do n't care to make you sad, or angry, but I need to know of your past, in order for you to answer me correctly'
'It matters not my tendency, Master. Only if you are delight with me, is my tariff done .'
'Then tell me about it, Arla .'He said, calmly.
'Well, when I was fifteen, I had begun to memorize of spells and magic, from a local mage in Dawnstar. I was avid in my studies, and I did well to learn the style of magic, and all schools of such learning I did well in. The mage 's name was Ilina, one of my sidekick 's many interest .'Arla said. 'She found him to be ... .unwantable, however, and refused to let him advance on her further. He did not exact kindly to that, and began to follow up on her even more. He was a drunkard, though he was a stately in the courts. She kept teaching me, however, and even taught me all about flora and interpersonal chemistry ; that is where my cognition of such things come from.
One day, my buddy got very drunk, and came to her home, where me and her were practicing magic trick : the schoolhouse of demolition. He came at her, and tried to force himself upon her, but she cast a paralyze magical spell upon him. She then issued his stiff trunk from her sign of the zodiac, and closed the door. An hr later, him, and three others came to her house, and barged in. I was in the future elbow room when I heard the commotion, and decided to inquire.
They had her down, and were stripping her of her wearing apparel. Since she was wearing only her mages'robe, they were able-bodied to get it off easily. I cast a trance at them, with an country affect, from the school day of trick, making them disoriented But they were resistant to it, and turned their eyes upon me. My blood brother kept going at Ilina, but she tried to fight him off of her. His companion came at me, and I knew not what to do !
I had a dagger tucked inside my robes, which I used to cut flora when studying industrial plant and such. I pulled it out, and held it at them. The laughed at me, and came quickly across the way !
I empowered it with a spell, and sliced the first one deeply through his breast ! His belly laugh pierced the house shrilly. I then spun, and caught the other on his throat, descent spraying about me and the flooring. My Brother saw the origin, and ran over to me, catching my arm with the dagger in it. He turned it upon me, and I had no other choice but to attack him, lest he kill me ! I cast a destruction spell, catching him square in his chest of drawers, sending him flying across the way into his comrade. He was utterly when he hit the the ground .'She paused, now with a face that was intrinsic to a bad memory such as that. 'His other cooperator ran to the door, and quickly made his outflow. I went right to Ilina, and helped her up. She quickly put her robe back on, and took notice of the situation.
'What did you do ?'She asked with a vox of gravity as I had never heard her before. 'He was a Noble ... .we 'll be hanged for this ! We must go, NOW !'
I took my dagger from my brother 's hand, and cleaned it off, putting it back in my robes. His friend with the chest wound was still alive, although barely breathing. Ilina restored him as C. H. Best she could with a healing spell, and some herb we had collected earlier that day. She then gave him instructions on how to sustain himself until help 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 star sign with her. We were fleeing, knowing that there was no chance of getting let off, even with the attack on her. My brother was a noble.
She got her horses ready, and we mounted them, riding off as quickly as they could convey us. Her home was to the West of townsfolk, so we knew we had a prospect to fix it to the nearest porthole and escape Skyrim, if we took the vertebral column roads, and kept to ourselves.
On the way, she talked with me. 'We are going to go to my teacher 's household, in Solstheim. He has a stead in New rock and roll, and we can enshroud there until we can ascertain passage to Vvardenfel, where there is no hostile expedition of criminals to any former Imperial Province .'She explained.
We made our way to the coastal region, and took a sea path to the nearest port. We let the sawbuck free when we were but a air mile away from the port, so as not to pull out attending by being rid of them in the town. When we got there, however, news had already spread of the plan of attack !
The guards noticed us from the description given, undoubtedly by my brother 's comrade. They pursued us, and we ran once more, but could not take to the woods, for they were on horseback. They quickly caught us. Ilina cast invisibility upon me, and told me to run, as the guards overtook her. She faught them as best she could with non-lethal spells, and that is the last I ever saw of her.
I ran until I could run no more, and then the magical spell wore off of me. I was left to my own. All I had was the knowledge of the works, and the mind of a mage. Ilina was a part of the Mages'guild, but had not yet initiated me, wanting me to get a line for one more year before I became a appendage. But now all I could do was to hold myself.
I found a small cave, and hid myself there, thinking what I could do next to escape my spot. But there was nothing I could retrieve of. I knew nothing of her instructor 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 solar day of staying hidden in the cave, and eating only the small measure of edible flora there, I came out, and made my way to the East. I knew I would run into a diminished settlement somewhere, and hopefully, it would be a spot secluded enough to not give any imperial safety of the Skyrim Legion there.
I sustained myself on the many industrial plant along the way, and drank of melted snow. I was cold, having only the mages'robes, but I made due with a spell from Illusion, with sum up warmth to my body. I knew I could make it, if only I could observe a safe place for a few daytime.
I found a small small town after a few twenty-four hours, and made my way slowly into the town inwardness, seeing no augury of Imperial sentry go. I went to the inn, and asked for the figure of the liquidation. They told me the town was called Krushlef, and that it was just Confederate States of America 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 Union, going closer to Prothhilt. I found a lowly stream, just barely trickling with water, for spring was coming in, and it was not freeze down completely.
I cleared a band in the blow, and made a small flak there. I knew it was risky, with guards searching, but I needed warmth and the fire would keep the predators away. So I slept until the morning.
As were my fears, the guards had spotted me, and were surrounding me when I awoke. They grabbed me, and pushed a cloth carrier bag over my oral sex. I felt a harsh hit to the book binding of my capitulum, and all was lost, until I woke up the adjacent morning in a jail cell of iron.
At my tribulation, I was constrained with a magical roadblock, and was testified against by my sidekick 's comrade. I was sentenced to attend a living of thralldom, in any responsibility that I was in, never to be released, only to be passed from one owner to the next, until I die. But that was not my concern.
I had learned, at the trial run, that the safety had brought Ilina to Dawnstar once Thomas More, where she was tried and executed for her actions against a noble. She defended herself, but my crony 's comrade had testified there as well, sealing her fate. My parents, whom were deadened, were noble, and that made me a Noble, though of lesser worth than my brother. That is the only matter that saved me from the same fate as Ilina.
As I was shipped to the slave market, I cried to myself over grief of Ilina, and I could not block up. I was so lacerated by her fortune, and by the activity of my crony, that I could not control myself. My mind shut down, and I was alone, I knew.
My first master was a Nord by the name of Hekleif, whom lived in Solitude. He and his wife, Neira, used me as a servant to their sign of the zodiac, and treated me very well. They were both variety to me, and fed me well. I grew to love them, as I served them well.
When I was 19, they moved to Vvardenfel, Morrowind, to the city of Vivec. It was grand and beautiful then, where the Man-God lived. Every edifice stood with cracking halo, and all the people were high and Lord, even the high elves, whom hated the Nords, as far as I was always told. Hekleif liked the city, and he and Neira were both stable keep in the Foreign tail.
When I was almost twenty years of age, they went bankrupt, for Hekleif and Neira both lost their Job. They were forced to trade me in the slave grocery store in Vivec, and also their plate there as well. They had to actuate to the city of Caldera, near the Ash wad. I never saw nor heard from them again.
I was kept in the hard worker mart until I was twenty, being trained properly as the market place saw fit, as a striver. They taught me what I now know to this day, of serving, and of being owned. They were professional about it, and they taught me well.
The documents that you hold, you will notice, land my witching abilities, and they kept that in measured consideration. They put an enchantment on me that limited my magic, to only let me perform healing magical upon myself, and others. Only one soul I know of now, has the ability to lift that enchantment.
I was sold soon after I turned twenty, to a Dark Elf named Tarjain. She lived alone in Pelagaid, and needed a handmaid to tend to the crop she had growing there. She quickly recognized my accomplishment, and was much satisfied with me ... until one day she came to me, and told me she was selling me to a few traveling slave traders. She gave me no cause, and only one day placard.
The striver 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 kind, and fed me well. They kept me in a cave, for which I was not the happy somebody, but I served them as best as I could. They only made me do chores such as cleanup and washables, and former such things. Ralflod was kind to me as well, and told me of his concern even.
After three calendar month, you came along, and here I now sit, Master .'She ended her tale. Her cheeks were red as her hair now, and her center low to the floor.
Lord Drad walked to her, and picked her chin up with his fingerbreadth. 'Thank you for sharing with me your narrative. Some was sad to see, and other voice well to hear. But I tell you, I am glad to have heard it all, for I now know a little bit about you. One day, I shall tell you my full fib, though not so concern as your own is .'He said.
She nodded. Her deal remained on her knees, palms upwards .'I would love to see it, Master .'She replied quickly.
'Now, however, is the time for you to differentiate me of the person whom can overturn the spell upon you .'Lord Drad went into a voice of levelness and reasonableness now .'I want a mage, not a simply a lowly slave. You are trained in the direction of magic, so you shall now be getting that back. Whom is this individual ?'
'His epithet is Navan, Navan Drasil .'She said calmly, but with a slight happiness in her voice.
'And where can I find him ?'Asked Drad.
'He was one of the slave Masters back in Vivec. The final stage I heard of him, he was still there, when I left .'
'Then once we are finished with this expedition, you and I are going to make a tripper to Vivec, and put on your index back, Arla .'Lord Drad said with a smile, and a gay voice.
'Thank you, lord .'She said with true thankfulness

passe-partout and master

The ship made anchor near the coastline the next day, and a stack was sent to the shore, with ten men, plus Lord Drad and Arla. The pile was large, plenty to extend twice as many people as it was. They came ashore, and made their way inland in the snow a bit.
'Okay, lads, go and catch what you can, and income tax return within twelve hours. I will be here when you get back. Make sure to kill only fauna that you can carry back here, and only unity that you know to be edible .'nobleman Drad said aloud to his crew.
They dispersed, on with their hunt. Creator Drad and Arla then began to urinate their way to find herbs. They knew what to look for, because of Arla 's experience in such fields.
After a few hours, Lord Drad and Arla had collected a number of herbs for culinary role, and many with healing properties. They sat them all down in a sack next to the raft, then went out again, to search for more.
It was nearing sundown when they were finished collecting herb. Lord Drad and Arla sat side by side to the flock with a fire burning at the stake brightly, waiting for the crew to return from their hunt. But they still had another two hours, before they had to return to the ship.
master Drad knew that this stop would set them back even more, but he knew morale of his bunch was of import. He knew that without a crew to man the ship, NO item would go far at all, so he made a sacrifice, to conglomerate meat for the crew. They would then be happy with their lot, and would have the sailing a lot smoother.
As they sat in the firelight, Creator Drad practiced a few moves with his sword, as Arla watched him. She wondered, as she saw his swift movements, what her Master 's desktop was. Had he always been a merchant ? Had he learned his ways from his kin, or from somewhere else, and started the company on his own ? Did he own Drad Merchant Co. ? Where was he from, originally ? All these things soared through her mind as she saw his flashes of steel.
The Nox was growing on, when they heard a hurly burly about the area. They heard remote interference, and distinctly chief voices for trusted. Then they saw a torch, and knew that the hunting party was back finally. Arla waited for her maestro, but stood when he did, and stayed a step behind him as he walked towards the party.
They had made a makeshift tote wagon, with skis made of wood, to slide over the C. On it, there were a number of animals, not all of them to be made out in this spark. As they came closer, Lord Drad went to them.
He found that there was not just one, but three carryall, each with a number of fauna on them. Obviously, the hunt went well for the crew. As they pulled, each had a grinning upon their faces. God Almighty Drad as well had a huge grinning, knowing his bunch was happy.
As they pulled, Jehovah Drad sent up a spell of pure visible radiation into the air, as if person had taken the Sun, and made it into the sizing of a human head, and cast it a one hundred yards above the solid ground. It lit the way for them to see to the raft, still being quite a ways away. After the magical spell was cast, Lord Drad got behind the last tote, and helped tug it to the tidy sum.
As they sat it down, Lord Drad said to his crew. 'Okay, we are going to pack what we can onto the spate, and have half of us man it, the other half staying here, and keeping predator from getting to the meat. We will return with another raft, to get us out of here in only one more slip. When on the ship, you will assume it all to the galley, and into the stale elbow room, putting it where you can. After that, go directly to your hogwash, and balance ... the ship will be manned by the rest of the work party, since you all made the Leigh Hunt .'He then started packing the creature into the raft.
Arla noticed all form of them : a wild boar, two deer, and a deal lion, along with two twain of rabbit. It did n't take long for the totally crew to get the animals into the sight, and then afloat. Arla and Drad stayed with the hunters, while the eternal sleep of them rowed back to the ship.
The men sat around the fervidness, warming themselves with it, as Arla and Lord Drad sat back from them, and watched the raft make it to the ship safely, then set out unloading the catch into the ship. Then, after twenty minutes or so, they saw another raft being lowered down from the side of the ship, and the former rowing back to shore.
Arla now felt the insensate 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 castanets. But her Master was by the shore, not next to the flack, so there, just behind him, she remained.
noble Drad greeted the raft with a grin, then immediately began to load it with the carcasses of the animals, along with the respite of the hunters, while the men in the mickle stayed in, so they could just pull back out. The arcsecond raft arrived just as that one was pulling off of shore.
The deal was quickly loaded up, and then the tote bag were left, the fire snuffed with snow. Arla grabbed the sack of herb, and then followed her Master. Lord Drad, and the rest of the bunch got in the raft, and went back to the ship. When they boarded the ship, Creator Drad and Arla went right to the Captain 's draw close, where he issued the parliamentary law to set sheet to his men. admiral Ply was asleep now, so there was no need to gravel him, when Lord Drad had a spokesperson just as well.
As the ship was beginning to move, Arla all of a sudden came nigher to Jehovah Drad and grabbed onto his arm. She held him closely to herself. God Almighty Drad looked at her with a curious eye, but not harshly. At first, he thought the movement of the ship had knocked her off her balance, but then noticed she kept a time lag of him.
'Arla ?'He questioned.
She pulled away from him, and put her hands behind her back, her head facing the pack of cards now .'I am regretful, master, I had no right wing to touch you without your countenance .'She said in offering of apology
Lord Drad nodded his question, then looked to the masts, which were now at full sail. He turned, and walked his way to his cabin, Arla behind him. But before he reached the door, he took her in his arms quickly, and held her tightly. He remained his hold for some time, before patting her back, and returning his walking to the cabin.
Arla followed him into the cabin, and waited as he took off his gravid cloak. She then took it, and placed it on the rack, near the door. She took off her own cloak, and put it there as well. The cabin was warm, being heated by the flak of the galley being filtered of roll of tobacco, and the head leading to the room by pipework.
'Arla, tonight, you need sleep in my bed. The blankets will be needed to be combined, and together, we shall last out warmer .'Lord Drad said, now sitting at his desk. 'Now, come, and sit next to me .'He said.
She went to his slope, and sat with her legs below her derriere, future to him on the flooring. She was perfect height for Lord Drad to pet her hair, as his pet. 'They told me they were giving me a pet, and now, I have one for indisputable .'He said, as he stroked her hair softly. She giggled quite a gang at that, being pleased with her lot for now.
Almighty Drad soon stopped petting his short pet, and pulled out the police chief 's Log of the ship. He began to write down the actions of the night, and the hours that it took. He kept account of their sentence, and their food supply. He wrote also, about the herbaceous plant that were collected, and of his striver 's expertise on the topic.

lord Drad leaned over in his bed and felt next to him the soft, warm body of Arla. Her tender soma was plush to the spot, but house as well, with the fuzziness of silk, and warm as a globe of fire. Her hair's-breadth smelled of the herbaceous plant they were collecting, and her breathing rolled about like a melodic wind.
He wrapped his subdivision about her, and closed his eyes once more, returning to his sopor. Arla, however, was not asleep. She felt his arms come about her, and felt his external respiration quicken, knowing that for an instant, he was thinking about her. She knew he felt for her, at least somewhat. She was prosperous, to get a Master that cared for her.
She turned in his branch, facing him now, and putting her coat of arms about him. She felt his thick consistence, yet not harsh. It was comfortable to agree, to feel. She closed her oculus, and fell into a peaceable dream, as she held her Master, and he held her as well.
The Sun was up when Lord Drad awoke. He sat up, gently removing Arla 's arm from his chest, then dressed in his usual attire. He slipped quietly into his office, and pulled out his ledger on slave training. As he sifted through the pages, he noticed that the papers he had ordered that Arla read were now out of order ... he knew he did not extend to them, so she must suffer actually read them, spacing her time on her own.
The papers were her training orders, her speech patterns, her right action mechanism in certain situations, and early such affair as she needed to know. Lord Drad was pleased to see that she had read them. He then looked into the book more, to find early utile touch on the grooming. This was the commencement sentence he had ever taken a slave, and he was not used to certain thing. Sometimes he felt the book was teaching him how to be a master, rather than school her how to be a slave.
As he sifted through the pages, Arla awoke. She got up, and went into the office immediately, not even getting dressed first. She knew that her first duties upon waking were to notice her master, and present tense for orders. Upon opening the room access, Lord Drad turned in his chair to see her.
Her pilus was a heap, being unbrushed yet, and her face had a melodic phrase, from where she had laid her nous on the channel of a mantle. Her body, her face, everything, however, was perfect. She was the example every woman should follow, to being a beautiful woman.
She knelt beside her Master, and bowed her brain. Jehovah Drad looked to her, peering down her sweet-smelling back, with tranquil skin, and a few freckle here and there. 'Get up, Arla .'He told her. 'Go get dressed, and prepare for the day .'
She walked back into the bedchamber. As she turned, Lord Drad noticed her bottom : round and plump, and business firm as could be as she walked. She was well formed, indeed, and the way she walked, she knew it as well.
She put on her robe, and then a pair of woolen socks, and then a pair of leather boots, tightly lacing up her shinbone. As she brushed her whisker and teeth, she thought about the nighttime she had just had. How wonderful it had been.
Lord Drad kept reading, learning what he could from it. He went about his duties charting a course from solitude to New Rock, Solstheim. He looked to his map, plotting the route, and marking on a change of location index, in the back half of the police chief 's Log. He marked it comeback Journey, 3E208, away calendar month 26 day. He then put his pencil aside, and pulled out a tack of new parchment from a desk drawer. Arla came back then, as he began to publish.
She knelt adjacent to him as he sit in his hot seat. She waited for her Master to respond to her, as he wrote on the parchment. He wrote out the delivery particular, 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 cupboard .'She got up, and went into the room, then returned with two helms of fur. She then got the cloaks off of the rack, and put one upon her sea captain. They were made from a heavy fur as well.
They went down to the galley, and got a breakfast of boar meat and arduous cabbage. Arla brung the plates to a table, then awaited Lord Drad 's rescript for her to sit. She ate, after he had taken a bit of his food, as was the unconstipated 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 from my Church Father. I will be accepting any bringing 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 finger down a trade rout, which brought them from New rock candy to Khuul, then from Khuul to Hlo Oad, and on to Ebonhart. That was three stops, and his begetter was for certain to make pitch to and from each of the coastal cities .'I will be using half a crew, to cut back on costs for the journey. Since we will not be making a large voyage, the sea can be navigated by 25 men, always with half resting, to retain them rotated and unwary When we make it to Ebonhart, we will check our journey by ship, and go to Vivec, to rule our little prestidigitator .'
Arla silently listened to him, taking sting from her intellectual nourishment now and then. She took in all of what he said, and could not wait until they got her magic back. 'Thank you, my headmaster !'She told him, with the look of a grateful woman in her eyes.
They were on the top deck of cards, when the shore 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 Legion to bring them to the fort. Lord Drad gathered the proper signatures from the officeholder, then went back aboard the ship as the crew closed the holding deck 's door.
He marked in his Log that he received the signature tune from the officer, and they were returning to New Rock, Solstheim soon after. He went to the Captain 's nest, on deck, and gave the rout to full admiral Ply, sending the ship in its course to Solstheim. Arla stood next to him as he looked from his nest, peering into the icy sea.
'When in New rock'n'roll, I shall go to the wear trade good memory board, and we shall get you new garb, to withstand the dusty wintertime in Solstheim. It is colder 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 Clarence Day. The ship was hauling through the waves now quickly, with a gust of wind from the Confederate States of America, pushing them along. New rock-and-roll was achieved within the week, and they made port there.
Jehovah Drad had sent the alphabetic character to his Father three days ago, so he should take in word of their coming. It was midday when they were docked. They had no load, and they needed to get their earnings back to the Drad merchandiser Co. place, in Trasklin. But, there was a weekly rider, coming back and forth with news between here and there. They would simply institutionalize and wait watchword by way of messenger
In the have in mind clip, Godhead Drad took Arla out, and through the cold town. As they walked down the path, to reach New Rock, the wind caught detainment of their cloaks, and even with them on, they were rather inhuman. They made their way to the vesture store. Arla tried on a few cloaks, and a few gown, all made for the winter. She also tried on a few duad of pant, lined with satin. Lord Drad looked through the blankets, in which he found a high quality fur blanket, with a soft cotton liner in it, for an special stratum for Arla and Lord Drad to sleep with.
Paying for the cover, and a numbers racket of gown and pants for Arla, the bill came out to sixty septims. Lord Drad took out a small bag of coins, and handed the noblewoman at the counter a few gold pieces. 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 literal weapon .'Jehovah Drad said. 'We will bump a sword Kate Smith, and have him custom forge you a weapon that you can properly exert'
Arla nodded her head. 'Yes, Master .'
Arla followed her Master to the local smithy, and entered the shop. 'We would like to give birth a steel bridge player forged, to fit her acme, weighting, and style. I care not the price .'Lord Drad said to the man, explaining what they were looking for.
They were shown what could be done. The Smithy had them choose between a number of different metallic element : Ag, sword, branding iron, or Adamantium .'I would like it to be brand, with traces of silver in the salmagundi, if it can be done .'Arla told him.
'It can be .'He then put ten bricks of steel out of a hurdle, and one of silver. Putting it in his handcart, he lead them to the smelting pot. 'Now, this steel can either be curved, as a saber, or rapier, or it can be in the style of the Elsweyr Katana, with only a aristocratical bend. If it is to fit her height and weight unit, I would not evoke a big sword, such as a mongrel, or a claymore. Just joystick with the lighter fashion .'
Arla saw a turn of grip for each styles of steel, and many that she felt were very comfortable in her clutches .'I 'll take the Katana Style, and with this type of pummel and handle .'She said, holding up a black cloth, wrapped around bamboo, which was wrapped and stuck tightly to the downcast tang of the sword.
'Very well .'He chose the mold for her brand, for its BASIC design. He then began adding the bricks of metal to the smelting pot, liquefying them slowly. While he did that, he got his hammering and anvil ready to begin curving her sword to a perfect angle. 'Come back and see me in a few hours, and I might be ready to begin taking her exact size of it, and where she is comfortable swinging it .'
Lord Drad and Arla went to the food for thought goods store. Drad merchant Co. takes care of all cookhouse meal, and all meals that come from the ship. But each individual crew could buy his own redundant point, freely, with their own pay. Drad merchant Co. would not pay for it, but would give up them to do it.
Arla suggested that the buy bristleback nitty-gritty, being a more tasty pork than pig. Maker Drad saw her compass point, and bought six pounds of it. He was not getting much, only stuff and nonsense for his own privet repast. His cabin had an icebox, and it also had a wood burning stove. He could wangle in his cabin just fine, and did quite often.
overlord Drad got a few pounds of potato, and a few bags of herbs. There was not often in the way of veggie, being a harsh winter. The best they got were a selection from a small bag of blackberries for ten septims, or a ace tomato for eight gold. Jehovah Drad got the bristleback meat, the Irish potato, and the herbs, all for XX septims
But Lord Drad had that 180 septims, his share of the gold bars, and he was also paid a sum of money as a bonus, for every full speech he makes. For every complete pitch, lord Drad got an surplus hundred septims, as a fee for his Robert William Service, not to observe 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 nearly of it, but keeping a twenty-five percent of it in gold in his elbow room, for his own expense while he was on a journeying.
He had 800 septims left from that as well, from end month 's payment of wage. With buying the goods and nutrient, they now had 900 septims to last them for two week. It was the 17th of Apr, and he would clear 4'000 septims to his epithet on the 1st of May, waiting for him to pick up at the Drad merchandiser Co. manse, on a loading dock in Winterhold.
Lord Drad and Arla put away all the commodity in the cabin, back at the boat, and the crew made their misstep into town at their pleasure. They were simply waiting for the hebdomadal messenger. Besides, it was good for the bunch to take a day or two to rest.
The messenger came a day later, around mid day, and delivered a missive to Lord Drad. It was an official Drad Merchant Co. envelope. Something to do with occupation of the company was inside, indicating transfer orders, or new shipment bill. lord Drad opened it to discover his father 's reply to his earlier letter.

Godhead Nikolai Drad, police chief 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 unresolved for trade. You will meet invoices in Winterhold by the 1st of May, and will from then on be in bursting charge of the two areas, both Southern Tamriel, and Northern. I will require care of the small coastal trades here on Solstheim.
Until the 1st of May, you are dislodge to do as you wish. I have no more special purchase order for you, so you are fine to go back to your even duties as champ of the Skyrim sector of this company.
admiral Ply may indeed be promoted, and given his own ship to command. We are putting the new ship, the Weatherstride, into the weewee sometime next week and sending it to Winterhold, with a ghost crew on it. There, Admiral Ply may be named headwaiter of that ship, and given any set of mob that you feel him equal to of.
On to the matter of your slave. Do not let her interpose with byplay. She may help as a lot as you desire, but when it is more a problem than a assistant, I warn you, it will soon turn bad for you.
For these next two hebdomad, go wherever you wish, on freelance work. You are the friend of the Skyrim fleet, so you may swap as you wish. On the 1st, and view the account, and you decide which ones 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 journeying, son.
Lord Hrothmund Drad.

Lord Drad took the letter of the alphabet, and brought it to his desk. He marked on his log his next actions, and what had taken blank space. Arla and he then went back to the smithy, once the paperwork was taken care of.
The smithy was just finishing pounding out the blade.
God Almighty Drad had Arla instruct the smithy on how hanker, slurred, all-encompassing, and heavy her katana should be. After she gave her measurements, the smithy once again took out a hammer and incus and got them ready. He placed the unfinished katana into a kiln to ignite the steel and silver enough to let it deform to the hammer manipulation.
It took five or six arcminute of being in the kiln before it was fix, but overlord Drad and Arla stuck around and watched the smithy work in his shop. They watched him pound the katana at first free hand, then with a pair of tongs, and once more in a cast, to keep the hits from spreading metallic element that was not meant to actuate. The smithy was finished after another time of day worth of work, with the blade and pummel. He then set to work on fitting it with a handle, using the Lapp style as Arla had earlier picked out.
They watched as the bare metal became the flesh of a katana, tradition built for Arla 's style and size. It came out to be three and half foot long, and had a razor sharp blade on. Arla 's eyes lit up when he said that all that was left was the cocktail dress.
'Well, do you desire the definitive sheath, or would you like a back sheath ?'The smithy said, setting the finished brand on a riposte, while sheaths were sought
'A Graeco-Roman aim, please .'She said.
'And what colour should you like the wrap, and the clasp ?'He asked.
'The clasp should be black, and the wrapping shall be red, with diminished percentage of blackamoor .'Arla directed the smithy.
'Okay, so, have me another few hours, to hone the cocktail dress to the sword, get minor nicks out of the leaf blade, and overall perfective tense it. If there is anything you would care written upon the brand, now is the metre to tell me where and what you want .'The smithy informed Lord Drad and Arla.
Lord Drad stepped in and spoke before Arla was permitted to do so. 'Engrave this at the very bottom of the blade, and very modest .'He handed the smithy a firearm of parchment containing Lord Drad 's seal aim. 'And upon the blade, it shall ingest invention of fire and wind, all about it. Make sure it is deep enough so that nicks do n't affect it as much .'
The Smithy nodded, and went about making the cocktail dress. Around three hours later, it was finished, and Arla had a complete steel to call her own. overlord Drad spoke with the forge, and asked how much the service would be him.
'Well, each bar of sword was 20 septims, and each of silver was 40 septims The religious service fee will be 200 septims, and the completed sword will come out to around, four hundred and forty septims'The smithy tallied up the nib. 'Also, if your workings in the Imperial horde Fort, you have a exceptional deduction, making the first bars of sword relinquish .'
'No, I am maven of Drad Merchant Co., but I am not directly associated with the imperial beard host .'Lord Drad told the Smithy.
'Then four hundred forty it is .'He said. As he was paid, he handed Arla her blade with a slender bow of his head. overlord Drad and Arla walked back to the ship, and decided to startle looking up plans for deliverance.
Jehovah Drad looked to the maps in his cabin that closed in on the Vvardenfel Island, and sought trade rout 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 one-fourth. noble Drad marked a new mob for the ship, on its rout maps, and Captains Log. He wrote out his intentions in a few details.
Arla held her new katana in both her hands, and swung it broadly. The cabin sleeping room were quite large, and she had enough way to swing loosely. Lord Drad continued to document the activities. He then wrote off a alphabetic character to his Padre, giving his specific way of his ship, and where the plosive consonant would be.
The Northern Miner, a humble tavern, needed a arrest sent away, to the amount of their spending in goods. Their cargo to Dagon Fel consisted of a simple piece of composition with red ink upon it. But they were also guaranteed to gain another payload, on the way back, directed to New Rock, being able-bodied to make more rescue, even on the way back.

full admiral Ply gave the orders to shove 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 sluttish 500 septims, by taking them to Tel Mora.
In Tel Mora, they were paid 6'000 septims to take 30 crates of potions to the Foreign tail of Vivec. The journeying was well balanced, for they now had just enough cargo to prepare it worth the trip down to Foreign Quarter anyways. But lord Drad was glad they were capable to form some gold on the way, paying for the stumble in gold.
In the Foreign stern, they unloaded the crateful of potions and had them hauled up to the city medical university. Lord Drad then had no to a greater extent deliveries, so he had sentence to look for for Navan Drasil. He also had sentence to look for a delivery, for the return home, as not to waste a trip.
To set about his search, he looked in the canton used for selling slaves the most, which was the Arena Kwangchow. master Drad began to look for the established swop marketplace 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 fine silk cloak. He was a needlelike monger, and businessman, Lord Drad could see. 'He is the one whom put the trance upon me, master copy .'
'Very well, we have your documents, and all we need to do is pay the fee, and sign up certain official newspaper publisher, and they should reverse the spell upon you .'They walked up to the kiosk, and mentioned whom they were, and their purpose. 'And I am her current possessor, and wish to have her enchantment taken off, for I am subject of handling a Magician striver. She is not worth as much to me, as a round-eyed wench .'Lord Drad finished.
'Very well, just let me get the proper theme, and you can bear her a working Mage by Sundown .'Drasil said happily. 'It is always a good peck, seeing more owners skilled enough to control deception Users as slave. Only wizard now days can do it normally, but it pleases me to see a Master that is not a Magician, controlling a Magician slave .'The man said as he flipped through a massive amount of parchment papers.
'Oh, I am a Magic drug user, Sir .'Lord Drad said .'I am a sorcerer, of the line of descent Drad. I was trained at the Nord Academy of Solstheim, then in the imperial City at the Arcane University. My knowledge of thaumaturgy is acceptable ,'
'I see, that certainly does qualify as a conjuration User, and also, whatever rank you are in the Mages Guild will count for you when reversing this. Mages'social club members get half off of the fee .'Navan said, pulling out a quill now. Maker Drad pulled out his own : a perfect nibbed Clifracer feather, with a cap that was silver. 'Just foretoken at the stern of every pageboy .'Navan said.
'I am a 3rd grade Warlock, a 2nd degree hotshot, and a 1st degree mage. My rank is agentive role, and I am a Spellwrite of the Guild as well .'Almighty Drad dipped his quill in the pot of red ink on the table, and began signing his distinct key signature. It went quickly, the newspaper being signed and documented. After all the papers were done, Lord Drad got a copy of each sheet of paper, by way of Magic duplicate.
'Now, we will go to the store room right away, and I shall line up the spell to dispatch this enchantment. I have it put in a scroll, in caseful I have need of a quick reversal .'He was very cheery about his work. He was too cheery, in fact. 'The fee is three hundred septims I will require the gold upfront, I am afraid. Other than that, we are almost gear up .'
They walked into the small room, and looked around a bit for his roll. He spied them up on top of one of the drawers, and pulled the package of old, John Brown, import whorl. He searched through them a spell, reading the small school text of each one, in parliamentary law to find the one he was looking for.
Almighty 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 orbit before the booth, and Navan had Arla stand in the core of a circle drawn in the floor. He read off the conjuration and the energy wrapped around him, and down his arm, into the circle, dispersing as it was nearing Arla. A pretty purple and greenness color the energy took shape of ! Arla stood amazed at the gravity of Magic that was being held on her, not letting her cast her own turn. The illusionist whom created this was a original of his workmanship 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 know the capabilities of your Slave .'
Godhead 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 manifestation of trick here ?'
Navan looked over his shoulder. 'Our main function are in the St. olm Canton. come with us this night, when we close. We will let you use our practice session way, for a show. We will also supply a diminished presentment, if you wish .'Navan replied, smiling with a sharp pungency.
'That will suit me mulct .'Jehovah Drad said. 'When do you fill up ?'
'We will be closing in piffling under three hour .'Navan said. He tucked the gold Lord Drad gave him into a small chest, for pecuniary resource. 'You may retort here, or I can mark our billet 's location on your map, and you can get there with your slave in three hours ; we will set you up a practice elbow room. We will also show you around our shop class, so you may see all the tools to aid you with your slave. I take it this is the firstly time purchasing ; we specialize in helping new Owners .'Navan said.
Lord Drad was a simple Nord merchant. He did n't cognise anything about the mainstream Slave culture. But he did fuck a gross revenue pitch when he heard one. He knew the man 's style : puff them in, get to them comfortable, then seduce a cut-rate sale based off of excited and neural impulse purchasing.
Even in Morrowind, Lord Drad thought, there are still swindlers, just as there were back in Cyrodiil. 'Alright, mark it on my map, and we will use your country for a presentation. I will bring a few small-arm of atomic number 79, but not much. I will buy a few things, but I have little gold to due with, so you 'll accept to bare with my trivial needs .'He explained, rather pushy, what was going to happen. But Navan took the bait, and put Lord Drad in dominance of the conversation.
vertebral column on the ship, the men were doing their daily porthole duties. Whenever they were at porthole, they were to wash the deck of cards, check the sails, check all argumentation and rudders, and do general maintenance. The crew was also to fill again on H2O, where it could be gotten for free. Lord Drad took a clip board and walked into the store room of the ship, where they kept their food supplies.
He took count of their supplies, doing a gross inventorying check. Arla stood next to him with an ink pot, as he held the quill feather and posterboard. He looked up and down the shelf from nominal head to plump for, opening up cabinets, checking every door. Arla helped by moving whatever her superior pointed to, and helping pick out count of all the mortal goods.
When they were finished, God Almighty Drad was able to depend all the supplying, in a complete food index. He then sat down in his office, and decided what needed to be ordered and bought for provision, on their way back to Winterhold.
They had on board the ship right then these matter :
Lettuces 9
Tomato 5
white potato vine bag 6
boar meat 160 lbs.
Venison meat 50 lbs.
Rice 70 lbs.
Sugar 30 lbs.
Tea 30 lbs.
Strategic Arms Limitation Talks 60 lbs.
herb 37 lbs.
testicle 12 crateful
wine-coloured ( cooking ) 17 feeding bottle
wine ( drink ) 8 nursing bottle
flour 25 lbs
garlic 40 bulbs
cheese 6 wheels

Lord Drad looked at the list, and then documented it in his Captain 's Log. It became more like a scrapbook of the ship, documenting everything in it. It was as if the rampart in the Captain 's cabin could talk, and were writing their storey.
He then wrote out a tilt of goods they would need to make it to Winterhold, Skyrim. He wanted to piss no nutrient 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 city of Vivec, which was all the way on the Southern end of Vvardenfel.
When the leaning was made, it was labeled very simply, so that the crew could be easily charged with the task of gathering food and provision from the traders of the metropolis. admiral Ply took 90 septims, and a few of his staff military officer took 50 septims each. They went out with the tilt Godhead Drad gave to them, as Lord Drad went to the St. olm Canton, and to the main power of the Slave dealer'.
Maker Drad walked in, and was greeted by a Young Breton, with a small shape, and a pretty smile. 'Welcome to the Vivec St. Olms faction of Vvardenfel Slavers Co.'She said in a precious Western voice. She sounded as if she was from High Rock. 'What is your business here, father, ma'am ?'
'We were sent here by Navan Drasil, for a presentation, and a bit of looking through your stock-taking .'Lord Drad said. He had a bag of gold with him, with around 50 septims in it, which was all he was willing to spend in this post, no issue how good the stuff looked.
The Breton nodded her caput. 'Ah, yes, you will chance Navan just through these doors .'She pointed behind her. 'Our stocktaking and shop is that way .'She pointed up the stairs, where there was a pocket-size gate, and then an unseen area.
'Navan said to fall soon, so we shall go to this presentation first .'God Almighty Drad spoke.
They walked into the back, and discovered a fully sized breeding elbow room, with a scrap pit, a bow range, and a Magic Practice section as well. There were also John Cage, and cellular telephone, and pectus of stuff and nonsense around. This was where the slave were trained properly.
Navan was sitting next to a male Argonian hard worker, whom was taking a happy chance from bow shooting. 'Ah, Lord Drad, good to see you here. We have the presentment all set up. It is a bit of an obstical grade, but she will induce it through just delicately, I am sure. There is nothing dangerous, so do n't care for her safety .'He spoke to Lord Drad only.
'Of track .'noble Drad said. 'Arla, are you ready to do this ?'He asked her.
'She is, of course .'Navan said. 'She would not ingest asked to perform this project without being quick. She was trained like that .'He answered for her. 'We trained her here, and we have never once had a faulty hard worker. Ask her even .'
'Arla ?'lord Drad asked.
'He speaks the truth .'She said.
'Alright, well, continue then .'Lord Drad said.
She walked up to the practice area, and looked to the back of the bow scope. There was a sackful of watermellons at the end of the reach. Arla cast an undetermined hand to the earth, pulling up the energy, and wrapping it around her whole arm. She then threw it quickly at the watermellons, splattering them and bursting them unfold, in a red rain. Her eyes remained at the range the completely sentence.
Navan looked to her cast the spell, and made comment on her. 'She just cast an energy spell at it. It took them, and sent enough Energy into them to burst subject .'Arla saw the small chest in the center of the room, and knew she was to spread it. She pushed her fingerbreadth to the floor, and picked up a exigency of detritus, 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 vim from the air, and sent it into the curl hole. It froze up well, freezing the dust in property, she then knelt down, and used the magnificent power of the terra firma, to pull together her energy. She drew up a red zip, with a black tint to it. She cast it directly into the lock jam, breaking the ice into shatters, and snapping the lock off of it.
Navan explained to Lord Drad that she was using elemental get-up-and-go, which was a style of Wizardry that Worlocks used. He said that Magic that was pulled out of specific elements, and not out of object, or your own computer storage, then it was elemental trick. He said that rule Magic was generated by a store of Energy we have already in our bodies ... which are the simple, almost second mitt like spells, that we master in. Then, you have the spells that you have to determine, which you may or may not own enough energy to do out of your own supply. You may then determine an gain to point upon your spells, making them all more knock-down. A way of directly collecting energy right when you perform your piece. Now, the most difficult spells are ritual Magic, which most times, you will find Shamans specializing in. They draw their high amounts of required vigour right from their ritual. In fact, near of the operational parts of a rite are not the creating of the while, but the collecting of energy.
By the time Navan had explained the unlike character of thaumaturgy, lord Drad had seen his Slave destroy a small crate with a lilliputian bolt of zip the size of his quill feather .'I am a season Wizard, I know the styles and types .'Lord Drad told Navan.
'Oh, of course of study 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 lilliputian fellow, whom had spent metre beyond the William Henry Gates, into the relm of Sheogorath, which was named properly, the Shivering Isles. He was comfortably insane.
Arla went to the last object. She saw a ghost at the end of the chain, and knew it to be harmful, by its atmosphere. She threw a ball of flame down at it, and immediately sent another energy bolt after it. She started flinging out bolt of vitality from her arm, hitting the ghost one by one, weakening its aura. She then gathered DOE from the air about her, and flung a charged Energy Department deadbolt after the ghost, which was now advancing on her. It hit the wraith in its amphetamine region, and the spectre disappeared.
'She is a very skilled magician in demolition, and illusion I can differentiate. I wonder what else she can do in other Fields .'Navan kept remarking with matter like this every few minutes.
Arla then finished her demonstration and walked back to her Master, getting on her genu in full presentation. She kept her promontory down, and eyes lowered in obedience to her Master, and awaited for his decree. God Almighty Drad petted her head, as one would do a belittled kitten. 'You may stand, and keep abreast me, Arla .'
She got to her invertebrate foot, and stood a step behind lord Drad with her manpower behind her back, locked there in a business firm grip. She was still, and fix to serve God Almighty Drad, just as she was perfectly trained to do. Navan, knowing it was his skills that shaped Arla like that, glowed in pridefulness at his work being so well used.
'Ah, if you are all done, you will find our store up here, complete with everything a slave owner should have, for a very affordable Leontyne Price .'Navan said, leading them up some steps. They were then in a room full phase of the moon of hamper, cakehole, collars, leashes, ropes, mask, specialized clothes, and other assorted gear, all for maintaining a slave. 'Most of it is under ten amber per point .'Navan stated, as Lord Drad walked up one of the aisles.
Arla was a foot away from him, as though she were leashed. She kept her head up, but her heart down and on Lord Drad. She did look about the equipment some though. Lord Drad saw what looked like a length of ship chain. But it was a tercet. 'It 's for Orc hard worker .'Navan said, seeing the look Lord Drad gave. 'Only stuff that 'll apply 'em .'
Almighty Drad found two items that interested him. He found a collar, which had a peculiar iteration, for attaching leashes, ropes, and former thing such as that. He saw that the price was only 5 Septims for it, he grabbed it. He also liked the mask that was hanging up on a shelf. It was a masquerade Masque, and it had a distaff expression, with Negroid scratches all over it, as if her pale lily-white physical body was being ripped to let on the bloody red finger cymbals. And the masque portreyed very well.
Lord Drad looked at some ternary, and got one, just as an impulse particular. He also got her a humble blanket, in which she could wrap up in durring the day. Since she was small, she could curl up in a chair, and she could use that blanket now to hold warm.
Navan gave them a discount on both the reversial of enchantments, and for the goods he bought. 'As one Mage to a Wizard, you are a rare sight. Even for one whom studies conjuring trick, you are a rare ken to see. One that can go on that one as a hard worker, with her Magic untamed. That is why I had to sap it, she was a feisty one .'Navan said .'I congratulate you on your skills, master copy sorcerer !'
Lord Drad and Arla walked back to the ship little after dark, and went to their cabin. Lord Drad put down the collar and masque, and then had Arla set down the leash and her cover. She set them down on the chair right next to her.
'I am going to give the ordering to admiral Ply to make way to Seyda Neen low thing in the morning .'Her original told her, just before walking out the door. She was left to do with what she could.
She picked up the arrest, and triad, and put it gently on the table. She picked up her masquerade and also set it on the tabular array. Her blanket, she put on her usual chair, which was prominent, and very diffused. She could see herself curled up in that on low temperature days.
She sat in her chairwoman with her blanket, curled up, and reading her sheepskin that Jehovah Drad had written out for her. She wanted to larn as honest she could, and to take his will, and become inexorable in her duties would be the best thing 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 commence raining tonight .'He commented to her. 'We will be in for rasping weather tomorrow, and the future day as well, most likely. The Inner Sea, here on the West side of Vvardenfel, gets many leaping storms, and it will be a devilish drive back up to Solstheim. I made a rout back up the seacoast, but did not count on storms .'Lord Drad looked to the board, then noticed Arla at his knees, awaiting edict. He picked up the collar, and wrapped it gently around Arla 's neck, tightening it properly. He took the trey, and clasped it to the taking into custody, holding the handle side.
Arla awaited her overlord 's motility, for her to run, or otherwise. She remained on her stifle, at attention, for any signs from her Owner. Her headmaster finally yanked the trinity, pulling her to her metrical foot. She walked to her Master 's flank, and stood behind him, her hands put away behind her back in obedience to him.
'Walk with me, as we always do. I am going to get used to this leash, so we will have to try it out like this .'Her captain 's voice, she could tell, was set on this, wanting to learn a new art. She gladly smiled, and nodded her headspring, happy to see her Owner 's grin. 'The triplet, we will not be using so very a lot, but the pinch you are to keep on, being a symbol .'
Her schoolmaster walked about the Foreign Quarter of the city of Vivec with her, behind him and leashed. She kept her distance to a stair back from her captain, being the most practical of piazza to be at spot. She followed her Master 's every move with groovy tending to her master key 's needs.
Lord Drad went down into the Kwangchow 's many covered arena, where they were surrounded by shop class and stores, along with a number of people moving about the domain, in an indoors market. Lord Drad took this opportunity to look for cheap goods, to decorate his cabin a bit more. He had never really made it as a dwelling house, but now he knew he was going to make that send his perm manse. He picked up a bit of things, from a globe with a standstill, and a wall map of the many oceans and Seas. He also got an hr glass, along with a prissy calendar, made with the guided hands of Mages'gild uranologist. It all cost him around 100 Septims.
By ten at night, Arla and her original were just putting all his new ribbon into the agency, and setting them up. It was eleven at night when there were finally done with that, and onto the other task. 'What am I going to do about a craft, to micturate the trip up northward worth while. It 's not like me to go from one John R. Major city without leaving with payload to be taken to another metropolis .'Lord Drad said to himself, as he smoked his pipe, aloft in his president comfortably.
The night wore on with Godhead Drad in his chair, smoking his pipe, and drinking a small total of skooma in a cup of tea. It would be just enough to send him into a peaceful dreaming state. Arla was curled up in her professorship, now right next to Lord Drad 's, that way she could tend his pipe, and help oneself him fix his drinkable as he needed.
When the hour Methedrine emptied once more, they knew the hour to be one in the break of the day. Lord Drad gulped the survive of his tea, and then took off his cloak. Arla took it, and hung it up on the wheel, then came back to help her master to his sleeping accommodation.

To Dream of the Mist
overlord Drad laid in his bed, with Arla next to him, her tender body next to his. He saw into the sky, stars all about him, the mist incedibly slurred, but soft as pillows to touch. He reached out, and grabbed a small handful of the asterisk, the dust all over his fingertips now.
Arla saw him reach up and seize at the air in the cabin, but knew not what her professional was doing, or what he wanted to grab. She watched as he looked at his fingers, as if they had something in them. She knew her Master was drinking skooma, but had never seen the drug in event before. She only knew that hallucination were one of the many effects of it though.
Lord Drad went off into his individual dreams, only he felt them, he was in them. The mist about him turned to ash, and he was pulled into it. There, he saw the eyes of Dagoth Ur, the Satan of the good deal. He felt the ash then turn to a sprey from the sea, and hit him in the face harshly. The area about him became the deck of his ship, and he was sailing hard into the North, trying to keep themselves at a fasting pace. They could n't be running from the storm, for it was just a spring storm, and they were already in it. They must have been trying to outsail something else.
By the time Lord Drad had turned, another sprey hit him in the boldness, and the scene changed to a small podium in the Arcane University, in the Imperial urban center, with a row of stone judiciary curved about it. It was where his course of instruction for Summoning were usually taught. He sat at the soapbox, and he had a small gem at his workforce. He picked it up, and an aery serpant appeared near him, coiling up, and hissing at the croud. Lord Drad wispered to it, and it slithered away a few foundation, then proceded to eat itself, ass first. This was a distant retentiveness Lord Drad had, from when he showed the power one could have over an fauna 's will, when you use the power of phantasy, conjuration, and summoning. He was promoted in the Mages'club the day he made that presentment.
But the serpent then burst into another mist, this time shining red, with streaks of black and jaundiced bolting through them. Lord Drad searched, but all around him, the people of colour flashed in and out of huis head.
Arla watched from the side of the bed, as her original turned gently from side to side in his bed. His body, she noticed, was now covered in sweat, and his breath was getting shorter. She watched him mouth out some give-and-take, and then cast his handwriting about the dark air, but nothing after that.
God Almighty Drad started to once again see through the mist once more, to find that he was now in the imperial City, Waterfront dominion. He was behind the shoemaker's last theater of the street, and the fence was lit up by a blowtorch ... the blowtorch came from a man leaning against the clay household. He was of a slender build, lankey, and had a ready hand. For an Imperial, he was rather grandiloquent as well.
'Alright, I am Christophe, and I am the auger of the thief'Guild for the Waterfront, here in the imperial beard City .'The man said. Lord drad noticed the four former people standing there as well, all nodding their heads. 'You are all members of this guild, and can all get the same benefeits from it. Your independent theives, so go and steal things .'Christophe walked to the center of the group. 'You may all work in this metropolis together, without difference of opinion. All you need to do, is come here, to our local anesthetic guild student residence, where you will see maps, and you will also see bullitin plank. Use them. commemorate out what you are planning to slip ... just marking the house will claim it as your own, and if somebody else from this guild hits it before you, you take it up with one of the Guild Augers. That is how it works for major line of work. For pickpocketing and petty larceny crimes, you guys have fun ... .hell, if it does n't interfere with Major hits, you can even pickpocket each early. But no robbery on any other members. 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 flannel mullein illuminating his face brightly.
The great mullein then went out from the fart of the night, leaving Lord Drad in the dark. He could distinguish 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 night, the mist taking it from all around.
Lord Drad was at the ship 's Captain 's nest, giving out orders to steady the ship, keeping the twist from getting a hold of the sails and dragging them under the wafture. He got another sprayer of misty saltwater in his nerve, and he awoke. It was seven in the morning, by the wakeful coming from the drapery.
noble Drad awoke with Arla at his side, laying adjacent 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 vox ringing out social club to the men. His vociferation rang in his head, and Lord Drad knew that he was about to suffer a very gravelly day, because the skooma the Night before was a strong batch enough to create him pass into a Negroid rest.
Arla awoke as her sea captain 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 maestro had told her she may do every forenoon, with routine. She waited outside the lavatory as her Master occupied it, as she tapped her foot holding in her wimpers. She truly was like a little pet, as the slave Trainers had trained her. They made her a loyal pet to be sure.
Her master copy came out of the lavatory, and she walked in, doing her business sector quickly, and washing her face. The ship had an interesting pump arrangement, being fused with magic to keep it going. When she came out of the bathroom, her maestro was pulling on his sword belt, along with a shudder of pointer, and a bow, which was unstrung, but with the drawstring attached to it.
Arla started putting her dress on. She pulled over a shirt, made from cotton, and then a long sleeved shirt of fur, to keep warm. She put on a twosome of pants made of fur as well, to keep warm. She put her scarf of silk on, and came adjacent to her lord, kneeling following to him.
His lips spoke softly to her, as she heard him, she paid attention well. 'You need to tell admiral Ply to come to my office, which I will be in for the next few hours. He and I need to speak, and while we do, you are to remain unsounded, in the courner over here. You may draw in up in your mantle if you wish, but keep to your president .'She nodded her head in aknowledgement of his orders.
She left her maestro in his room, and she walked into the office of the cabin. Taking the cloak hung up, she swung it on and headed out the door to the deck. She walked about the deck quickly, having an agendum, and showing it in her apparent movement. full admiral Ply was on the Forth pack of cards, in the galley eating a immediate early breakfast when Arla approached him.
'Admiral Ply .'She said, standing before him.
'Yes, gentlewoman Arla .'He said, looking up from a meal of boar ham and testis.
'I was sent to secernate you to encounter my Master in his berth .'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 chomp from his food.
Arla walked back up the stairs to the deck, and into her Master 's cabin. He was sitting at his desk, with a stack of parchment in movement of him. He was adding up all the shipments, and all of the gilded spendings. He put it all into a pamphlet, and placed it in his desk. She knew he was busy, but not so meddling as to not want her to disrupt him with an update.
'Master, I have given the summons to Admiral Ply. Do you have any other orders for me, passkey ?'She said, kneeling at his slope. Her top dog remained bowed as her Master pat her gently, making her feel all the enjoyment she could ever imagine.
'Go into the chambers, and bring out a lowly pot of tea, for me and the admiral to drink while we begin our discussion .'He said, still petting her head. 'Bring out all the settings as well, and put it on a trey, we will postulate it there, and fix it ourselves .'
Arla glowed with a deep satisfaction, having her Master use her properly. She went into the bedroom, and began a pot to boil, and set up a tea pot with leafage tea, and prepared the cupful and spoons, setting them all on a trey, and putting a small cup of tea of milk and a small dish of sugar on the trey as well, then setting it up in the office. She waited while the tea began to roil, as her Master continued to go about his duties.
It was about noon when full admiral Ply knocked at Lord Drad 's bureau door. 'Enter, Admiral !'Lord Drad barked. The Admiral walked into the cabin, where Lord Drad 's office was located. Arla heard him enter, so she came into the office from the chambers.
admiral Ply was sitting in the professorship opposition of Lord Drad 's, and Arla 's chairwoman was just next to her maestro 's. She came in, and curled up in her blanket, her capitulum perked, listening to her professional and the Admiral speak, as a little kitten would do.
They spoke of their next moves, as Captains. Her Master told full admiral Ply that he would be operating a small ship built for coastal deliveries, and deal a short itinerary at kickoff, to get him used to commanding a ship of his own.
full admiral Ply thanked Godhead Drad when he heard the news. But her Master finished the subject by saying to him. 'But, this is of niggling importance, for we will not be there for another week, at least. What is important is finding a right speech from Seyda Neen to either New rock candy, or Winterhold. Even just to somewhere along the way from there .'
Admiral Ply snapped back to care. 'Well, Captain, there is always a chance that mortal in Ebonhart will now need some goods shipped, and you definitely want to take the West route .'
'Yes, and I heard that the grocery store there were doing well, raising their prices, meaning they are also gaining in trade good .'Her passkey added. 'We should be able to get something very quickly. Tell the crew to shit way to Ebonhart, when we see it. Also, while there, get the work party to all charter stocks of their weapon, the conditions, and the usefulness of them ... .if there is plenty need, we will resupply the unanimous work party with new weapons, and new equipment, all on the Drad merchandiser Co.'
'Yes, maitre d'hotel .'Admiral Ply said. 'And what about the memory board, shall they be filled with even Thomas More goods ?'
'No, we have enough to go us another week and a half, without any stops. We will seduce it with what we have, admiral Ply .'Her Master said .'I have just checked the inventory, and all is well. We will also throw some fish meshing into the water when we make it up northward a little bit. I heard Matshire run in schooling in the Inner Sea. We 'll possess our hands 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 comfortable, now wrapping into a diminished ball in her blanket, and snuggling herself. She was so cute, and she was sure her master copy thinking so as well. He looked over to her with a diffused smile every now and again, which made Arla 's little meat wash when he did.
The conversation between them ended with a rather interesting note. Her Master looked up to full admiral Ply, as he was getting up, and said to him. 'And where would you like to have a skooma night at, full admiral Ply ?'
admiral Ply looked with astonishment at his sea captain, whom was never heard of taking gaolbreak for a night, even to let the gang quietus, he always split them in two teddy, to still save time. With no answer from the rather shocked admiral Ply, God Almighty Drad snapped his fingerbreadth, so Admiral Ply would snap out of it. 'Or perhaps there need be any skooma for you, if you are already dreaming .'Her victor said jokingly to Admiral Ply with a express mirth voice. Arla giggled as she watched.
'Um, well, if you want to do it on country, I suggest not next to any John Major cities, case you know the crew is bound to have some rough ones .'Admiral Ply began, blushing now. 'And if you do it at sea, I would at least hold on to the Inner Sea, seeing as how you can survive a stuff shot in this water, if you have the ability to swim ; in the Sea of Ghosts, the temperature will turn you blue within two minutes. I would intimate going up to the western United States slice area, and making a small stop in Gnar Mok, which is not so big of a city. There, we will have just the right area, with just enough trouble around for the gang to get into .'
Arla could n't help but to giggle at his answer. Her passe-partout turned to her, and his center told her to stay quiet. She bowed her read/write head, then tucked her mouthpiece under the blankets, keeping snug and muted.
Her passkey spoke to Admiral Ply succeeding with a slight different shade, indicating that he was in a mood for a break. 'Admiral, we have l feeding bottle of skooma, each bottle with enough in it for two fixes .'His style was relaxed, sitting in his comfortable chair, his base propped on his desk. As Admiral Ply looked down at him, he listend well the words his police captain spoke. 'It is time that I start taking more lax deliveries. I am the Champion after all, and I have the right field to charter Sir Thomas More lax jobs if I wish. I happen to take the urgent contract bridge, because I am honorable at them, and I needed that excess fillip. But right now, I think we are going to just lease a sink month, where we just delight ourselves. Consider it a process vacation .'
Now the full admiral was surely dumbfounded. Lord Drad would never experience said that when the Admiral had start met him. But he kept his amazement to himself, and said. 'Yes, master, and we thank you, Sir .'With a very formal voice.
As she saw admiral Ply leave the room, Arla came and knelt side by side to her sea captain. He looked to her and was about to talk, but he kept shutting his mouth. He could not line up the Bible. Eventually, after a few minutes of thought, he simply leaned back in his desk and said. 'Pull out my pipe, Arla, and backpack it with that Sweet cherry leaf .'
Arla got up from her chair, yawning, then walked to the desk, where she put the foliage. She pulled out her Master 's organ pipe from her protrude, and then grabbed a pinch of red foliage from the bag. She sifted it, and ground it, then packed it firmly into his pipework for him. She set it to his lips, where he took it, then lit a catch, and let her Master drag it a while, before waving the match out, and discarding it in the ashtray upon her maestro 's desk.
Her Master shut his eyes, and drifted off into a dream. The effects of skooma ; it stays in your system, and continues to give you ambition and delusion until it is all filtered out of your stream. He held his piping to the side, and Arla picked it up before he dropped it. She worried for her skipper now, seeing that he was addicted to the substance. He had only had a undivided dose of it, and he was already coming down from the drug 's awful position effects.
Arla barred the doorway to the cabin, leaving them locked in privacy, so her sea captain could recover from his condition. She saw her master go through the wave of mighty nap. It was mighty powerful clobber, Arla knew, and her Master had taken quite a bit ... .is this how the whole crew going to be when they all drank it ?
Lord Drad 's mind became demented, and he saw the macrocosm through the eyes of a beast, an animal, quick to strike. He stared at the door, and saw the lock chamber. He looked to Arla, his slave, and he knew that they were good for the consequence. He then became neutral. His mind-set let him relax.
'Master, let me help oneself you get into bed .'She asked him.
Lord Drad knew that this was not natural skooma. It was infected with Moon gelt for sure. It could not be given to the crew, and could not be allowed to be spread. He was in a sedate country of mind, at the here and now, void of visual sensation and hallucination. He simply could think straight.
'Arla, listen to me. I am poisoned with lunation Sugar. The skooma was laced with it. It was not pattern skooma, and it will sicken the crew. You must incur me the potions box I carry in my room. I have to pander the medication used for recovering junkie. Fortunately, it is easy to prepare, needing only a few pinches of Ashsalts, a bit of the skooma itself, and some of my blood. It will show me how a lot I am in indigence to take by the semblance it turns when I add the ashsalts to it .'
Arla saw her Master was in his right brain now, and needed her help. She ran into his sleeping accommodation, and searched for his potions box, where he kept all of his postulate prick. She looked next to his bed, and following to the bathroom. She almost gave up when she spotted it sitting next to the weapons wrack. She grabbed it, and ran back into the office.
'Master, I have the potions box for you, and the rest of the skooma .'God Almighty Drad heard his slave say, from behind his professorship. He had her set up the alembic, and then the mortar and pounder, along with the former equipment. noble Drad put the small vial under very hot, clean flame coming from the burner of the potions set. He added ashsalts to the vial, then a bit of skooma from the bottle that he drank it from. He cut his little digit, and let the ancestry drip into the vial. It boiled quickly, and turned a bright pinko, and then murky red color, telling Lord Drad that he had more Moon Sugar in his arrangement than he had skooma. He had to take in a center amount of medication to balance the upshot of the lunar month cabbage.
Arla saw her Master 's pain, and could see she could do nothing to help him. He was in his own privet hell, and she had to hold it to herself, 50 the bunch see their maitre d' in such a state. When he was better, he would be able-bodied to pull out of this.
Godhead Drad mixed the chemicals, along with the ashes of taproot leafage. It would add in enough chemical substance to throw off a holdover. Creator Drad was good at potion fashioning, and knowing what effects balanced what. It was rather easy, he thought, if only his body was more equal to while he was like this.
After xv arcminute, the potion was done, sitting in a cooling ampule. Arla saw her Master down the vial in one drink. He then got up, and walked to his sleeping accommodation. He knew he had another five minute before they arrived in Seyda Neen. Arla knew her Master would be better then, but that he would need to have things ready to go then. She set to work cleaning up the potions box, putting it back where it was found, then setting her Master 's business office back into order of magnitude.
She saw her Master laying on his bed, with his weapons system stretched out wide, and his legs straight out. She could not help oneself but to go over to him, and get atop him, sitting on the back of his wooden leg. She leaned down and put her bridge player to his cervix, rubbing it gently, and firmly. She rubbed him all the way down his back, and over his costa, completely relaxing her original. She purred as she felt her skipper 's contented pant of air. She continued to rub him until she felt him strike to catch some Z's.
She went into the office, and pulled the tea trey back into the bedroom, where she began to heat more piss. She knew her Master would desire tea by this time, so she got to it before he woke up. He would also want something to eat. She pulled out a bit of the bristleback pith, and placed it over the ardor on a small grated grill. She pulled out a loaf of the unsliced bread, and cut off a few slices of it. She put them over the flames, near some coals, to take a crap them toast.
When Lord Drad awoke, he had tea next to him, still hot, and a shell of bristleback meat, eggs, goner with butter, and a small Syzygium aromaticum of ready garlic, to mix with his eggs. His slave had prepared his repast for him while he slept. He was more thankful than he could yet carry to her.
Arla watched her master key scarf down all of the nut within a few bites, using the toast and fork as a minor goop. She saw her repast, once a vauntingly home full of food, suit nothing in a issue of minutes, her Master 's hunger consuming it completely.
Her Master looked to her, and thanked her for making such a meal. 'Arla, I see you have been taking care of your professional, 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 instruction properly .'
Arla grabbed a few maps from her superior 's office, and pulled a table into the Chambers, next to Lord Drad 's bed. She watched as her lord wrote down particular focal point for his Admiral to emerge the crew. He gave accurate coordinates, and he marked on the map each guiding landmarks. She noticed that his pencil never stopped moving, always writing eminence and speaking, silently.
Her Master, after a while, got up and put on his jacket, then walked to the office staff, and pulled his cloak on. He went outside, and went to find full admiral Ply. He quickly located him at the bow of the ship, looking off into the aloofness.
'Admiral Ply !'Lord Drad said, patting him on his shoulder.
He turned. 'Yes, police chief .'
'We have a problem, and we need to get to Seyda Neen as quickly as possible .'master Drad said. Arla stood behind him, and kept silent. She knew he was in mastery of himself, and off of the drug 's influence.
'Yes, skipper, but what is the matter ?'full admiral Ply asked, worried now. 'You seem very shaken about this .'
'Come to my cabin, and we shall utter there .'Arla heard her passe-partout say. 'It has to do with out superfluous crate, so fall alone .'He whispered to Admiral Ply.
They then walked back to the cabin, where Arla sat straight up in her chair as her schoolmaster sat in his own chair. He took out a bag of mint candy leaf, and began to break it up, then pack it into his tube. He snapped his finger, and Arla knew to occur to him with a friction match, and light his pipe. She zipped it across her bang, and held the electrocution equal to light Lord Drad 's pipage, as he puffed on it hastily.
'Last night, I was brave enough to try a dose of that skooma that we got, in my tea. I put half of the feeding bottle in a whole tea pot, so I got a little bit per dose. It was adequate to make me exceed into a Joseph Black nap, Ply .'Her Master explained .'I did a trace check on it today, and found it to be laced with Moon wampum. I had to require an anti-venom, because my body was rejecting it so badly. This crate of skooma we carry is not to be used. It is unclean, and more sinewy than any on this ship can plow. The only ones I would feel good about selling this to is a Mage at the Imperial University looking for study exams .'
'But sir, who would be able to set up a contact like that ?'Admiral Ply asked .'I feel that the theives'gild here is rather low on business. And surely, the Theives'society in the imperial city would have such middleman, but when would we be able to get down there to swop it off ?'
'We will keep it on board ship, but we will not touch it. We are going to be in the main Skyrim Docks in a hebdomad or so now, and we will be there for quite a while. There, we will sell off the amber bars, and we will split it up .'Almighty Drad told admiral Ply. 'But there is also where you will be leaving my party. You will be in direction of the merchant course of study ship Weatherstride, and you will there opt your crew of 12 sailor boy from the main Skyrim position .'
Admiral Ply shook his pass, and thanked his maitre d'hotel for the packaging. 'It means a lot to me, headwaiter Drad. I have wanted my own ship for quite some meter now, and I thank that you have seen me as worthy of having one .'He praised.
'Just make indisputable you keep it in good consideration. It is a new ship, and will maneuver like one. break out it in a bit to get it in fiat. Find its wrick, and piss use of them .'Godhead Drad instructed. 'Also, you are getting the route from incus, Cyrodiil, to Bravil, Cyrodiil. I will find out what your deliveries will lie of, but you will get them there quickly, and be a regular merchandiser ship .'
'I understand Captain Drad .'
'Now, make sure to keep on the skooma a secret. Dismissed .'Lord Drad said. Admiral Ply left the cabin, and went about his duties. Arla then walked to her original, and knelt besides him .'I have no Order for you right now, Arla .'Her victor told her, rubbing her chin gently.
'May I study a few magic trick Koran, Master ?'She asked, her header bowed.
Her Master looked at her, and she peeked up at him with easy pleading oculus. She knew he would pass, and he did. 'Yes, and make sure you start with the lower levels. I want you to learn a descent amount of money of return magics, before you go into destruction, or mysticism thaumaturgy .'
She got up, and went to her Master 's depository library of arcane Christian Bible. She saw them to be filled with all sorts of keys to magical theories. She took as many bank bill as she could penetrate, and could comprehend, and looked up everything she could have dreamed. She knew her Master had half of the Arcane University 's stalked books, by the voluminosity of the library.
Her skipper sat alone in his office, drawing out plans to get to the Topal Sea, in southerly Cyrodiil She noticed about him now, that he did not use other the great unwashed'writing dick : he kept his own set, with a pencil, pen, and brush.
Arla knew after a few hr that they were pulling into the little docks of Seyda Neen. Her superior was going here maybe to tell the people that he had sold the skooma to not to trade it to anyone. She would follow him anywhere, so it hardly mattered, at this point.
Her Master walked into the sleeping accommodation, and sat in his bed for a few minute as Arla jotted down one last point, from her field of study before coming up to him and kneeling before him. 'Master, I am at your service .'
Her Master stood tall above her, and she could finger his regard upon her. 'You are going to be helping me this evening, Arla. I am going to call for you to admit a few matter for me, while I handle some line of work. I am going to sell off the rest of this skooma tonight, and I do not wish well to let the wholly work party know we are going to be selling it all off. I just need you to be my extra hands tonight, alright, Arla .'He told her.
She nodded her head, and smiled, waiting her labor. 'What may I do for now, master copy ?'She asked.
'Go to the secret grate in the floor, on the starting time pack of cards, and you will find the bag of skooma, convey it. Once it is here, go and get me the barroom of Au. We are going to have them melted down and made into actual septims, so we are not carrying around unmarked gold .'Her Master ordered. 'Then return, and we will get started on our patronage .'
Arla ran down to the first pack of cards, and into the gold cabinet, then under the rug. She pulled up the informal floor panel, and grabbed the bag of skooma bottles, along with the six bars of gold. She then replaced the flooring board and rug, making her way back up to her Master. The skooma was rather grave, for as light of a liquid state it was. She brung the skooma and gold up to her Master 's post, 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 delivery on the way to Winterhold .'Her Master told her. 'While here, we are going to sell the rest of this skooma to the local anesthetic thief, but at a higher price, considering what it is .'
Arla listened well to her captain 's voice .'I understand master ; just separate 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 pursue me, and be ready to hustle back to the ship somewhere around one and two in the cockcrow to get the skooma and gold .'Her maestro told her. She nodded her head word. 'And you will be needed of course, for random former little details .'
Her original then went into his storage locker and pulled out a manual of patronage. This one had only two proceedings in it, and was only on the first gear Sir Frederick Handley Page. It had the mountain between himself and Ralflod, marking the amount of skooma and amount of gold traded. It also had the gift of Arla, to Lord Drad. This book was obviously the black marketplace book that Divine 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 record book of my behaviour, even if they were illegal. So, from now on, all off the disc transactions we do, that is not done under contract bridge from Drad merchandiser Co., will be recorded in this Book from now on .'Her Master told her. The book he held was four in thick, and had a Black leather cover on it, not yet marked .'I am making it the replacement Captain 's Log, so we may have a complete disc 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 vulture workplace, on a few coastal islands. I will get a touch in the Thieves'Guild in Cyrodiil, and will then be able to argue off the items for a fair measure of profits .'
Arla nodded once more. She knew her Master was excited about this, and she was glad he was so. But she knew if he were to rant on, he would forget to let her at ease. 'Master, would it please you if I were at informality for the clock time being ?'She asked him, while he was puffing his pipe.
'Yes, of course, Arla .'He said. noble Drad walked around the desk, and pulled the maps back, and folded them up, clearing a small dowry of his desk. He then went about sorting out all of his report, and cleaning up his desk. When it was finally light of all excess parchments, he sat down in his hot seat, and puffed his piping more comfortably. 'Arla, go get a wine field glass out of my bedroom, please. And under my bed is a feeding bottle of Imperial city 's aged Iliac. It 's the best wine-coloured this face of Summerset isle. Bring two glasses in fact .'He told her.
Arla got out of her chair, and went into her Master 's chambers, gathering the two glasses, and the nursing bottle of red vino. She sat them on her master copy 's desk, and awaited boost 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 professorship as close to his as she could. Lord Drad poured her a ice of the dessert red wine, then some into his own glass. He opened the alternate Captain 's Log, and began to drop a line in it his unique cursive script.

We have gathered the endure fifty bottles of skooma, minus the one I drank from. I found, upon drinking a venereal infection of the drug, that it was heavily laced with the pulverise drug called 'Moon Sugar'. We are in Seyda Neen now, and are going to sell it at 30 septims a bottle at the topical anesthetic thief'Guild. We will pock the transaction properly in this ledger to show record of it.
Arla waited for her captain to deal the firstly sip of his wine, before she would even touch her crank. He set the sinister book aside, and took a sip from his glass. It was tasty, with just enough sweetness to balance out the intrinsic work savour of alcohol. Arla then took a sip of hers after her schoolmaster had sat down his glass.
'Look out the door there, and secernate me how close to being docked we are, Arla .'Lord Drad ordered her. She went to the door, and opened it. She peeked her header 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 Master dutifully .'I think it would be safe to unboard the ship now .'
Lord Drad walked to the threshold, and threw on his cloak. He then made his way off the deck of the ship and on the dock, where Arla took his arm and walked him down the street of Seyda Neen. They went all about the town, looking for random shop, and inns. They found the bulletin board in the town center had all the stores deliveries written on it. It turned out that the Imperial Scouts had three crates of equipment they needed sent to their scouts in Dagon Fel, where they were being trained. Lord Drad made his way to the offices, and spoke with the leading officer.
By the time all the details of the journey were worked out, it was well past ten at night. They were loading the ship with the shipment, as Lord Drad and Arla walked into the local inn, and ordered a potable, keeping a observation post for Ralflod. He was usually in this inn, Lord Drad was sure.
The shipment of the crates would fall out to 50 septims per crateful, a 300 Septim shipping charge, and from the Drad Merchant Co. nobleman Drad made another 100 septims, for his bonus. That made the trip worth 450 septims, plus an extra 100 for noble Drad.
Almighty Drad spotted Ralflod, and ordered an extra mead. 'Ralflod, I ca n't seem to remember where to buy those fence posts at, can you direct me ?'nobleman Drad said to him, handing him the drink .'I have some more than to go with now .'
Ralflod looked amazed at Lord Drad, along with his slave, Arla, on a leash and collar .'I ... I do. I can help ya .'He said, shaking off the cerebration. 'Make your way to the usual spot at around one tonight, and we will do job .'He then walked off in the tavern.
Lord Drad walked out of the inn, him holding the leash connected to Arla. He walked them back to the docks, and sat as his crew pulled the last of the three crate in the ship. They were immense, the size as a human being is tall, and as wide as a beach wagon. They were filled with prow, arrow, cloaks, and small daggers. All were stacked compactly, making them even heavier. Lord Drad noticed the ship sink in the water another foot, indicating how much 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 Captain 's Log the speech, pickup, and quantity for the transaction. He made sure everything was just right in computation, then placed it in the invoices.
At one in the morning, Arla and her Master walked quietly off of the ship, and made their way to the thief'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 paper bag down on the level. 'Well, what is it, Lord Drad ?'Ralflod asked.
´49 bottles of skooma, laced with Sun Myung Moon carbohydrate .'Lord Drad replied. 'It 's far too stiff for the crew of my ship to handle, and I am not going to maintain it around. If you can get hold Mages willing to postulate it, that would be preferable .'
Ralflod looked at the firing, and said. 'We have only a bit more revenue, so what are you thinking per bottle ?'
'30 septims per bottle, and if you do n't experience enough to extend that, give me what you have in atomic number 79, and cave in me a contact that I may fall in the Cyrodiil 's thief'Guild. I want a secure spot in the organization .'Arla heard her skipper mint with the petit larceny thief.
'I can do that. I can give you 500 septims for the skooma, and the eternal sleep can only be paid with information .'Ralflod said, keeping his eyes locked on the skooma.
'Then the skooma is yours, Ralflod, but under one Sir Thomas More condition only. I want you to anticipate me that you wont sell it to those you know ca n't do by 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'Guild, getting it into the right hand, in doing so. It 's simple ethics, as I am sure you can hold .'Lord Drad told him. 'Now, where can I get the gold parallel bars melted down into septims ? I no longer want gold legal community .'
'We can do that here, if you wish .'Ralflod said. 'We have the press here .'
'Good. And what of your touch with the Cyrodiil Thieves'guild ?'
'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. near of us refer to it simply as 'the gild'.'Ralflod said.
'Now, the skooma you will note, after testing, has a very in high spirits total of lunar month Sugar in it, not found in normal doses of skooma. That is why it is so potent .'noble Drad explained. 'If you would be so kind, however, as to please melt the gold bars, and whatever other gold barroom you are giving us in exchange for the skooma .'
'Of course .'Ralflod had his sycophant set to process on the kiln, getting the press fix to make septims for Creator Drad. The process took around 30 minutes, and they put all the coins into a pocket. God Almighty 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.
overlord Drad sat in his office, and divided up all the gold into sack, and setting them on his desk. He then barred his door, and walked into his chambers. Arla followed her headmaster, and helped him get his shoes and cloak off, then she pulled him into his bed, once he undressed.
Arla then pulled off her top, and got under the two well-to-do blankets, getting close to her Master as she could letting his heat energy flood her consistence. She threw her arm around him, and held him as they slept, the night wearing on peacefully. Lord Drad knew his striver felt for him, and it was an unuttered agreement, for she knew as well, that he cared about her.
Maker Drad awoke early, at around six in the morning, when the crew was just getting up. He walked out to the deck, to see the misty harbor before they pulled out. He drank a bit of tea as he stared out at the dark amniotic fluid. Arla lay asleep as her Master prowled the deck of cards.
Godhead Drad stood in the Captain 's nuzzle as his work party began getting the ship ready to navigate. Men about him started moving, pulling the sheet down, untying the lines, pulling up the anchor, and manning the oars. The ship pulled out of harbor at seven thirty that morn, the work party rowing to get them out to deeper sea. Almighty Drad felt the ship begin to affect, and walked back into his berth, where Arla was now putting on her cloak.
'Arla, we will be going to be in Winterhold within the next calendar week. You should gear up for a while in the urban center, 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 Merchant Co., so I can control it from Cyrodiil. I will buy a manor house or something in either Bravil or anvil .'
This was quite a Revelation of Saint John the Divine for her master to tell her, Arla thought. She knew that he was making large steps, on procuring his the three estates even more. She knew this was a John R. Major contribution to the Drad Merchant Co.
'So, you will need some becoming apparel ; something a ma'am would wear. I am a noble of the Imperium, and if you are my slave, you should be seen as one worth serving a Lord .'Arla listened closely to what her headmaster was telling her. 'You will buy a new press, in Skyrim. We are Nord, and will dress in our style, but our Lord fashion .'

Lord Drad sat in his part, May 1st, on the sorrel of Winterhold. He had a shipyard there, with a wax metre crew handling the storage warehouse, and a completely fleet at his instruction there. He wrote off orders and sent in bill, searching his desk for a stack of parchments that he needed to find.
Arla sat next to him, and helped him by gathering things here and there, being his extra set of hands. She knew her Master had to finish here quickly, because they were starting a new faction in Cyrodiil. She gave her table service wherever it could be used, trying her Best to help oneself her original finish his job.
When Almighty Drad finished with his paperwork, he called in one of his administrator from the warehouse. 'Mr. Argel, I have a task for you .'
'Yes, maitre d' Drad .'The man asked.
'I need you to find me an executive with the ability of taking over my dominion duties here .'He said. 'Mr. Argel, I need this done within a week .'
'I can spill to Harse Elohein about taking up the job. He was whom was in complaint of your responsibility, while you were away at sea, noble .'Mr. Argel said.
'Thank you, Mr. Argel, and do n't forget to render the workers a hike in salary, everyone in the warehouse gets another Septim per day, and the bunch of all ships get another two. Make sure the maitre d' of the fleet all receive a incentive of 20 septims per delivery. This will maintain our crowd and doer happy, while I am away for a spell .'
'Is there anything else I can help you with, nobleman Drad ?'Mr. Argel asked his employer.
'I am going to be setting up another camarilla of Drad merchandiser Co. in the south of Cyrodiil. I will need figure of attorney and the locations of desirable manor. I have a budget of 200'000 septims to go with, for a manor and state, and the Drad Merchant Co. will be able to pay for 45 % of whatever is bought to extend its bounds .'Lord Drad said in a hind end voice. '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, work me the names of attorney, and I will be happy with your service .'
'Yes, sire .'Mr. Argel said, then excused himself from the office.
Arla went to the modest kitchen stove, and poured her Master a cup of hot tea from the pot, then poured in a slight bit of milk, along with two spoons of sugar, just as he liked it. She brought it to him, and he took it with want. 'Thank you, dear pet .'He said.
It was around 1:45 in the afternoon when Almighty Drad left his office on the sorrel, and made his way back to his ship. He there pulled out a delicately selection of clothes. inkiness pants, a black shirt, with a very dark purple vest, along with a cloak of fur that was majestic.
He had Arla help pull off his wearing apparel, and redress him in the clothes he had picked out. He was a true Jehovah, just by his stature, and his military action reflected that. Arla saw the power her Master held now, with his fully Lordly attire upon him.
'Master, what is your desire ?'Arla asked him.
'Get gear up, we are going to select you shopping. We will go to my manor here, and highjack one of the lady servants there to help oneself you with shopping .'Her Master told her. Arla went to the closet, and pulled out a few apparel that could be passed as presentable in front of Noble troupe. She quickly got dressed under her Master 's sleepless eye.
Arla held her master 's arm as they made their way down the streets of Winterhold, which were now just coming out of their hoar. Godhead Drad had Arla follow him down to the hold out street in the metropolis, where he had his manor. They entered the cosy two level house, and made their way up to the room which Lord Drad had as his bedroom. He picked up a few matter, then walked into the kitchen, where Jestra, a maidservant, was dusting off a riposte.
'Jestra, we are going to postulate you to come shopping with us today .'Lord Drad said. 'My dear pet here ,'He jerked Arla 's leash just enough to show it. 'Is in need of a new wardrobe, and I am not the exact soul that is fit with handling that kind of thing. So, I am asking you to give us your companionship, and skills at that .'
Arla had a complete wardrobe by nightfall that night, with parasol and new cloak of silk. She was set now to look like a Lady of the Margaret Court. When they returned to the ship, Arla was instructed to put all her clothes in the closet, in a designated section.
Her Master began to wait at mathematical function, as she put away her wearing apparel. He charted out a track from Winterhold to anvil, to begin with. He figured that they would be there within a week and a one-half, so he pulled out a fresh sheet 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 set out setting up his business.
Back in his office, on the 2nd May, Mr. Argel brought him a folder of the paper he requested the day before, listing lawyers and manor house around the Anvil and Bravil orbit. Lord Drad looked through them, and made courses for each area, looking for an surface area perfect for his business.
Arla was there beside her Master once again. She was there as his extra set of hands, and she was also there to stay fresh him troupe within his work. 'Arla .'He said to her, after a spell of searching through the papers. 'Go convey me Admiral Ply, and secern him to meet me here .'
Arla disappeared into the warehouse, and onto the docks to observe full admiral Ply. Creator Drad continued to sign all the papers that he needed to, in parliamentary procedure to restrain 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 prepare our cabin in the ship for leaving. We will make way soon after sundown tonight .'Her Master told her. She got up and walked out of the office.
'Admiral Ply, I present to you the transport Weatherstride for you to command. You will be the Captain of that ship, and instead of the one which I mentioned to you before, your rout will be the one from New rock music, Solstheim, to Dagon Fel, Vvardenfel .'Godhead Drad said, his eyes looking into the astuteness of full admiral Ply 's. 'You will find oneself that you have a cabin already set up for your use, and an fresh maitre d'hotel 's Log. You are to navigate for New Rock in a mean solar day time, bringing with you twelve crowd fellow member of your own choice from the new phallus .'
admiral Ply looked to his police captain, and spoke. 'Thank you, police captain Drad. This means a neat sight to me .'
'I know it does, Captain Ply. 'He picked up a slice of parchment. 'Your remuneration will get 2'000 septims per month, which you will receive at New rock candy on the first of every calendar month. You will receive a fillip of 50 septims per completed delivery. Also, you will have a budget of 1'000 septims per week, to drop on your crew and the ship, and an additional 500 septims per week for supply and food .'He handed the parchment to sea captain Ply. 'Here is your delivery orders. Dismissed, chieftain Ply .'
noble Drad spent the eternal sleep of his night walking about the seaside of the urban center, Arla a footmark behind him. He watched the Sun go down over the spate, and the waves of the sea crash into the snow covered drop-off. noble Drad 's cloak flapped in the twist as they made their way back to the ship from the skirt of town.

Arla was in the shipyard situation, when she and her schoolmaster waited, as he called in another fellow member of the dock team. 'Mr. Shadd, are you at all companion with gravid frigates, and how to command one ?'He asked right away.
Mr. Shadd thought a patch, then spoke to his employer. 'Well, I have commanded a bottom from Vivec to Anvil before, so I think I could get by a frigate, Sir .'
'Well ! Welcome aboard the Winterwriter, you are now promoted to Admiral, and will be sailing in my watercraft as my for the first time partner and ship's officer. You shall be taking the Admiral 's stead for my ship .'Divine Drad explained. 'Your salary will be little less than a Captain 's, and you will find a cut of all deliveries, of row .'
'Thank you, noble Drad .'Mr. Shadd said, with excitement in his voice.
'We leave for anvil this very night, and the bunch is already make to make weigh .'Arla heard, as they walked out of the office, shutting all lamps down. 'So get your poppycock, and be on board the ship in an hour .'
Mr. Shadd ran to his small bunkhouse, and gathered his equipment, while Lord Drad and Arla walked to the ship, and made ready to leave port .'I think he will work out just exquisitely with this crew, Arla .'Jehovah Drad commented, as she put away her cloak.
'Indeed, he seems surely enough, my Maker .'She replied. He maestro brought her out on pack of cards with her III, and saw that the ship was ready to make its way out of port. All they were waiting on was commandant Shadd.
He quickly came running up the ship ramp, and the men loaded it up, untying the last lines. 'Give the command to arrive at way .'Lord Drad told his Commander.

Banquet at Sea

'Drop canvass ! shuffle way out of larboard !'Commander Shadd shouted, and the men hustled to get the sail down. Quickly, the ship was out to sea, and the sheet filled with hint. 'Disband oars, and start getting close on those sheet lines !'He shouted after they were out to sea, knowing they needed to snap the confidential information into the canvas, in purchase order to get the ship gliding at full speed.
Arla was hint by her master into the cabin, and they took off their cloaks there. She had her triad taken off, and hung up by the cabin threshold. Her master key then commanded her to come into the bed chambers.
She saw him waiting inside, with his shoe off, and stripping off his shirt. The fervidness was already crackling, so the way was very strong. Her Master then stripped off his drawers, leaving him in his shorts, made of cotton.
'Come, strip .'He ordered.
Arla made her way to the bed, and knelt before her Master. She then began unbuttoning her shirt, until her bare chest was showing. She pulled off her shirt, leaving the thin out wrapping of cloth around her firm breast, which were still quite unfilled out. She unwrapped her textile, and bared her tit, showing her to sustain plump nipples, with pink tips, her titty just about a fistful each. She got up, her head down, and unlaced her knickers, stripping them off quickly. Her silk underclothes covered her small dapple of red hair at her privates.
'Master, are you going to take me tonight ?'She asked, an inquisitive expression on her face, but not a fear.
'Continue, and we shall find out .'He replied. She pulled off her underwear, and placed them in the stilt of wearing apparel at her foundation. 'Now, go and make off the cabin door, then this one, and come to bed .'
She walked out the bedchamber, and into the office. Bolting the door to the cabin, she came to the sleeping accommodation door, and bolted that shut as well. Lord Drad was please to see her rose hip swaying as they did, waving her red hair about as she moved into the bed.
She got outside of the cover version, and knelt to her forehead at her Master 's groundwork .'I await your orders, lord .'She said.
'Get into the cover song, and sleep as you can .'Her master key ordered her. She did as she was told, getting into the bed next to where her headmaster would sleep. He pulled his feet into the bed, and pulled up the binding .'I have a small stack of kindling wood, next to the fire place to build the fervour up, and throw in a log, save it going this evening. Winterhold 's too cold to let it burn down'
'I understand, master copy .'She said, her arm wrapping about her lord 's side. He breathed out contently, and placed his handwriting over hers keeping it there.
'Goodnight, Arla .'
'Goodnight, Master .'

Arla got up before her passe-partout, on the 3rd of May, and got tea simmering. He was still sleeping in his bed, when it was done. Arla 's nude sculpture figure was fit, and she was beautiful as she worked. Her professional awoke to her setting the tea kettledrum on his desk, along with a slice of toast to go with it.
She came to him, and knelt on his bed, presenting herself .'I await orders, Lord .'
'Continue with what you were doing, Arla, and warn me when the tea is quick .'Lord Drad said, swinging his leg over the bed, and getting his pants on. 'Also, throw a pan on the fire, and I shall fry up an betimes breakfast for us .'
She went about her duties, as her passkey got dressed, and ready for the day out to sea. She set a pan on the fire, and poured the hot cups of tea, when the water began to seethe. lord Drad came over, when the pan was hot, and pulled out two slices of wild boar meat from the refrigerator, and put it into the pan, along with the best eggs he could find.
Arla watched as her passe-partout flipped the orchis. She got two home from a locker, and held it as her Master put the testis and meat on them. Lord Drad sat the pan down in the catchment basin sump, then sat the two plates of eggs and boar meat on the table.
He grabbed the boar pith between his fingerbreadth and gulped a few smidgin down. He then looked to Arla 's plate, and motioned for her to eat as well. She picked up the egg with the center, and ate it like a little sandwich. Her and her Master ate side by side, a repast that was cooked by him.
Lord Drad and Arla put their cloaks on, then she was fitted with her leash, before they walked out the cabin door. They saw that commanding officer Shadd, the Orc outset spouse, had the bunch on deck, all manning the canvas, getting a neat blow of wind in them. He had the ship under grand control, and he only needed directions and co-ordinate from Lord Drad, and he was all set.
'Good first light, senior pilot Drad .'He said, cheerily.
'Good first light, Commander .'Creator Drad replied, equally in soundly sprightliness. 'How is the steer going to pack us today ?'
'It 'll do us fine, Sir .'Shadd said with a smile. 'It 's been a while since I was in bearing of a ship like this, but I 'm getting the hang of it again. After thirty yr of soaring, I guess it will come back to me after a patch .'
Godhead Drad was amazed at the Orc 's experience. 'Well, keep us heading for Anvil, and we will fair just okay, commandant. 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 paper. I 'll sustain it on your desk, in the office. You 'll receive one daily from me .'
'Well, thank you, Commander .'Lord Drad said, sword lily of his efficiency. 'And make sure to include social club, and commands you give to the crew, and for what purposes. I wish it to all be full moon detailed .'
'As you command, sea captain Drad .'He said happily. He then returned to commanding the crew. Lord Drad and Arla walked around the deck, checking the lines, and making their unit of ammunition about the area, for a short walk together, always with Arla the leash length behind her original.
'We will be in Anvil in a calendar week and a half, or so .'Her Master 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 plot of demesne as Drad kingdom, making me a Jehovah of these parts as well, and giving me good enough bargaining top executive. You will be comfortable enough in our little setup .'
'I thank you, headmaster .'Arla replied, making her way down the stone's throw along her master copy.
'You will feature to find out how to accost the Courts, for a lot of our life in the next few months is going to be spent there .'He continued. 'We will be getting acres Grant, 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 Court, and manor. I will have to set up a sodding county, if I am to accept the way I wish it to be .'
Arla knew her skipper had big plans for the new lands, and that he meant to go through with what he was saying. But she also knew he would have to talk to the Saturnia pavonia himself about that, and not to same Noble of a county. They needed Royalty for this contract.
'After buying a low manor house in anvil, I will hit my way East, and find some land that is unclaimed. I heard much of the plantation is, for the fact that the Unicorns there attack many of the people whom travel there .'Maker Drad Plotted. 'All I will have to do is prove to Emperor Septim that I can make the Unicorns tamed, or have them relocated in a safer piazza, and the county can be made into a sort section, along with new modest town just at the border of the urban center, increasing patronage and economy .'
They were at the bottom deck of cards when master Drad ended his diagram aloud. He then pulled out some lambskin, and counted all the crate, which came up to five, all of them equipment crate, for the building of the warehouse. He made a list of them all, their weights, just as he always did, then went back up to his post, Arla at his heels.
He sat in his chair, and noticed the Commander 's reputation atop his desk, just as promised. He looked through it, and noticed with child details he cared much about. He hated to say it, but Commander Shadd was much better than admiral Ply ever was, and the commandant said he was still a bit rusty at his job as well. Arla as well, saw the difference in style between the two Officers.
God Almighty Drad saw in the report that the frigidity weather would slow them up a day and a half, so he was making preparations for it by sailing the crowd through the nights, while in calm Ethel Waters, and having them row when the farting is down. He also marked that the Fish were jumping all along their rout, and now would be the proper home to throw off nets in, if they were not in such a precipitation to pee-pee it to Anvil.
noble Drad set the write up down, and calculated the different choice. He had enough food for thought to live on a week and a half, until they got to Anvil, where they would be docked for quite a long time. But, if they stopped of a few 60 minutes out of each day, they could catch enough Pisces the Fishes in the nets, to make up for the prison term in food for the crew, and still have enough to sell a secure 200 lbs when they got to the incus Fish grocery. In the end, Lord Drad pushed a seal on a parchment, and put it in his skipper 's Log, stating that he was indeed making fishing stops.
'Arla, go tell commanding officer Shadd to get here, please .'Arla got out of her chair, and walked to the doorway, putting her cloak on and leaving. God Almighty Drad continued to write in his senior pilot 's Log, when Arla returned.
She came over to her skipper, and knelt before him .'I present to you, commandant Shadd, Master .'She said. 'What orders do you have for me, skipper ?'
Addressing his slave first, he motioned her to get on her chair. He then looked to Commander Shadd. 'Alright, we will make a few hours cease every day, and cast nets in. If we catch more than 30 lbs in that first day, we will continue that trend. We will reach up for in solid food and trade what we loose in fourth dimension. So, startle now, and have the crew throw as many profits in as you can .'He looked to his maps then, and marked a small path. 'Have them take this rout .'He showed the commanding officer the sign, and where the fish were supposed to be running.
The commander nodded, and spoke happily to his Captain. 'Aye, it shall be done, master. Is there any former orders you have for me, Sire ?'
Almighty Drad got up from his desk. 'Once the nets are down, go to the cookhouse, and have them groom for a fish banquet tonight, which the unit crew shall partake in on pack of cards .'
'I 'll get right on it, lord .'The Commander said, then left the cabin.
Arla stayed curled up in her chair, awaiting for her headmaster 's orders. He came up to her, and told her to take off her cloak, the solely affair she had on. He walked over, and barred the door to the cabin, then made his way back.
'When I am the only one in these way, and that door is barred, you are to be nude .'He said, standing over her .'I am a lecherous man, and will see your build, Arla .'
She blushed, and her buttock turned red as her hair .'I understand, original .'She spread her legs a bit, to establish him an enticing sentiment of her red fuzz.
'Now, in my room, go and fetch me my cane. And my pipework as well .'He said, sitting back in his president. She returned with the detail 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 brand blade forged into a twisting off handle. It was made for short thrusting and slices, and was not very ponderous at all. self defense in closing curtain quartern was what it was mainly used for. Almighty Drad loved his cane.
Arla finished packing her captain 's pipe, and then placed it to his backtalk, lighting a match for him. As he puffed at it, she held it for him, until he nodded that he was done with it. She held it in her hands, snuffing the bowl of it with the lid.
'Now, on this journey, I am going to train you. Commander Shadd has the gang and sailing under control condition, and I am in need to cultivate you to custom fit my will .'Her skipper said, as she knelt before him with his organ pipe .'I will have time to show you my particular procedure, and enough sentence to correct you all the sentence. You will see me get stricter on you, but for the skillful in the long run .'
'Master, I understand. It is what needs to be done, Sire .'She said, with nothing but respect in her articulation.
'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 Indian file, so he could legibly understand what he was doing. Eventually, when he went through them, he found a lawyer perfect for his job. Erik Privell, a Breton from the Imperial metropolis, who specializes in business organisation and real the three estates. He also found a desirable manor house in incus for sale.
'Master, may I go to the lavatory ?'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 listing with his pen, sorting through them all with maintenance, looking for the substantially deal out of them. He made up his mind on the manor, and marked it with a chit on it.
'Arla, you are going to take a horse, as am I, when we get to Anvil .'God Almighty Drad said, almost to himself, as Arla returned from the chambers .'I should have had that looked up as well, when we were back in Winterhold .'
As Lord Drad spoke, they could feel the ship slowing down, the Commander now taking the few hours to fish. But nobleman Drad continued at his piece of work, as the moving ridge now made the ship rock back and forth. He began searching through his Scripture, which kept his bank proportionality and question in it.
'Okay .'He said, flipping the pageboy .'I have 200'000 septims to work on with in my bank. I have that to spend on gaining a county here in Cyrodiil, and maintaining it. I have another 4'000 septims coming in the starting time of next month, along with the 4'900 septims from this calendar month. I wont be getting any to a greater extent delivery bonuses any time soon, so 4'000 septims per month is all we will get to construct the warehouse off of. Which, if we use money we already have saved, it can be built within a month, and then the county lands can be taken care of with reach income .'He thought to himself out loud.
Arla sat in her chair, intently watching her Master oeuvre. Lord Drad felt her optic upon him, so he looked to her and said. 'In my elbow room, in the left actor's assistant, is an ocarina, and a Sung volume. Go and take it out, Arla .'
He put his human face back into his book then, until she returned at his feet, knelt with the ocarina and Good Book in her hand. 'Now, sit, and play a melody to me. It is the easiest thing in the world to play .'
Arla sat, and put the book of account in her lap, putting the flute to her lips, and blowing into it, creating a naturalistic speech sound, and fiddling with the keys. Eventually, she learned the kettle of fish, and played many vocal from out of the book, as her passe-partout worked. She entertained him quite nicely.
After the Koran were straight, Divine 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 ternion. Her and her skipper walked external on deck.
The work party all had a net per pair, and were launching them out, and pulling them in constantly, trying for a fair catch. The bounty was n't exceeding, but the few Pisces the Fishes pulled in every flip was better than goose egg at all in their nets. commandant Shadd even had a net to himself, pitching it off of the bow of the ship. 'How is the fishing, commandant ?'Asked lord Drad, with a smile.
The Commander smiled back, and in his late Orc voice, roared over the crashing waving. 'Oh Captain, its going just fine. We have caught already 50 Sudanese pound of blue opals, and some sea crab as well !'
Godhead Drad stood affect. 'Yes, every day, at around this clip, for three 60 minutes, set anchor, and cast in the nets. remain that trend until you fetch below 30 Cypriot pound. With that equation, we are looking at about 350 Lebanese pound of Fish. We will eat a good 100 of that on the way, saving the salted inwardness for a later escort. That will impart us with 250 punt to trade, which we will get anvil market terms on that .'He explained to himself.
The Orc looked at his grinning, loving the spread out seas. 'Yes, captain Drad, we shall fair that wellspring, I feel .'He barked. 'But where are we going to store it ; Fish demand to be kept fresh .'
Lord Drad thought about that. 'We 're going to seal off a share of the downhearted deck, and put them in make-do frigidness rooms. There is plenty of ice we will be hitting to hold back them cold until we reach Anvil to sell them .'Godhead Drad said. 'In fact, have ten men get to that right wing now, commanding officer .'
As they made their way down to the twenty-five percent pack of cards up, they heard the Orc 's loud booming phonation bellowing out fiat to a few crew member. Arla and her Master sat down in a comfortable chairperson in the park room, having a cup of hot tea together.
'When the bunch have gotten used to the new style of the Commander, I feel this ship will be good ran than even my founder 's old merchandiser ship, back when Drad merchandiser Co. was first founded .'Her victor commented. 'Commander Shadd was the practiced move I have made for this ship, so far .'
'Master, when we arrive in anvil, and begin our official tariff, what is to turn 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 calendar month or Thomas More, and the work party will be commissioned as workers, for the new shipyard. I will release air force officer Shadd especial edict, when I am made Jehovah and Count, over the new county of Dresden, making him a horse of the territory as well .'
Arla nodded, lighting her Master 's organ pipe for him. 'And will he be happy on the land ?'
'He was on the Edwin Herbert Land as an post executive for a good two geezerhood, before he landed this job .'Lord Drad replied, after finishing his pouffe. 'He will take in it another couple of months, I am sure. He will be back out on the sea as soon as the first ship comes in for a trade wind. I will delegacy him as a back up Captain, to injure ships, and he can also be used as a fishing sea captain, on small trolley ships .'
'I see, skipper .'Arla said, now letting her original blow his pipe once more. She pulled it away when he was finished, and was given the decree to snuff it.
'The only thing is, getting up to the Imperial metropolis to forge things out with Emperor Septim .'Her Master continued. 'We will have to buy the manor in anvil the world-class day we arrive, make our place there, then the next day go to the Imperial City, to commission the lawyer, and begin the secret plan of our lands .'
There was a commotion at the top of the steps, and Maker Drad went to inquire. 'What 's going on ?'He shouted to the top.
He heard commandant Shadd 's voice. 'We got ourselves a Pyr Shark, and its a big one too. We need to get it below deck quickly, Captain !'There was another clunk, and then a yell from a work party member. 'He is slithering all around, Sir .'
Pyr sharks are no match in the water, at home in even the stale waters in Tamriel. They produce an energy attack through the sting on their heads, which sends a concentrated shock wave through the body of water and can shoot down even a bulky human being from 6 ft. away. They were found to be nearing extinction, and since they keep the levels of butchery fish down, which eat most other edible Pisces, they are often needed in Tamriel 's waters.
'Commander !'Lord Drad yelled at Shadd. 'That is illegal to sustain aboard this ship, and if were were caught by the imperial Navy, we would be fined a hefty little fee. So get it off the pack of cards, NOW !'
Commander Shadd wasted no time. 'You heard him, feller. Toss it !'Lord Drad heard the splash, and then the men cheering. 'Alright boys, man sails, and I need the other half of ya to get these fish down into the cargo cargo area, in the stipulate container !'Came the air force officer 's voice again.
Lord Drad finished his tea, then he and Arla went to the top deck of cards, where the death 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 base on balls, being able to express she was owned by a Lord.
They went then to the maitre d'hotel 's nest, which was now covered, due to Commander Shadd 's orders, making it a proper bridge of the ship. It was covered in a wooden cabin, with exculpate drinking glass Windows on each side of meat, and the steering wheel in the middle. There were also desks and drawer.
The commandant made his way to the bridge, and smiled .'I had the boys fix this up last night. We figured that it would get colder in the Polar Sea, and we ca n't have our master freezing on us at the rack, forefather .'He roared. 'Hope you are not disappointed in my mentation, headwaiter .'
'No, No !'Said nobleman Drad to the Commander with a grinning .'I am grateful. I am glad of your thinking, commandant Shadd .'
The Orc smiled extensive. He was certainly at home on the ship, being with child enough for him to love commanding. Even his bowel movement were that of a new Elf, compared to a lot of Orcs, showing he was gaining fatigue on the tripper.
'Commander, the shark you pulled up .'Lord Drad began. 'Next clock time you catch one, what you need to do is slay it on pack of cards, below the railing, and gut it. Get the skin, eyes, and all useful and valuable pieces you can, then shove it off deck. direct all the evidence, and toss it in chests, which we have plenty of in our holds. flip it in the cargo hold, and I will adjudicate what to do with it from there .'
'Aye, maitre d' .'He barked. 'It 'll be done .'
nobleman Drad then manned the wheel, as Arla stood behind him. She noticed that the underdrawers were all nicely finished. They were perfectly in order. This was, she noticed, the hand craftsmanship of an Orc. She then realized that all the cabinets and such were done by air force officer Shadd himself, not a crew appendage.
'Arla, go into my cabin, and fetch me the mathematical function of the Sea of Ghosts .'Her Master ordered. She ran to get it, returning within minutes. 'Now, go to the chambers, and await me there .'She again took off.
Almighty Drad plotted a course of instruction on the function, marking them with string, so the commandant knew which routs to follow for the nighttime. He then set the bike right where it was, and made his way back to his cabin, where he barred the doorway, and took off his cloak. It was toasty warm in there, considering Arla must be keeping the blast going.
That was another thing he had not thought of. Wood, for the fires of the ship. He had not checked supply for over a calendar month, seeing as how the admiral had always taken forethought of that aspect. But whether commandant Shadd knew of it, Drad could not guess..
When he entered his chamber, Maker Drad looked to his fireplace, and the amount of money of Wood next to it. He saw that it had another week of woodwind, then it would be depleted. His mind was soon turned to Arla, whom was naked upon his bed, her legs crossed and her aspect blushed.
'Arla, occur .'Lord Drad told her. She got off of the bed, and crawled to her professional, as a fiddling kitten. He put his helping hand out, and she licked it gently for its salt. She then licked it again. Lord Drad put a little treat in his hand, and let her lick it up. 'Get into the bed, my precious pet .'He said.
Arla did as her Master told her to, crawling into the covers, and wrapping up tightly in them. Jehovah Drad unlaced his trouser, and undid his bash, taking them off, then his shirt as well. He climbed into the bed with his slave, and held onto her with soundness. He put his total body on hers, sucking to her very tightly.
Arla turned in his grip, and held onto him as well, then kissing his lips tenderly. He returned her buss softly, gentle as he could be with her. She then rubbed from his chest down, slowly caressing him, slowly teasing him.
She got on her back for him, and spread her branch, waiting her Master to climb on her, and bring her as he had all rights to. He was her victor, and she was to be used as he saw fit. Her was on top of her before she knew it, and his hands groping at her breasts harshly, squeezing them house and tight in his fingerbreadth. She giggled, and he began to suck on one, then the other.
She purred as he began to figure out at her stomach, and down further, to her diffused mound. She moaned as her master key pleased her. She softly cried aloud, and tightened her legs up around him, keeping him there.
Her Master broke free from her peg, and crawled up her venter, until he was lined up with her. He then penetrated her slowly, feeling himself go into her : the gentle walls of her tight to the touch, and wet as a rainfall. She moaned lightly at first, then it turned to a slight cry as her Master pushed more, through her Hymen, breaking her open air. He then slowly made love to her, as the ship rocked back and forth.

lord Drad lay in bed smoking his pipage, and watching the Sun go way down in the windows. He puffed at the sweet leaf that was from Black Ngaio Marsh. He felt Arla 's manpower 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 hurly burly, and began to get dressed as well, following her Master to be of service. They both remained tacit, as they quickly dressed themselves.
'Commander Shadd !'lord Drad yelled out. The Orc could be seen in the distance coming up the deck.
'Yes, maitre d'hotel !'He boomed his voice, still loud from ten feet away.
'Get the deck cleared off, commanding officer. We are going to set up our banquet .'Lord Drad said to him, now within a few animal foot of him. 'Have the barrels on deck set up in a line of business, and then place some boards on them, a makeshift table. Have the kitchen bunch set up vino ewer, and chalice, and all the junket place setting. I will return in an hr to agree the progress, then get down with helping the cooks .'
'I 'll get on it, Captain .'Shadd said happily as always.
Arla made her way out of the cabin, and to her overlord, who was now on the bow of the ship. She noticed the crew moving barrels and such in a seam in the nerve centre of the deck, setting up chairwoman. She knelt down before her sea captain, at his side .'I await your orders, Master .'She said calmly.
'Just follow, Arla .'He said .'I am going into the kitchen in a little bit, to help organise the feast tonight. You will be my extra hands in there .'
'I understand, Master .'She replied, looking out into the great sea. Her cloak was warm, and cold air cruised by her cloak, chilling her cheeks, making them cherry red.
Her professional looked at her bod, up and down, searching as he may. He studied her intently, for every air, coloring, and wave in her skin and figure. He saw his slave was beautiful, and that she was a booty beyond his wants, beyond his needs. She was a gift, he thought.
'Arla, as you may eff, I am a Lord, and soon to be not only the count of Winterhold, but of Dresden as well, which will be a new county, between Bravil and anvil, and just North of Bravil as well, taking the Grove and some of the Heartland of Cyrodiil. This will have you the slave to a Almighty, a numeration, and a merchandiser. You will learn how to accost each of my deed, and how to properly act with each statute title, when it is in blank space .'Her Master told her as he now leaned over the bow of the ship, looking at the waves being sliced through by the belly of it.
'Yes, maestro, I shall do my ripe to learn .'She told him, holding on to him by his cloak, to pass water certainly he did not go down.
'Arla, I have been at sea since I was thirteen ; I am not going to light .'He commented. She released his cloak. 'But thank you ... it shows that you care .'He added, as he turned and began his walk to the kitchen deck.
She walked right behind her Master as they went into the kitchen, where all the cook crew were moving about this way and that, preparing and cooking for the night 's meal. Her Master walked down the row, and they all moved from his way. He walked to the very back of the pack of cards, and took his cloak off in the small room for the cooks. Arla took hers off as well.
'I am going to take your leash off, because once we get to cookery, we will not ingest way for it, and you will need to be quick as you can on your fundament in there .'Her original 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 trusted to time of year them, but not too much .'He suggested. 'The impertinence of them will make them perfect as is, really, only needing to add a few spicery .'He made a circle of the kitchen, correcting footling thing here and there, and cooking a few minor looker. He showed them a few things as well, like how to cook the fish without it burning before it is done. 'You bake it first, to cook the middle, then you fry it, browning the outside perfectly .'
Arla stayed the right way behind her Master, for she knew that to be the property she was least in the way. He made his way to the sauces, where he replaced a humble crew member on that tariff .'I love sauces .'He told Arla. 'When it comes to angle, only a few are just right, and more than many are just not compatible. These sauces are to go on the potatoes and rice, not the fish. Only one matter will go on the Pisces the Fishes, and that is maybe some vino, or some ale, just for measure .'He added a bit of basil to the sauce, then went about doing former respective matter. He got all the sauces to a boil, and kept them broiling for a few minute of arc, before he pointed to a push-down stack of pans. 'Go get three of them, Arla .'He said quickly.
It was as if she had bounced as he gave his bid, for she weaved to the pile, and elegantly pulled out three, then made her swift coming back, without bumping one crewman. She handed them to her schoolmaster with a bow of her heading. He took them, and filled each with a unlike sauce. He then put the used pots into the dish terzetto.
'The sauces are fix, just keep them cold for another hour, then serve them with the Irish potato and Elmer Reizenstein when they go out. But heat it back up, of course of instruction .'He shouted to the chef .'I am going to broil the Pisces the Fishes, you get on slicing potatoes and preparing them for being fried .'
They were in the kitchen for a good two hours, before Lord Drad finally went above deck, and got some fresh air. 'Arla, it is a howling, but cold Nox. We are going to be imbibing, and the crew may get rowdy .'He said, as he leaned over the railing. 'If you are in any way bothered by one of the gang, then you come notice me, and stick with me. I do not want anything going legal injury this night. We have a decent meal about to be brought up, and we have fifty-three people that are going to be sharing a mesa, along with their ale .'
'I understand, skipper .'She said. 'May I have my 3 back on, skipper ?'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 school principal the war helmet, with the antlers of a cervid in it as horns. His brand was then strapped to his side ; not his usual cavalry sword, but a huge claymore, fit for the hands of a enured Knight.
Arla helped her master put the sword on, and toss his cloak over himself. She then pulled out his tobacco pipe and packed it then, so after diner, she could already have it prepare for him to smoke, knowing her master copy would need it. He was rather predictable when it came to that.
'Keep this on you all night .'He gave her a short sword, which militia used as position arms. 'Strap it to your slope, under your cloak, and keep on it miserly. The crew will make tossed back a few ales before the Night is old .'
Arla strapped the blade to a belt, and laced it under her cloak, as her Master told her to do. She then pulled her vest closer to her, for fondness. Her master took clench of the leash, when she got it on, and tugged her, leading them to the deck of cards once more.
They came up, and Jehovah Drad sat at the head of the mesa, with Arla at his left. Commander Shadd was granted the opposition head of the mesa. When most of the crew had taken their posterior, the kitchen crew came up and placed the disc of food down upon the mesa, covered with lids.
They sat down in their space, then awaited in muteness for their captain to consider the first bite, and signal the eternal rest to eat. Arla saw her Master, as he cut into the first insect bite of Fish ; crispy and tardily to cut. He put the tasty centre to his brim, and ate of it. He closed his eyes, and tasted all the flavors of it, before swallowing.
The crowd then began to junket, grabbing this and that, adding it to their crustal plate. Arla fixed herself a plate, then waited for her lord 's signaling, which came as soon as she had filled her goblet with wine. She began eating, letting the taste perception of the food carry her away.
noble Drad spoke with the new admiral of the ship, whom was to his right field, and got acquainted with him. His epithet was cleaver Villies, from the Imperial City. Lord Drad also found that he was a veteran at the sea, and that was why he worked so well with Commander Shadd. 'Him and I are two alike, so we work well together, having the Saami logic set .'full admiral Villies explained to his skipper.
The Night was clear, as the gang all dined on the deck of cards of the ship, the assuredness conditions upon them, as they dove into the solid food with fervor. When all was finished, the kitchen crew cleaned up the table, and brung out a afters of fresh electrocute Nord squid, which where a few caught in the nets.
The crew liked them, popping the fry delectation into their backtalk quickly, one after another, until they were completely finished. The salty delicacy satisfied their stomachs, and their minds were now in need of amusement .'A fiddle and flute glass is needed .'Said one penis of the glide crew. 'And a luting as well would do nicely .'
noble Drad could tell it was going to be a long night from there, hearing another member down the table say .'I have a luting in my bench chest !'He heard another speak .'I know how to work the violin, but alas I have not one here .'
The table erupted into yakety-yak about what legal document were needed, and what they could use. Lord Drad decided to have a bit of fun now .'I have an ocarina, which is close plenty to a flute, lads !'He spoke aloud. 'Now someone get that man a violin, there is one on this ship SOMEwhere .'
The work party scurried to get their official document, and find the fiddle. Arla sat in her chair, having not been yet told to get up. Her Master stepped away from the mesa, and made his way into the cabin, where he remained a few bit. He then came out carrying a drear ocarina in his paw, small and pretty.
He sat at the bow of the ship and awaited the other people. Soon, the man returned with his luting, sitting on the rail and tuning the guitar like instrument. A few members of the crew returned, just sitting on the tabular array and chairwoman. At last, one member came up with a violin in his hands. 'Found it in the old press, on the third deck, Captain .'He said, a smile on his human face.
'My gens is Sask Andril, and I am the man for the violin .'Said a plump fellow member of the work party .'I have been playing since I was a wee one spinal column in New tilt .'He said, taking the instrument, and pulling the bow across the strings in a bird of audio.
Lord Drad began with a low, hanker banker's bill, and the rest joined him, creating a rhythm and beatnik. They went on for seemingly a few hours, occasionally stopping for breath and ale. Arla sat in her chairperson and listened to her lord play, and the notes he used for each song. She was talented for picking out melodic line.
When the medicine stopped, Lord Drad put up his sweet potato, and sat at his tail end once more, the gang dispersing below deck one by one. He was amazed that they got off the deck without a fight or an literary argument one. He was pleased how they handled their alcoholic beverage.
'Arla, we are going to postulate a humble walk about the ship, then go to bed, alright .'Lord Drad told his slave, whom was now curled up in her death chair, her cloak about her as fur. She got up, and went right into her passe-partout 's arms, holding him for that warmth, and consolation. She only let go when he started moving forward. 'When you get in bed tonight, make sure to put Natalie Wood on the fervor first ... We will take it for tonight. We are getting closer to the Pole, so the weather will now begin to get dusty than you have ever felt before .'
Arla was lead to the bottom of the ship, where the wave ejected by the ship could be seen in the moonlight. She was amazed to see a Wave channel about the book binding of the ship half the size of the ships own stature. She loved how the ship moved about the seas, and the way it sailed gently, yet rocking all the same.
'We will be in anvil within this week, Arla .'Her maestro told her as they walked now to the front of the ship, seeing the rapid bowel movement of the ship through the piddle. 'Are you ready to suit a Lady of the motor inn ?'He asked.
Arla looked to her passkey, and said with confidence. 'Master, I shall do as I can to please you. If it pleases you, I am ready, my Lord .'
Maker Drad stopped walking after they were at the table once more. He looked up, to the moonlight, and then to his slave. 'You 're special, Arla, I promise .'
The fire was lit sceptre hot soon after they returned to Lord Drad 's chambers. He quickly got out of his cloak, and put on something thicker under it, then slipped it back on until the fire heated the room more. Arla stayed in her cloak, until the fire was at a regular roar, with wood stacked to its top.
It took a few moment, but eventually, the quiver in the air was gone, and Arla could take off her cloak. Her overlord took his off, and she grabbed it, to give ear them both on the rack in the situation. She then came back, and stoked the ardor, opening up air in it, and more fire. It was soon toasty warm in the cabin, enough for Godhead Drad to strip and get into his bed.
Arla was not supposed to be in her dress anyways, and quickly got out of them, before her Master caught her with it. She then came to the bed and knelt before it. 'Master, may I come into your bed ?'She asked obediently.
He looked to her au naturel form, slightly shivering still from the off-white chilling cold. 'Come, Arla, and join me in my bed .'He said softly.
Once in bed, she looked to her victor 's face, and spoke. 'Master, I am required to severalise 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 first time ?'Her eyes were big and blue, her hair in her expression as a doll.
But Lord Drad took no pathos on dolly either. 'Yes, I know this. I noticed, but said cipher .'He spoke calmly .'I am going to let it go this once, to be fairly, but soon, I will be punishing for offenses like that .'His articulation was afters, somehow.
Arla nodded, then nuzzled into Jehovah Drad 's neck opening and shoulders. Her nose was frigid, but her lips soft, moist, and warm. Her hair smelled of flowers, as they laid in bed, she made the shroud feel like satin, covering him smoothly. He felt her arms go about him, and her lips kiss his neck. He leaned, putting her arm about her, and returning her kiss.
'Sleep, skipper ?'She asked, innocently.
'Ahhh, yes, sleep, Arla'He said, turning, but still holding her, and closing his eyes. She did the same, sleeping as her head hit the pillow .