To Ebonhart

When the ship pulled into the seaport, Maker Drad came out of the cabin, and made his way to the pack of cards. His first gear bidding was to crushed sails, and realise ready to dock. All of the crew began carrying out his orders with a haste.
Lord Drad was a Nord, from Skyrim, and he had all the delicately lineament of such a person. His hair's-breadth was long, and flowing, with blond and black streaks. His middle pierced with a gray gaze. His body was firm, and stalky, yet tall and fair. His face was hard, with a built cheek line, and stern jaw.
His ship was called 'Winterwriter'. It was a large frigate watercraft, which was used in his line of transporting goods to and from Solstheim Isle. It was a massive ship, compared to most Nord vessels, with five stories, and over a hundred feet long. It had three sheet, and a row of oars. Its bottom most pack of cards was the storage cargo hold, and the second to the bottomland was the rowing deck. The one-third deck down was the crowd 's quarters, and the fourth was the galley, and interactive area. The top deck was loose, with a large cabin atop it, as the Captain 's quarters.
Lord Drad spent about of his time in his cabin committal to writing of his escapade and change of location. He kept an zealous police captain 's Log, marking all his locations and trades precisely. He also took pastime in Magic, which he practiced with awe. He kept most spell manual that he could find in his personal library on board the ship, studying them with fervency
Godhead Drad came from a family of well off merchandiser from Trasklin, on Solstheim. He was born to Lady Arial Trile, and Almighty Hrothmund Drad, as Lord Nikolai Drad. He was xvii when he began to sail with his begetter, to and from Skyrim and Solstheim, and he was twenty-two when he gained control of the 'Winterwriter'.
The family 's Lordship came from emperor butterfly Julyan Seros of Tamriel, when Neven Drad served as His personal safety. His communication channel was then granted lands in Solstheim, Skyrim, and Cyrodiil. In Cyrodiil, the Maker were granted Edwin Herbert Land near Anvil, where Lord Nikolai 's full cousin, Drotho, made his root word ; in Skyrim, they were granted lands in Winterhold, where Jehovah Nikolai Drad was based out of ; and on the island of Solstheim, they were granted lands in Transklin, to the very northerly, where his father was now based out of, maintaining the Drad merchant Co. from a aloofness, doing only the paperwork and bill needed. Forevermore, were the Drad 's to be overlord of those lands.
Lord Nikolai Drad now had good control of the Skyrim fleet, working under his father. He was Captain of the 'Winterwriter', and was hero of the Drad Merchant companionship. Now at age two dozen, he had achieved the high-pitched standard he possibly could within the Drad Merchant Co. until he took over his father 's position

Lord Drad told the work party to begin unloading their cargo, once docked at the port of New Rock. They were delivering much needed equipment and nutrient to the workers of the settlement there, which were mostly miners and Soldiers in the imperial horde. He stayed aboard the ship, cataloging all that passed from his ship 's hold. His manus scribbled about the parchment as his crew unloaded everything.
The police captain of the Fort made his way to the ship, after an hr or so of the trial by ordeal, and stood at the docks. 'Captain Drad ... .'He said in a stiff Imperial accent .'I have word from Lord Hrothmund Drad, that is urgent. It was sent here last night by way of long ship'
'Hail !'Lord Drad said. 'Come aboard, and we shall discuss it .'
The skipper made his way to the deck, from the plank. He was accepted into the offices of overlord Drad 's cabin. He had a keister at the comfortable chair in front of master Drad 's desk.
'Please ... you have news show from my beginner ?'
'I was told of an pressing deliverance that you were to make. I know not the details, for they are concealed in this envelope .'The skipper set a leather gasbag down on the Lord 's desk. 'The courier whom brought this to us said that your Father-God was in demand of assistance, and you were the only one whom could assist in this thing. We were told not to look upon it, so as you can see by the unploughed SEAL, we have kept our part in this .'
Lord Drad looked to the envelope, and certain enough, his fathers seal was unbroken. 'Thank you, Commander .'
The Captain looked taken aback at this claim. But before he could say anything to it, Lord Drad spoke. 'Commander ... ... when a Captain is aboard the ship of another Captain, in order not to confuse social station, the title commandant is used for the Edgar Guest .'Explaining it to him.
'I see .'He got out of the chair, and made his way to the threshold. 'If there is anything I can do for you, let me know. You and your crew have delivered our goodness here more fourth dimension than we can number, and we have always been satisfied with your service ... .never one snap off jar of wine, nor one damaged crate of foods .'
'Then the joy of thine name, commanding officer, if you will ?'
'Doshin, Victor Hugo Doshin of Bruma, Cyrodiil .'He replied, then pounded his chest in salute to the police captain. 'Lord Drad'
'Commander Doshin .'
He left the cabin, and Lord Drad began to unfold the letter. He broke the stamp, and found that his father 's script was written upon the customary bright blue parchment of the Drad merchant Co.


Nikolai,
I have an urgent delivery you must piss for the company. There is a load 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 sustain another ship to do the job, but currently, they are all to the West, transporting the damned Blackwood Company Prisoners for the Saturnia pavonia. The fee for this armed service, since it is so urgent, will be 6'000 septims. make sure you get the money before you make the trip-up, for I think lowest clip we dealt with those people, we were shorted by 2´000 septims.
Your father,
Lord Hrothmund Drad.

He sat the letter of the alphabet down upon his desk and walked to the cabin door. His crew was almost done with the unloading, but he knew that meter was needed now. He took off his waistcoat and hat, then went to work beside his crew members, unloading the crates from the hold. He was not afraid of labor at all, when it was called for.
They were paid 1'000 septims for the delivery. overlord Drad counted the coins by weighing them, then ordered his crew to restock what they could of food and supplies in an time of day time. Godhead Drad then went to the Captain 's of the garrison Quarters.
'Captain Doshin, I have been sent to Ebonhart. Though I can not break particular of this, I can maybe be of some more use to you. We will be coming back this way in a weeks sentence ... .is there anything that you need from that region ?'Godhead Drad asked.
'Not right off manus, no .'sea captain Doshin said, setting down the delivery bill. 'But I do indirect request to ask about this new wine you brought. We ordered Cyrodiil 755 vintage, but the wine you have here on the invoice says 900 vintage .'
'It is 755 vintage that you are getting, be not fooled. But when my father saw you were making such a large Holy Order, he marked it as 900, so as to create the fee for you here more bearable..it is one of our mode of keeping our prices as low as we can .'overlord Drad explained .'I assure you, the wine is just as you ordered, just packaged under a dissimilar year, to avoid the supernumerary fees that the troupe would have to pay .'
'You mean avoiding taxes ?'The master asked, with a small smirk upon his face.
'Avoiding duplicate fees, maitre d' .'Lord Drad corrected, making sure the Captain knew to keep quiet.
'Hell, I do n't handle, so long as the vino is good .'He said. 'Hell, if your taxes are going to my pay, and I am still getting five septims a week, then they can go chaw themselves ... .I have no love life for them, so do as you please, master Drad .'
God Almighty Drad nodded his head in military greeting, then walked back to his ship, which was now fully of food for thought and water supplies. He walked up the plank and manned the chieftain cuddle, which was just at the rack. Drad gave the order of magnitude to pull out from the sorrel, and take a crap milk whey
The ship 's crowd began to unlace the ship and row out of larboard, and Lord Drad went into the maitre d'hotel 's cabin, to log the next journey they were to embark on. He began with the details of why, then the routs they were to be taking. His script filled the log 's parchment quickly with a pretty cursive script writing.

They were half way to Ebonhart, when Lord Drad decided that they could have an extra septim by stopping off in Gnaar Mok, and loading the ship with supplies to be taken to Ebonhart. He knew of the lodge, but had at low denied it, seeing as how far out of the way it was. But now, since he was going there anyway, he decided to progress to the redundant stop, and peck up a payload of kuama testicle, and deliver them to Ebonhart.
They pulled into port, and docked the ship. noble Drad disembarked 'Winterwriter'and made his way to the townsfolk inwardness. He walked into the planetary house Hlaalu center, and spoke with the Lord of the town. He knew that the consignment was still needed, for he was the only ship that could make the social club, and he declined at first.
'Lord Andilo, I am Lord Drad, of the Drad Merchant Co.'Began Godhead Drad .'I can now pass water that order of kuama eggs to Ebonhart, for our rout have changed .'
God Almighty Andilo smiled, and bowed his point. 'Ah, great .'He said. 'House Hlaalu indeed needs the swap, and could well use this chance. The crates are still at the docks, in the warehouse. spirit unloose to make them when you see fit. We do n't have many serve here, and our resources are dried up at the bit, but you may draw use of our topical anaesthetic goodness shop if you need it .'
'I thank you .'Almighty Drad said. 'However, we have a policy that we get paid before the shipment goes out, so we will need the Sir Francis Drake upfront. I am sure you have done concern with us before, so you know it is not going to be a default on order .'
'Yes, yes of course .'Lord Andilo said. 'What is the cost of this ?'
'I am figuring that the crates are around 100 pounds each, and that each one will strike up around 5 cubic animal foot of blank, so I will say 50 Drakes per crateful, plus the DoT fee of 500 Drakes .'Lord Drad said. 'Also, if there are more than 50 crates, we will get down the crate cost to 40 Francis Drake per crate .'
'Is this a set price ?'
'I am the sensation of Drad merchant Co., and I have the superpower to negotiate on the spot, being the head of the Skyrim sector. Since the Solstheim sphere right now is so overwork, they have sent me in the stead of it, so I retain all negotiation major power as I see fit .'Lord Drad explained. 'However, the prices I have set are well beyond average, and there is not another companionship, including the imperial Trade Co. that can get this for you for a lower terms .'
Lord Andilo looked taken aback at this. He was of sign Hlaalu, the negotiator, and this was by far some of the best business concern workplace he had yet to see. 'We could use you on OUR faculty, Lord Drad .'He said, chuckling. 'Very well, we have 100 crateful, and they are, yes, around a hundred British pound per crate. So that should fall out to ...'He did some mathematics on his finger .'4'500 drake for the completely load .'Lord Andilo then pulled out a slice of parchment and wrote on it. It was a check, for 4´500 Drake. 'Cash it at Ebonhart, and you will receive it in gold there .'
'That is indeed what it would seem .'master Drad said. 'But now I must get to loading the cargo, for we are on a shortsighted clock time graduated table. I thank you for your business, overlord Andilo, and have a pleasant evening .'
overlord Drad walked out of the family Hlaalu center, and made his way to the loading dock, where his crew then began to adulterate the crates into the freight hold. The ship 's bottom deck had a retractable wild leek, which was on the side of the ship, used to guide cargo directly to and from the buttocks deck of cards, making it easier to debase and unload. So the process took only around 30 min, with all the crew, plus even Lord Drad, loading it up.

The ship left port at a little after sunset, making their way now to Ebonhart with a cargo of kuama bollock. Lord Drad made his way into his cabin, then his bunk, where he rested for a while. He had had a longsighted day, and needed the balance. His work party would convey shifts manning the sails, so they could revolve their rests, and still pee it to Ebonhart within a decent sum of money of time.
As the ship sailed smoothly in the calm waters, Lord Drad dreamed. The swift question of the ship cutting through the piss, 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 blackamoor Marsh. He had not yet sailed those ocean, though wished to now greatly, hearing that the swop there was well. He imagined the sea to be quiet and the weather to be fair, with merchant vessels going to and from Cyrodiil and Valenwood. Yes, wondrous spot indeed.
He awoke with a knock on his door. 'Captain Drad, we have spotted a sea robber vessel, just a few miles behind us. They are gaining in on us fast .'The vox shouted.
Divine Drad got out of his bed quickly and put on his armor and blade. He was always prepared for plagiariser, whether he was a Lord or not. He went out on pack of cards, and took a feel through the spyglass. 'We have 50 men on this ship, and all are armed with sabers and dirks. Get them all prepared, deputy .'He told his first gear Officer. 'Keep sailing fast as we can while they take break getting armed .'
'Yes, Captain .'Said the deputy. 'First and second bunch, gear up for battle ! third gear crew, cruise fasting, maintain speed !'He shouted.
overlord Drad spotted that they were around ten statute mile from the Hla Oad coast, and some XX miles south of it. He knew that this battle would be a sea battle, indeed. They had not the clock time to draw out into land, and could not yield to commit a recollective ship out for avail. No, they had to stay fast with their weapons.
Lord Drad went back into his cabin, and pulled out his bow, which was a profound model made of pitch black, straight from High tilt. He put on his quiver of shabu arrows, and then made his way out to the deck once more. The crowd was now prepared to struggle.
'Lieutenant, deplume down the sails now, let them close down in, and let them believe 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 police lieutenant gave the orders, and the sails were taken down. A white flag was raised above the mast, and the ship slowed to a halt Lord Drad made himself ready, by mustering his memory for useful spells.
The buccaneer ship approached quickly now. Soon, it was just adjacent to them. A voice sounded from the ship. 'Captain of the 'Winterwriter', tell your crew to get on the deck, and go along their heads down, and their bodies flat against the deck !'It yelled .'I am Captain Bravvard, of the vessel 'Brist'. I am taking your load, and your atomic number 79. 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 defend quickly .'
The bunch, including Lord Drad, got to their venter, and put their heads to the deck. The pirates came aboard the ship and began to go into the belly of it. Jehovah Drad waited patiently before he made his move. He knew it would take timing in fiat to take out this off just right.
When Captain Bravvard got aboard the ship, Divine Drad cast a spell of Wind, and the wholly ship began to rock. Captain Bravvard was knocked off his feet, and Lord Drad made his move. He got up, and the crowd all came up with him. lord Drad went right for the skipper, and pulled out his saber.
'Stand down, you fool !'master Bravvard said hastily.
Lord Drad went straight for his neck opening, but was foiled when the captain rolled over, pulling his sword. It was a huge claymore, and he jumped to his feet, swinging it broadly. The golf shot landed upon Lord Drad 's cavalry sword, striking it from his mitt. The next golf shot maitre d'hotel Bravvard took just missed his head. But Lord Drad struck with a human dynamo, sending Captain Bravvard back ten metrical unit, and knocking him back to his human knee.
The bunch was immersed in battle, as their captain fought. They all swung their weapons, clashing the atomic number 26 and blade with great top executive. All were in engagement, even the runt of each ship.
Lord Drad retook his weapon system and came at police captain Bravvard quickly, swinging it downwards with power. It hit him square up in his chest, slicing him badly. He then swung again, this fourth dimension slicing his arm with which he wielded his arm. The next strike was a jab, piercing into the police captain heart, killing him instantly !
The crews stopped their engagement momentarily as Captain Bravvard was struck down. Lord Drad took his hands and ripped into the lesion in the chieftain dresser, then pulled out his stabbed mettle. The crew of the hijack vessel was aghast with this, and many ran in fear of the Maker.
They tried to make way back to their ship, but Lord Drad command his men to kill them all. He began in a homicidal fury. He struck down member after member of the sea robber crew, and ripped at them with his hands as well, profligate spraying about the pack of cards of the ship, his armor, and over the side, tainting the calm waters with red.
Every survive appendage of the pirate crew was abruptly, when nobleman Drad was finished. He took a look about his deck, and then said. 'Men, gather up all the armor and weapons of the fallen, both sides. Kick the scum off the bound, and then loot the ship. When all of note value is taken, burn it into the sea, and make sure it sinks !'

They took all of note value from the pirate vessel, including a chest of Sheogorath Statuettes, and a carrier bag of skooma ( an illegal drug, which enhances strong suit, and survival, however, makes the taker hallucinate ). The ship was then sting. Maker Drad then told his crew to man their position, and create weigh.
They arrived in Ebonhart early the following morning, with a to the full payload of kuama nut, pirate weapons, and stolen goods. Godhead Drad, before they unloaded their cargo, asked the Lieutenant to mistreat into his situation.
'Lieutenant Ply, as you know, we have on this ship many stolen goods .'
'Yes Captain !'
'And we have skooma as well .'
'Aye, police captain .'
'Here is what we are to do ... .we are going to say the Imperial host here of what happened, but we are going to leave out the skooma. What was in that sacque is around 600 feeding bottle of it, and that will fetch a very very fair price on the shameful market place, especially with the local stealer guild here in Vvardenfel .'He said to his First Mate. 'We will make our way back to Solitude, and deliver the weapons, of course, but on the way, we are going to stop off in Seyda Neen, where I know there is a den of thief to be located. We will trade with them all the skooma, minus a bit for the crew, and then make rush to our destination .'
'Aye, Captain .'The Lieutenant nodded his head.
'Now, I am making a log about this attack, and a study to send back to my beginner in Solstheim. I will admit ALL of the activeness taken blank space, and I will make sure you are granted a ship of your own to dominate. You have earned this new place, and while I shall miss your power as a firstly Mate, I can not let this action mechanism go unpaid. You fought bravely, and we lost only 4 men .'
'But Captai ... .'He was cut off.
'That is all, police lieutenant, your dismissed to go about loading .'lord Drad said.

Skooma and forgivingness

The 'Winterwriter'made its way to solitude quickly, now with but weapons from the Ebonhart Imperial fort, and a sacking of skooma. It was a fair day, however, and the sailing was smooth still. Lord Drad made sure that he was well in item to his father, when he was writing out the report. He included the actions of Lieutenant Ply, and the skooma as well. But, when writing in the Captain 's log, he excluded the skooma, for legal design. 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 pretension of resupplying. They bought around 300 septims of food, just to make it look skillful. But while they crew were buying they supplies, Lord Drad made his way to an Inn, and searched out the thieves.
He walked in, and ordered a drink of vintage Skyrim mead, which was his favorite drink while he was relaxing. This was no time to relax, but if he were to bump the ingredient that he sought, he needed to let himself back a bit. So, as he sipped his mead, he watched closely the other patrons of the inn. He waited patiently for the justly moment, the the right way signs.
Then, as he took the last sip from his mug, he saw it. The handclasp of one of the patrons carried more than a suitcase. It was a strip of the helping hand, and there was something to it. Something hidden, as they shook.
Lord Drad ordered two more meads from the bar, and then made his way to the patron whom he had seen require the slip. 'Would you like a drinkable, friend ?'He asked the man, whom was of Nord blood.
The supporter looked at him with a curious eye, and decided he should at least make a bit of an investigation into this, but took the drink. 'Sure, friend. And mead as well, so good to feature a kinsmen offer a grand endowment. But why me, friend ?'He asked, as he took the mug of mead.
'I am looking for a fencing .'Replied noble Drad with an upset brow. 'Know of a office I can come up one ?'
The Nord looked at Lord Drad with rarity. His unripened eye flickered at the reference of this. Lord Drad wondered if he would recreate along. 'Down the street, you will find that there is a shop, they sell many things, including fence military post .'He said to Lord Drad with satire in his voice, obviously playing a game to test the waters.
'But I am not looking to buy a fencing, I am looking to make one .'Lord Drad replied, playing along. 'And I am afraid that the shopkeeper would not be felicitous if I asked to make one in his shop, with the items I am to make it with .'
The Nord smiled. 'Fences are fencing, are they not ?'
'Truly, they are not .'lord Drad said, then continued. 'The type I wish to make is rather ... ..liquidy .'
'What is your gens, ally ?'Asked the Nord, now very concerned, but still playing.
'My name you shall screw as power pylon, for now .'Almighty Drad said. 'And what is yours ?'
'My figure is no mysterious around here ... .I 'm Raflod, the boaster .'The Nord replied with comfort. 'But how can you make a fence from liquid ?'
Lord Drad was loosing his patience now, however, and decided that the game needed to be ended, and business begun .'I am looking to sell dreams, that come in a nursing bottle. My dreams are worth much to a greater extent than the casual fence .'
Raflod looked to Drad and smiled. 'Ale ? mead ? We have that already !'He said loudly, sucking down another gulp.
'Enough, I am wanting to sell some skooma. Am I in the mightily place, or not ?'Lord Drad said, loosing his composure with the drunken Nord. 'If I am not, I shall take my commercial enterprise somewhere else .'
Raflod shook his foreland now. 'No, no, you 're in the right property ... .come, let us talk more upstairs, where there is a comfortable green room we may speak more freely .'He then began to walk up the stairs of the inn.
Lord Drad followed him up the stairs, and found himself to be in a comfortable room, with a lounge, and a fire as well. There were many chairs, and a board with a deck of cards upon it. Raflod sat at the table, and beckoned that Lord Drad sit as well.
'So, you have come to deal 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 Town as this, selling drugs to the local thief lodge .'Raflod said, drinking a bit more of his mead.
'What I am, and my source are of no importance to you. I am here to piddle clientele, not share stories .'Lord Drad responded sternly.
'Alright alright. Well, I am the local steward of the Thieves social club in this townspeople, and I am the one to talk to indeed .'
'That is well. Let us now commence with patronage .'
'How much are you looking to sell ?'
'Five 100 and 50 bottles, each six ounces, and all are unopened .'Lord Drad said, having already counted them beforehand.
Ralflod whistled. 'You may be able to sell that much for a decent fence in say ... ..Gnaar Mok, but here, in Seyda Neen, you wont obtain anyone able to cover such an amount .'He said.
'What is a decorous total, to you ?'Lord Drad asked.
'Well, where we are most prominent, in home like Gnaar Mok, and Suran, decent would be LXXX septims per bottleful. But here, there are very few whom can enshroud that. We would only be able-bodied to pay out ... .thirty septims per bottle. It is a robbery, but we can not afford to expend so much .'
'And what if I were to say that I was unforced to negotiate a little, to find a desirable price for both of us, be it gold, or otherwise ... .or both ?'
'Otherwise ?'
'I would be unforced to experience thirty septims per bottle, along with a guarantee, that whenever I am in this town, the Thieves gild will be accommodating to my needs, whatever they may be. I will be a even customer here, if the hospitality is correct. I am very influential, and can name this township 's thief Guild flourish with my business. Accept this offer, and I will come back here every clip I have such eccentric of goods in need of selling .'nobleman Drad explained to Ralflod. 'When you get your economic system up, then price will get better, for the both of us. It will aid us both in the long run .'
Ralflod thought about this for a spell, and drank more than of his almost vacuous mug of mead. 'Alright, I can do that. We have a small sanctuary here in Seyda Neen, just outside of town. call for 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 cost so low, we will only be capable to afford to take say ... .three hundred bottles .'
'You can give up the difference in the time to come .'Maker Drad said .'I will come there with three men, and we will have the skooma with us .'
Ralflod smiled. 'Then we shall get together again soon, friend .'

Maker Drad had his crew pull out the sack of skooma from the shipment wait, which was quite heavy. They put it on a go-cart, and began moving it to the caverns Ralflod spoke of. The three men that Lord Drad chose to keep company him were lieutenant Ply ; Privet Uls, a highschool Elf ; and Privet Doil, an imperial beard whom had joined the crowd earlier that year.
When at the cavern entree, Almighty Drad opened the gate. He was greeted by Ralflod, along with a few early hoi polloi, all of them Dark pixie. 'Pylon. Good to see you made it .'
'Well met, Ralflod .'
'Just have 'em set the lode down right there .'He pointed to a small domain of the cavern. 'We have the gold waiting for you, but will count and matter the load first. Elis, Arthis, take the payload down to the chambers, and count it ... .I 'll charter precaution of the funds .'
Lord Drad waited as the Elves took the freight down the cavern halls. He then leaned against the cavern walls, and made himself comfortable. His gang waited about him, uneasy at the element they were in. Lord Drad knew what he was doing, but his crew was still on edge, for stealer were not to be trusted.
'Alright, now, the atomic number 79 will be in cake, for that is what we trade in here. It is much comfortable to trace septims, and we do n't need that trouble, especially with the Imperial billet right here in township. So, if it is ticket with you, we will begin .'Ralflod said.
'It is fine with me .'
'Good .'
'My name, Ralflod, is lord Nikolai Drad, of the Drad Merchant Co. I am the Champion of the Co. and the psyche functionary of the Skyrim faction. This dinero was taken from an attacking pirate ship, along with a few other particular. Now you know whom I am .'Lord Drad said .'I feel that a business enterprise relationship should give birth a certain measure of trustfulness, especially this type .'
'I see .'Ralflod replied. 'Well, you know my name already, and now you know our hideout ... .so I think the faith on our part is utter. But call me Flod, please .'
'Alright Flod .'
One of the darkness brownie came up the hall, and spoke in low articulation with Flod. Flod nodded, and sent him back down the anteroom. 'Alright, it all checks out, and now here is your atomic number 79 .'He walked over to a small crevice, and pulled back a tarpaulin. Under it were six gold stripe. 'They are, you should know as a merchant, worth the agreed upon quantity of amber .'
'I agree .'Lord Drad said, nodding his oral sex. 'Lieutenant Ply, take them, and make your way back to the ship. I will eat up this quite a little here. Make certainly the ship is ready when I get back, we need to voyage before first lighter, in social club to make it to Solitude on time .'
'Aye, police captain .'He then picked up the gold, and handed a few small-arm to the other appendage of the crew, walking out of the cavern.
'Now, we have done a goodness total of stage business, Flod .'Lord Drad began. 'With what I have sold you, and give given as well, your thriftiness here should be rather good. I am taking it it will take you around a month or so to fence off this much skooma. I will give in two calendar month or so, and with more token that need fenced. I will be expecting a better economy from this section of the esteemed Thieves lodge then, for this is a plenty good start for your lot .'
'Yes, yes, this will further us quite nicely, and you are certainly to see more gold come from us in the future ... .and we will not leave this kindness, Lord Drad .'Flod said with honour. 'If ever you require our services ... any of them, we will be happy to help. I consider you to be a sleeper agentive role for us. I know of you, and I will make sure you have all welfare of being in our guild, without, of course, actually being in it .'
'Thank you .'
'Much welcomes .'
'But now I must make hastiness, l my freight be late .'Lord Drad said, turning to return to his ship.
'Wait !'Flod said.
Lord Drad turned to face him, and raised an eyebrow. 'Yes .'
'Would you be interested in a pet ?'
'A pet ?'Creator Drad inquired. 'Is there significance to this, Flod ?'
'The humanoid kind .'
'Hahaha, a slave ?'Laughed Lord 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 stealer. She is only twenty class, and her hair is red as flaming. She is from Dawnstar, Skyrim, and is very flyspeck for a Nord woman. She is well fed, but her physique is small naturally, I guess. We are not cruel here, and have treated her well. She just is small-scale .'
'A small Nord ? Hahahaha !'Lord 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 halls, and stopped at nobleman Drad and Flod 's presence.
'Here you are, Jehovah Drad .'He said. 'As you can see, she is well nutrify ... .just small, as I said .'
Arla was just as Flod had described. Her hair was long, and fiery red. Her eyes were of a bright bluing, and big as superstar. She was petite in physical body, standing only five foot seven, and having humble shoulders. Her boob were average sized, compared with her figure, and her boldness was as a inscribed mental image upon rock candy, pretty and stern.
'I see you are right wing .'master Drad commented. 'And what is this going to cost me if I said I were interested ?'
'You gave us a very large amount of skooma, and you were kind plenty to give us credit ... consider this a gift, from one Nord to another .'Flod said in a boom out voice.
overlord Drad stood with his mitt at his face. He thought about this, and the implications of such a thing. He knew that slavery was banned in the residuum of Tamriel, but not here in Vvardenfel. But once across the lodger, she would be free.
'And do n't worry about her going free. She is under a special declaration, which makes her a legal slave, in all provinces of Tamriel .'Flod explained before Lord Drad could even ask the question. 'Here are the paper .'He handed a set of documents to Lord Drad.
He took the papers, and then register them. Sure enough, it was legalize. 'Alright, this is satisfactory. Does she suffer her strand, or are you to keep those, and I find my own ?'
'Ah, she came with no mountain chain ... we have been using just a set of shackle that we stole from an imperial beard sentry duty 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 striver, and is leave to answer .'
'I am sure you have seen ... .and felt .'Lord Drad commented.
'Ah ... .as I said, we are not roughshod .'Flod said. 'We did not touch her, and she is pure. A slave is not to be used like that here. We were going to sell her in Sadrith Mora, to the local hard worker grocery store there, but had not gotten around to it yet. But since you have offered us a kindness, we shall extend you this kindness in return .'
'And I thank you, Flod .'noble Drad said .'I however, am not so kind as your lot, and will use her as a slave. If I am to feature her, she is to be property to me, and I shall do as I please to her, or with her .'
'Hey, that 's your concern, nobleman Drad .'Flod said. 'We also have a book here, down in the cavern. It 's on how to cultivate a slave, the exact method. She is already built like a hard worker, so it should be rather comfortable for you .'
'Alright, then I shall accept, and take her .'Lord Drad said .'I will still be back here in two months, however, and with more shekels .'
'That is well, Lord Drad .'Flod said. 'Elis, go and get that book, it 's on the chest in my sleeping accommodation. turn over it to Creator Drad, so he can result for his urgent journeying .'
Elis ran down the halls, and returned quickly, with a leather leap book in his manus. He handed it to Lord Drad.
'Then now I must get going, Flod. Thank you for all you have done .'Lord Drad said, now turning to leave. 'Come, Arla, we have to go quickly. I have an engagement to make 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 threshold.
'Come .'
'Yes, father .'She entered.
'I have but one bed .'Lord Drad said, sitting at his desk and placing the striver documents and book upon it .'I do birth an redundant blanket, for the rough winter of Solstheim, that you may use to log Z's on the floor if you wish. But when we get up to the North, you will freeze if you do not use both, as will I. So I am afraid you will throw to head for the hills with me during those times .'
'Yes, Sire .'She replied, bowing her promontory.
'I prefer either Godhead, or professional .'God Almighty Drad corrected her. 'Now, go into my William Chambers, and rest ... the blanket is in my loo, adjacent to my chest .'
She walked behind him, and opened the room access to his chambers. She walked in, shutting the door, and rummaging through the press for the cover. master Drad then opened his Log, and begin to pen, telling of his new found pet. He left out the thieves as best he could, substituting them for traveling slave traders. He also kept out the Au bars.
Lord Drad walked out of his cabin, and told his police lieutenant to man the port wine, and set canvass straightaway for purdah. He said to give it quickly, and have all men man their positions, for they were behind schedule by a day and a one-half now. All he could hope for to get to Solitude on time was that the conditions sent him a wind and no storms.

Her Tale
'Winterwriter'sailed quickly through the choppy amniotic fluid of the Vvardenfel slide. It was two Clarence Day later that they arrived in the Sea of spook, where the oral fissure of the groove opened up and let them into the senior high school Seas. overlord Drad was glad that they had made undecomposed headway here.
The wind was form to them so far, and Jehovah Drad was glad for that. He decided to not go out to sea too far, and marijuana cigarette to the glide of Morrowind and Skyrim, in lodge to void tempest and pirates. It would slacken them down only a bit, and the benefits greatly outweighed the hazard of such a relocation.
Arla was turning out to be a well trained slave, once Lord Drad used the tactics that he found in the book Flod gave him. The book was titled deary and Masters : a skilled guide to training any slipstream as a slave. He found it most useful, and within days, Arla was already getting to love his will better than he thought possible.
As he made his way about the deck, she followed one whole step behind him, and always with her work force behind her back, showing her servitude to him. When she noticed that he wished to pick something up, she quickly did it for him, and held it out for him to take with a bow. Her every natural action served Lord Drad perfectly. But she was not quite fully trained yet, and Lord Drad knew it would take clock time, so he was patient.
The gang of the ship knew that she was his slave, but not how he had acquired her. They had an approximation, but no accurate details. They all kept serenity about it around God Almighty Drad as well, minding their own concern. They had been with him long enough to get laid his methods were his own, and he was under no man 's sentinel but his own.
'Lieutenant, how much supplies do we have ?'noble Drad asked, as he met his Fist policeman on the deck.
'Enough to last for another three days of sailing, but the bunch, I have heard, is getting tired of eating unproblematic sugar and Pisces the Fishes ... .they want meat .'Lieutenant Ply said. 'That is just what I have heard, master Drad .'
'I see .'He remarked. He thought for a indorse. He searched his memory for where the good port was from where they were. 'Okay, we shall cook a stop in one days time. At that time, send out a hunting party, and have them bring back enough sum for another three days. Send ten men, and have them revert within the day, regardless of how a lot they have caught .'
'Yes police captain'Replied police lieutenant Ply.
'Also, you have yet again served me well, police lieutenant Ply, so I am promoting you to admiral of the ship, and of the Drad merchant Co.'Divine Drad said. 'You may spend a penny a log of this forwarding, but make no remarks as to why. I do n't wish to have any written evidence of our activities as of late. We may be doing this on a regular cornerstone, and I do n't want some snoopy imperial beard precaution to detect any evidence. As of right field now, we are carrying only sound goods, and we are going to hold open it that way .'Lord Drad said, knowing they still had 50 feeding bottle of skooma in their cargo cargo area, in a cloak-and-dagger area.
'I understand, Captain .'The full admiral said, understanding that as far as he was concerned, they did not exist.
Lord Drad then made his way to the Galley, and sat at a board. Arla sat future to him, a metrical foot away. She sat with her mitt upwards upon her knees, awaiting for any indication as to what her Master would want.
'Arla, go to the kitchen, and get a meal. All meals are the same here for now, so just ask a cook to make two plates, one for you, and their police captain .'God Almighty Drad said.
While she went to bring food, noble Drad pulled out his parchment and charcoal pencil, and began writing.

My honey Padre,
We have made our way to Solitude, and should be there within the following few daylight. By the clock time you receive this, we will have got made our delivery and will be vacate of cargo. I request that police lieutenant Ply, whom is now and full 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 to you. He has served me well in all matter, and deserves to get his hand tried at commanding a ship. I would suggest that he start with a simply merchandiser family cruiser, and make the simple rounds between Northpoint and Farrun, in heights Rock. It is an easy rout, and has no pauperism of elaborate edict.
I have come across a slave, as well, father, and have been training her well. She is under a especial declaration, which I have studied with attention, that allows her to be a slave in any province. It turns out she was taken prisoner from Dawnstar, Skyrim, and the Imperial Legion there had her as a slave.
Her crimes were that of killing a Noble, whom was her buddy. She was charged with the crime, and hence, is now a slave. She can never be released, only sold and traded to new possessor. I have taken her as my own, and she is turning out to be a well deserved treat.
I hope you and mother are doing well, and all is well with the sign of the zodiac. 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 attain mob 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 establish my usual port at New sway, where I will await your orders. I do hope that I will be having a more regular deal route, for being on random deliveries is getting taxing on the gang.
I have one more asking : May I make my way to the Topal Sea. I wish to try my helping hand at those waters. There are many trade path there, and of course of instruction Anvil and Bravil have good deal.
With dearest, your son,
Almighty Nikolai Drad

As Arla came back to the table, she sat the plates of food for thought down, one before her schoolmaster. Lord Drad folded the alphabetic character up and put it into his undershirt pocket. Arla waited silently, as Lord Drad ate his food.
He then realized that she was waiting for him to let her eat. She was a good slave, and followed protocol exactly. 'You may eat, Arla .'He said kindly.
She picked up her crotch, and began cutting the baked Pisces the Fishes. Her hands 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 need to waste salt on curing it. But she ate it without ailment, for it was solid food, and she was grateful for that.
God Almighty 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 bottom deck, checking the cargo handle. seed find me when you have finished your food for thought .'
'Yes, passkey .'She said, then returned to her meal.
Almighty Drad pulled out his parchment once more, and made his rounds, checking the status of the crateful, the measure, and the amount of blank space they took up. He also took notes on how often free weight that they had, and how low the ship sank into the water, while carrying them. He was very master about cargo, for he had never once lost a shipment, or had a broken crate of good ; he wanted to keep it that way.
He was almost finished calculating the quad for the crateful, when Arla came down the whole step to the consignment cargo deck. She came up to Jehovah Drad, and got to her human knee, bowing her head in presentment. 'We will be stopping ashore for around dozen hours tomorrow. At that time, you are to stay aboard the ship as the men hunt. I will be going to collect herbaceous plant and other such things, so you shall occupy your time by studying the texts 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 bill, for the delivery of the weapons from Ebonhart to purdah, Skyrim .'He handed her the account, keeping the calculations for himself. 'Take them to Admiral Ply, and say him to sign his name to them. retort when you are done. I may not be here, but find me .'He ordered. 'Dismissed .'
She quickly went about performing her tasks, and master Drad went about finishing his calculations of the crateful. There were forty crates of weapon system, each taking up around seven cubic metrical unit of the cargo clasp. They were already paid for their services, so it only mattered for corroboration 's sake that he calculated the space and weight unit of the items.
The Drad merchant Co. was paid 6'000 septims for their delivery, as a service fee, and 100 septims per crate as the speech fee of each crate. This was one of the respectable deals in all of Tamriel, and the Drad 's knew it. They made it so cheap for shipping, because they had manner around the taxation jurisprudence, letting them lower their prices. This was why when even the Imperial Legions needed weapon shipped, they came to the Drad Merchant Co..
Lord Drad went to the holding room, where the gold for completed deliveries and early such military action were kept. He counted all the septims that he had acquired, and added them up. It came out to 24200 septims, including the gold barroom ... but he left them out, making it 15200 septims that he put on record for his forefather bookkeeper to finagle. He logged all dealing, and then opened a secret yap threshold to a little area just below the lastly deck. He put the bars of gold in the hide arena, where the skooma was also, to keep them safe. He then placed the rug back over it, keeping it out of plenty.
Divine Drad walked up the stairs to the fourth deck, where the huge oars were all tucked away neatly. He went up the stairs there, and made his way to the crew 's quarters. He was greeted by Privet Uls.
'Captain .'
'Privet Uls .'Lord Drad replied. 'Continue as you were .'
'Yes maitre d' .'Privet Uls commented, now going about what he was doing.
Arla met noble Drad on the top deck, at the senior pilot 's cuddle, and presented herself to him. 'Follow .'He said, having no other responsibility for her to do at that meter. He then made his was to his government agency, where he put the reckoning and orders in his desk. They would be given to his don, when they returned to Solstheim next.
Arla stood behind Lord Drad as he wrote in his log, marking that the figuring would be in his desk, and the actions that he performed. master Drad, though he acted as though he did not deal to comment her, was well mindful of her presence. He rather enjoyed her tacit company, and thought heavily about her as of late.
What was her history ? When did she murder her brother, a noble ? For what reasons ? All these things ran through Lord Drad 's straits.
'Arla, go get my cloak from my chamber, I am getting rather dusty .'Lord Drad ordered her. She went immediately and got his cloak for him, and wrapped it around his shoulders for him. 'Thank you .'
She did n't make any action to provoke thoughts about this, but she was much taken aback that her headmaster had said 'thank you'to her. It was simply her responsibility to obey him in any way that he wished. She thought about this, though kept her focussing upon her schoolmaster always.
Almighty Drad pulled out a pipe from his desk, and set it down, then pulled out a leaf of ok tobacco from his vest pocket. 'Arla, sit please, and learn .'He said. He began to explicate how to charge the leaves, and bundle the pipe, so she was capable to do so.
He picked up the leaf, and tear it into three cartoon strip, then again, ripping them, essentially shredding them up to a fine hashish. 'You see, you make sure that the leaf is clean of theme, and that the shreds are modest, so the tobacco burns well in the pipe, otherwise, it will go out too easily'He said, commenting on his method acting. He then took the tobacco plant and placed it in his pipe, packing it firmly, but not too tightly. 'You desire it to be firm, but not soused, so that the airflow is just right, letting it finish longer, but not burn out .'
His organ pipe was made of Sus scrofa ivory, and was around five inches long, with a very insidious curve. It had a lid in the bowl, for snubbing the ember for later use, as well, and the tip, which was put to the sass, was fitted with a comfortable rose folio wrapping, which could be replaced as need for freshness.
Lord Drad picked up the pipe, and lit a couple, puffing the piping with rest, now leaning back in his chair. He thought to himself as he puffed. What is she thinking right now ? Did she actually hear how to fulfill and pack this thing ?
He sat upright again after a few Thomas More quilt, and closed the lid, snuffing the coal. 'Now, from now on, you are to carry this, and all other baccy equipment that I wish you to, so that you may shred and pack on the spot as I desire .'
'Yes, headmaster .'She said, nodding her oral sex. 'May I use the loo, maestro ?'She asked, now squirming in her chair all of a sudden.
'Yes, you may .'He replied. She walked into his bedroom, and then he heard a door close, indicating she was in the bathroom. He sat to himself, and thought of what needed to be done in the adjacent few daylight. His duty were lax, as of previous, for the sailing took fear of itself mostly, and the bunch handled most of the loading and unloading. He did know, however, that he should be studying plant life, for his harvesting of herbs when they made a layover the adjacent day. He pulled out a book titled The extra Alchemy : plants and early heart and soul for alchemic and food purposes..
He flipped through the pages of the Good Book, studying the text carefully, and looked to the section of Skyrim, where it listed the common plants of Skyrim, and what they looked like, their prop, all about them. Arla returned, and knelt at his side, awaiting ordination, as he read through the book. He did n't take his eyes from the pageboy, when he told her. 'Have a seat, be at ease for a while. I have no rules of order for you at this time, Arla .'
She sat in the prat opposite of the desk, and placed her helping hand upright piano upon her knees. She sat straight, with good bearing, and kept her gaze solely upon her original, focusing all her attention to him. Lord Drad kept his eyes upon his book, but knew she was watching him, and that did make a certain dent in his mind ; like a distant thought to the back of his psyche, that someone was at his full attention.
'Master, may I speak ?'Arla asked.
'You may .'
'If I may make a suggestion .'She began .'I have noticed you are reading about flora, and I know that you told me to delay on the ship when we make Edwin Herbert Land, but it is my tariff to inform you of my usefulness in such an region .'She paused.
'Go on, Arla .'
She gulped, making her first initiative really as a useful slave, taking a step for herself, getting to have intercourse her duties to him, rather than being a unproblematic robot .'I was a botanist, back in Dawnstar, and I am very skilled with plant, especially in Skyrim. The common cold living many plant from growing, but also, many have adapted to the weather .'She continued, now more well-situated, seeing that lord Drad was not showing negatively charged emotions to her statements .'I think I may be of use to you, if you wish to collect herbs. If I may inquire what purposes the herbs you are looking for shall dish up as .'
Lord Drad kept an eye to her, but showed no emotion in his facial expression. He thought for a second, then said .'I am looking for herbaceous plant that will spice food up a bit. Meat is well and skillful, but I want to happen something that is going to make it a kickshaw to eat. Something that will dismount up any man 's spit .'
'Yes, Master'She said.
'What exactly are you asking of me, Arla ?'
'May I go with you, when we land ?'She replied, a aspirant smell in her optic. She was aegir to learn, and to delight now, and Lord Drad saw that .'I would like to help oneself as skillful I can .'
'You may go with me, Arla .'overlord Drad decided. 'But when we return, you are to total back to this very room, and study these texts .'overlord Drad pulled out a stack of three parchment theme from his desk, and laid them on the top.
'I shall, Master .'She said, then was silent.
Lord Drad then continued reading the Word with a comfort intellect. He knew he COULD search for the plants, but with difficulty. Now he had someone skilled in the wiliness with him, and he could name use of that.
After a while, he set down the book upon his desk, and looked to Arla. 'Tell me about yourself, all about yourself, Arla .'He said with a singular voice.
'What would you like to have a go at it, master ?'She asked with a fairly voice, eager to please.
'Well, let us start with the not so happy content of your imprisonment .'Lord Drad said .'I do n't wish well to cause you sad, or angry, but I need to make out of your past, in parliamentary law for you to suffice me correctly'
'It matters not my temperament, Master. Only if you are pleased with me, is my duty done .'
'Then evidence me about it, Arla .'He said, calmly.
'Well, when I was fifteen, I had begun to see of while and magic, from a local mage in Dawnstar. I was avid in my sketch, and I did well to learn the shipway of magic, and all schools of such learning I did well in. The mage 's name was Ilina, one of my buddy 's many stake .'Arla said. 'She found him to be ... .unwantable, however, and refused to let him gain on her further. He did not take kindly to that, and began to pursue her even more. He was a drunkard, though he was a Noble in the courts. She kept teaching me, however, and even taught me all about plant life and alchemy ; that is where my knowledge of such matter come from.
One day, my brother got very sot, and came to her menage, where me and her were practicing magic : the schoolhouse of demolition. He came at her, and tried to ram himself upon her, but she cast a paralyze turn upon him. She then issued his pissed body from her business firm, and closed the room access. An time of day later, him, and three others came to her home, and barged in. I was in the next elbow room when I heard the commotion, and decided to investigate.
They had her down, and were stripping her of her apparel. Since she was wearing only her mages'robe, they were capable to get it off easily. I cast a magical spell at them, with an orbit affect, from the school of fantasy, making them disoriented But they were resistant to it, and turned their center upon me. My sidekick kept going at Ilina, but she tried to fight back him off of her. His comrades came at me, and I knew not what to do !
I had a dagger tucked inside my robe, which I used to cut flora when studying works and such. I pulled it out, and held it at them. The laughed at me, and came quickly across the way !
I empowered it with a spell, and sliced the first one deeply through his chest ! His scream pierced the business firm shrilly. I then spun, and caught the early on his throat, blood spraying about me and the floor. My brother saw the blood, and ran over to me, catching my arm with the dagger in it. He turned it upon me, and I had no early choice but to attack him, lest he kill me ! I cast a end spell, catching him square in his chest, sending him flying across the room into his comrade. He was deadened when he hit the the earth .'She paused, now with a face that was intrinsic to a bad memory such as that. 'His other partner ran to the door, and quickly made his escape cock. I went right to Ilina, and helped her up. She quickly put her robe back on, and took notice of the situation.
'What did you do ?'She asked with a voice of gravitational force as I had never heard her before. 'He was a Lord ... .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 robe. His supporter with the pectus wound was still alive, although barely breathing. Ilina restored him as skillful she could with a healing spell, and some herbs we had collected earlier that day. She then gave him instructions on how to sustain himself until service arrived for him.
After she gathered a few things, which consisted of a bag of septims, and a battalion, she took my hand and yank me out of the house with her. We were fleeing, knowing that there was no opportunity of getting let off, even with the tone-beginning on her. My chum was a Noble.
She got her horse cook, and we mounted them, riding off as quickly as they could carry us. Her home was to the West of town, so we knew we had a chance to make it to the nearest port and escape Skyrim, if we took the gage roads, and kept to ourselves.
On the way, she talked with me. 'We are going to go to my teacher 's family, in Solstheim. He has a place in New rock-and-roll, and we can hide there until we can find transit to Vvardenfel, where there is no sashay of malefactor to any other Imperial Province .'She explained.
We made our way to the coastal regions, and took a sea path to the good port. We let the horses free when we were but a international mile away from the port, so as not to draw attention by being rid of them in the town. When we got there, however, news had already spread of the attack !
The sentry duty noticed us from the verbal description given, undoubtedly by my Brother 's comrade. They pursued us, and we ran once more, but could not lam, for they were on horseback. They quickly caught us. Ilina cast invisibility upon me, and told me to run, as the sentry duty overtook her. She faught them as skillful she could with non-lethal spells, and that is the conclusion I ever saw of her.
I ran until I could run no more, and then the while wore off of me. I was left to my own. All I had was the cognition of the works, and the judgment of a mage. Ilina was a part of the Mages'guild, but had not yet initiated me, wanting me to learn for one Thomas More year before I became a member. But now all I could do was to get myself.
I found a low cave, and hid myself there, thinking what I could do next to escape my situation. But there was nothing I could think of. I knew nothing of her instructor in Solstheim, and I knew not of any way to get to Vvardenfel without taking a sea port, which I was sure all the guards had been alerted of.
So, after two days of staying hidden in the cave, and eating only the lowly sum of money of victual flora there, I came out, and made my way to the eastern United States. I knew I would run into a little settlement somewhere, and hopefully, it would be a place secluded enough to not bear any imperial sentry duty of the Skyrim legion there.
I sustained myself on the many flora along the way, and drank of melted snow. I was cold, having only the mages'gown, but I made due with a enchantment from Illusion, with added warmth to my body. I knew I could work it, if only I could find out a safe place for a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr..
I found a small village after a few twenty-four hours, and made my way slowly into the townspeople inwardness, seeing no planetary house of imperial beard guard duty. I went to the inn, and asked for the name of the village. They told me the town was called Krushlef, and that it was just South of the interface of Prothhilt, which was where Ilina and I were caught by the guards.
I begged them to let me stay the night, but they would not let me without the Au. So I had to be on my way again. I made my way North, going closer to Prothhilt. I found a low stream, just barely trickling with water, for spring was coming in, and it was not stock-still completely.
I cleared a circle in the Snow, and made a small fire there. I knew it was risky, with safety device searching, but I needed warmth and the flame would keep the predators away. So I slept until the morning.
As were my fear, the safety device had spotted me, and were surrounding me when I awoke. They grabbed me, and pushed a material sack over my head. I felt a harsh hit to the back of my head, and all was lost, until I woke up the next forenoon in a cell of iron.
At my trial, I was constrained with a magical barrier, and was testified against by my buddy 's Comrade. I was sentenced to dish a living of thralldom, in any state that I was in, never to be released, only to be passed from one owner to the adjacent, until I die. But that was not my concern.
I had learned, at the tribulation, that the precaution had brought Ilina to Dawnstar once Thomas More, where she was tried and executed for her activeness against a nobleman. She defended herself, but my comrade 's brother had testified there as well, sealing her lot. My parents, whom were dead, were Lord, and that made me a Noble, though of less Charles Frederick Worth than my brother. That is the only thing that saved me from the same luck as Ilina.
As I was shipped to the striver securities industry, I cried to myself over grief of Ilina, and I could not stop. I was so torn by her fate, and by the actions of my brother, that I could not contain myself. My idea shut down, and I was alone, I knew.
My first superior was a Nord by the epithet of Hekleif, whom lived in Solitude. He and his married woman, Neira, used me as a retainer to their house, and treated me very well. They were both sort to me, and fed me well. I grew to have it off them, as I served them well.
When I was XIX, they moved to Vvardenfel, Morrowind, to the metropolis of Vivec. It was sublime and beautiful then, where the Man-God lived. Every edifice stood with slap-up glory, and all the people were high and noble, even the senior high Elves, whom hated the Nords, as far as I was always told. Hekleif liked the city, and he and Neira were both horse barn aliveness in the Foreign poop.
When I was almost twenty years of age, they went bankrupt, for Hekleif and Neira both lost their jobs. They were forced to sell me in the slave market in Vivec, and also their home there as well. They had to move to the city of Caldera, near the Ash sight. I never saw nor heard from them again.
I was kept in the striver food market until I was twenty, being trained properly as the securities industry saw fit, as a slave. They taught me what I now know to this day, of serving, and of being owned. They were professional about it, and they taught me well.
The documents that you hold, you will find, state my magic abilities, and they kept that in careful circumstance. They put an enchantment on me that limited my magic trick, to only let me perform healing magic upon myself, and others. Only one person I know of now, has the power to cabbage that enthrallment.
I was sold soon after I turned twenty, to a wickedness Elf named Tarjain. She lived alone in Pelagaid, and needed a servant to run to the crops she had growing there. She quickly recognized my attainment, and was much satisfied with me ... until one day she came to me, and told me she was selling me to a few travel slave monger. She gave me no grounds, and only one day notice.
The slave traders were cruel to me, and fed me not but once per day. They traveled all the way to Seyda Neen with me, in a caravan. There, they stopped at an inn, and I was sold to the men you received me from.
They were kind, and fed me well. They kept me in a cave, for which I was not the gladdest someone, but I served them as best as I could. They only made me perform task such as cleaning and washing, and other such things. Ralflod was kind to me as well, and told me of his business even.
After three months, you came along, and here I now sit, superior .'She ended her narration. Her cheeks were red as her hair now, and her oculus low to the floor.
Lord Drad walked to her, and picked her Chin up with his digit. 'Thank you for sharing with me your tale. Some was sad to see, and early parts well to see. But I tell you, I am gladiolus to take heard it all, for I now know a petty bit about you. One day, I shall recount you my wide tale, though not so interesting as your own is .'He said.
She nodded. Her bridge player remained on her knees, palms upwards .'I would love to discover it, Master .'She replied quickly.
'Now, however, is the time for you to tell me of the person whom can reverse the captivation upon you .'Lord Drad went into a part of levelness and reason now .'I want a mage, not a simply a lowly striver. You are trained in the elbow room of illusion, so you shall now be getting that back. Whom is this person ?'
'His name is Navan, Navan Drasil .'She said calmly, but with a slim happiness in her voice.
'And where can I rule him ?'Asked Drad.
'He was one of the slave masters back in Vivec. The last I heard of him, he was still there, when I left .'
'Then once we are finished with this junket, you and I are going to urinate a trip to Vivec, and arrive at your powers back, Arla .'overlord Drad said with a grin, and a gay vox.
'Thank you, Master .'She said with dead on target gratefulness

Masters and Lord

The ship made anchor near the coastline the next day, and a good deal was sent to the shore, with ten men, plus Lord Drad and Arla. The mint was large, enough to deport twice as many people as it was. They came ashore, and made their way inland in the snow a bit.
'Okay, lads, go and get what you can, and return within twelve hours. I will be here when you get back. make sure to kill only animals that you can run back here, and only ones that you know to be eatable .'Godhead Drad said aloud to his crew.
They dispersed, on with their Holman Hunt. master Drad and Arla then began to make their way to find out herbaceous plant. They knew what to look for, because of Arla 's experience in such fields.
After a few time of day, Jehovah Drad and Arla had collected a number of herbs for culinary uses, and many with healing holding. They sat them all down in a sack next to the raft, then went out again, to explore for more.
It was nearing sundown when they were finished collecting herbaceous plant. Godhead Drad and Arla sat following to the mass with a fire burning at the stake brightly, waiting for the crew to recall from their hunt. But they still had another two hours, before they had to riposte to the ship.
Maker Drad knew that this check would set them back even more, but he knew morale of his crew was important. He knew that without a crowd to man the ship, NO particular would arrive at all, so he made a sacrifice, to gain core for the gang. They would then be happy with their lot, and would make the sailing a lot smoother.
As they sat in the firelight, Lord Drad practiced a few moves with his sword, as Arla watched him. She wondered, as she saw his swift motion, what her Master 's background knowledge was. Had he always been a merchant ? Had he learned his slipway from his family, or from somewhere else, and started the company on his own ? Did he own Drad merchant Co. ? Where was he from, originally ? All these affair soared through her mind as she saw his flashes of steel.
The night was growing on, when they heard a tumult about the area. They heard distant stochasticity, and distinctly lead vocalism for trusted. Then they saw a blowlamp, and knew that the hunting political party was back finally. Arla waited for her Master, 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 Charles Percy Snow. On it, there were a number of animate being, not all of them to be made out in this sparkle. As they came closer, Lord Drad went to them.
He found that there was not just one, but three totes, each with a number of creature on them. Obviously, the Richard Morris Hunt went well for the gang. As they pulled, each had a grin upon their faces. Godhead Drad as well had a vast grin, knowing his crew was felicitous.
As they pulled, Lord Drad sent up a spell of pure light into the air, as if someone had taken the Sun, and made it into the size of a human brain, and cast it a hundred yards above the land. It lit the way for them to see to the raft, still being quite a ways away. After the spell was cast, Divine Drad got behind the last tote, and helped tug it to the raft.
As they sat it down, master Drad said to his crowd. 'Okay, we are going to tamp down what we can onto the flock, 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 batch, to get us out of here in only one more trip. When on the ship, you will take it all to the cookhouse, and into the dusty room, putting it where you can. After that, go directly to your bunk, and ease ... the ship will be manned by the rest of the crew, since you all made the hunt .'He then started packing the animals into the raft.
Arla noticed all sorting of them : a boar, two deer, and a pot Leo the Lion, along with two distich of rabbit. It did n't take long for the unscathed crew to get the brute into the raft, and then afloat. Arla and Drad stayed with the Hunter, while the relief of them rowed back to the ship.
The men sat around the fire, warming themselves with it, as Arla and Maker Drad sat back from them, and watched the muckle make it to the ship safely, then set out unloading the match into the ship. Then, after twenty dollar bill minutes or so, they saw another raft being lowered down from the side of the ship, and the other rowing back to shore.
Arla now felt the cold upon her. She was garbed in a cloak of fur, which Lord Drad had let her use, but she was still now chilled to her very bones. But her Master was by the shore, not adjacent to the fervency, so there, just behind him, she remained.
Lord Drad greeted the lot with a smile, then immediately began to charge it with the carcass of the animals, along with the quietus of the hunters, while the men in the raft stayed in, so they could just pull up back out. The second flock arrived just as that one was pulling off of shore.
The mess was quickly loaded up, and then the tote were left, the fervor snuffed with snow. Arla grabbed the sack of herbs, and then followed her professional. noble Drad, and the rest of the gang got in the mint, and went back to the ship. When they boarded the ship, Lord Drad and Arla went right to the Captain 's cuddle, where he issued the order to set sail to his men. Admiral Ply was asleep now, so there was no need to trouble oneself him, when Lord Drad had a voice just as well.
As the ship was beginning to move, Arla all of a sudden came airless to God Almighty Drad and grabbed onto his arm. She held him closely to herself. Lord 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 hold of him.
'Arla ?'He questioned.
She pulled away from him, and put her hands behind her back, her headland facing the deck of cards now .'I am blue, Master, I had no rightfield to touch you without your stock-purchase warrant .'She said in offering of apology
noble Drad nodded his capitulum, then looked to the masts, which were now at replete sail. He turned, and walked his way to his cabin, Arla behind him. But before he reached the door, he took her in his implements of war quickly, and held her tightly. He remained his cargo deck for some time, before patting her back, and returning his base on balls to the cabin.
Arla followed him into the cabin, and waited as he took off his fleshy cloak. She then took it, and placed it on the rack, near the threshold. She took off her own cloak, and put it there as well. The cabin was strong, being heated by the fires of the galley being filtered of sens, 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 stay warmer .'Lord Drad said, now sitting at his desk. 'Now, come, and sit future to me .'He said.
She went to his English, and sat with her legs below her bottom, next to him on the story. She was stark altitude for Lord Drad to pet her hair's-breadth, as his pet. 'They told me they were giving me a pet, and now, I have one for certain .'He said, as he stroked her hair softly. She giggled quite a bunch at that, being pleased with her lot for now.
Jehovah Drad soon stopped petting his little pet, and pulled out the Captain 's Log of the ship. He began to pen down the activeness of the Nox, and the hours that it took. He kept report of their time, and their food supply. He wrote also, about the herbs that were collected, and of his hard worker 's expertise on the subject.

Jehovah Drad leaned over in his bed and felt adjacent to him the soft, ardent body of Arla. Her cutter material body was plush to the touch, but firm as well, with the gentleness of silk, and warm as a orb of fervor. Her whisker smelled of the herbs they were collecting, and her breathing rolled about like a melodic wind.
He wrapped his blazonry about her, and closed his eyes once more, returning to his sleep. Arla, however, was not asleep. She felt his arms come about her, and felt his ventilation quicken, knowing that for an blink of an eye, he was thinking about her. She knew he felt for her, at least somewhat. She was favourable, to take a master that cared for her.
She turned in his arm, facing him now, and putting her arms about him. She felt his thick soundbox, yet not harsh. It was comfortable to hold, to feel. She closed her oculus, and fell into a peaceful 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 dresser, then dressed in his common attire. He slipped quietly into his office, and pulled out his leger on slave grooming. As he sifted through the pageboy, he noticed that the paper he had ordered that Arla read were now out of gild ... he knew he did not touch them, so she must have actually read them, spacing her time on her own.
The papers were her training club, her speech formula, her right actions in sure position, and former such things as she needed to have it away. overlord Drad was delight to see that she had read them. He then looked into the book more, to find other utile mite on the grooming. This was the for the first time fourth dimension he had ever taken a slave, and he was not used to certain things. Sometimes he felt the book was teaching him how to be a passe-partout, rather than train her how to be a slave.
As he sifted through the pageboy, Arla awoke. She got up, and went into the office immediately, not even getting dressed first. She knew that her firstly duty upon waking were to find her master, and present for orders. Upon opening the door, Lord Drad turned in his death chair to see her.
Her fuzz was a mess, being unbrushed yet, and her aspect had a pipeline, from where she had laid her head on the line of a blanket. Her trunk, her expression, everything, however, was perfect. She was the exercise every woman should come after, to being a beautiful womanhood.
She knelt beside her Master, and bowed her head. Maker Drad looked to her, peering down her sweetened back, with fluid cutis, and a few freckles here and there. 'Get up, Arla .'He told her. 'Go get dressed, and make for the day .'
She walked back into the chambers. As she turned, Lord Drad noticed her merchantman : 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 yoke of woolen socks, and then a pair of leather boots, tightly lacing up her shin. As she brushed her hair and teeth, she thought about the night she had just had. How wonderful it had been.
nobleman Drad kept reading, learning what he could from it. He went about his obligation charting a course of instruction from Solitude to New Rock, Solstheim. He looked to his map, plotting the road, and marking on a trip indicator, in the backward half of the master 's Log. He marked it reappearance Journey, 3E208, away calendar month 26 day. He then put his pencil aside, and pulled out a bed sheet of new parchment from a desk draftsman. Arla came back then, as he began to save.
She knelt next to him as he sit in his chair. She waited for her Master to respond to her, as he wrote on the lambskin. He wrote out the delivery item, and logged it, then put it in his Log, for documentation 's purposes.
He looked down at Arla, and spoke to her. 'Get our cloaks, and a helm as well, they are in the water closet .'She got up, and went into the elbow room, then returned with two helms of fur. She then got the cloaks off of the rack, and put one upon her Master. They were made from a heavy fur as well.
They went down to the galley, and got a breakfast of wild boar essence and heavy clams. Arla brung the crustal plate to a table, then awaited nobleman Drad 's monastic order 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 father. I will be accepting any deliveries that bring us in, or near Vivec. There, we will make a detour, and ascertain this Navan Drasil, and see if we can not make you a working mage again .'He spoke, as he looked upon the pageboy. He traced his finger's breadth down a trade wind rabble, which brought them from New Rock to Khuul, then from Khuul to Hlo Oad, and on to Ebonhart. That was three period, and his beginner was sure to make deliverance to and from each of the coastal cities .'I will be using half a bunch, to cut back on costs for the journey. Since we will not be making a large voyage, the seas can be navigated by XXV men, always with half resting, to keep back them rotated and unwary When we make it to Ebonhart, we will delay our journey by ship, and go to Vivec, to find our little Magician .'
Arla silently listened to him, taking bites from her food now and then. She took in all of what he said, and could not hold back until they got her magic back. 'Thank you, my master !'She told him, with the tone of a grateful char in her center.
They were on the top deck, when the shore of solitude was spotted, and in another hour, they were pulling into the haven. The crowd unloaded the ship, putting it in wagons owned by the Imperial horde to institute them to the garrison. noble Drad gathered the proper signatures from the officer, then went back aboard the ship as the crew closed the holding deck of cards 's door.
He marked in his Log that he received the signature tune from the ship's officer, and they were returning to New Rock, Solstheim soon after. He went to the senior pilot 's nest, on pack of cards, and gave the routs to admiral Ply, sending the ship in its track to Solstheim. Arla stood following to him as he looked from his nest, peering into the icy sea.
'When in New stone, I shall go to the clothing trade good depot, and we shall get you new dress, to withstand the cold 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 days. The ship was hauling through the wave now quickly, with a blow of wind from the due south, pushing them along. New rock was achieved within the hebdomad, and they made port there.
Lord Drad had sent the letter to his father three days ago, so he should make word of their approach. It was midday when they were docked. They had no onus, and they needed to get their profits back to the Drad Merchant Co. place, in Trasklin. But, there was a weekly rider, coming back and Forth River with newsworthiness between here and there. They would simply send and await word by way of messenger
In the mean time, nobleman Drad took Arla out, and through the cold Town. As they walked down the path, to reach out New rock'n'roll, the wind caught delay of their cloaks, and even with them on, they were rather cold. They made their way to the clothing store. Arla tried on a few cloaks, and a few robes, all made for the winter. She also tried on a few couplet of pants, lined with satin. Jehovah Drad looked through the cover, in which he found a gamey quality fur mantle, with a soft cotton lining in it, for an extra layer for Arla and Lord Drad to sleep with.
Paying for the blanket, and a numbers of robes and bloomers for Arla, the bill came out to sixty septims. Lord Drad took out a small bag of coins, and handed the lady at the counter a few gold pieces. They walked back to the ship, and put the material away, the cover upon the bed, and Arla 's apparel in the closet.
'Next, we are going to observe you a genuine weapon .'overlord Drad said. 'We will detect a steel David Smith, and have him custom forge you a arm that you can properly wield'
Arla nodded her school principal. 'Yes, Master .'
Arla followed her captain to the local smithy, and entered the shop. 'We would like to let a sword hired hand forged, to fit her meridian, exercising weight, and manner. I care not the toll .'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 metals : silver medal, Steel, Iron, or Adamantium .'I would like it to be Steel, with traces of silver grey in the concoction, if it can be done .'Arla told him.
'It can be .'He then put ten bricks of steel out of a vault, and one of silver. Putting it in his cart, he lead them to the smelting pot. 'Now, this steel can either be curved, as a saber, or rapier, or it can be in the style of the Elsweyr Katana, with only a gentle curve. If it is to fit her height and weight, I would not suggest a large brand, such as a bastard, or a claymore mine. Just peg with the ignitor vogue .'
Arla saw a telephone number of grip for each expressive style of blade, and many that she felt were very comfortable in her grip .'I 'll take the Katana dash, and with this type of pummel and handgrip .'She said, holding up a black cloth, wrapped around bamboo, which was wrapped and stuck tightly to the lower tang of the sword.
'Very well .'He chose the mold for her blade, 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 hammer and anvil ready to begin curving her blade to a everlasting Angle. 'Come back and see me in a few hours, and I might be gear up to start taking her exact size, and where she is comfortable swinging it .'
Lord Drad and Arla went to the foods commodity store. Drad Merchant Co. takes care of all galley meals, and all meals that come from the ship. But each case-by-case bunch could buy his own extra items, freely, with their own earnings. Drad merchant Co. would not pay for it, but would take into account them to do it.
Arla suggested that the buy bristleback meat, being a more tasty pork than pig. Lord Drad saw her level, and bought six pounds of it. He was not getting much, only hooey for his own privet meals. His cabin had an icebox, and it also had a wood burning stove. He could cook in his cabin just ok, and did quite often.
Lord Drad got a few Pound of potatoes, and a few grip of herbs. There was not much in the way of vegetables, being a harsh winter. The safe they got were a survival of the fittest from a lowly bag of blackberry bush for ten septims, or a unmarried tomato for eight Au. Lord Drad got the bristleback meat, the potatoes, and the herbs, all for 20 septims
But Lord Drad had that 180 septims, his plowshare of the gold barroom, and he was also paid a sum of money as a incentive, for every good manner of speaking he makes. For every complete delivery, Lord Drad got an superfluous hundred septims, as a fee for his servicing, not to remark a monthly salary of 4'000 septims, which Drad merchandiser Co. pays him every fourth dimension he is in to port at his hometown haven of Winterhold. He always saved to the highest degree of it, but keeping a fourth part of it in atomic number 79 in his room, for his own disbursal while he was on a journeying.
He had 800 septims left from that as well, from end month 's payment of remuneration. With buying the trade good and food, they now had 900 septims to hold up them for two hebdomad. It was the 17th of April, and he would get ahead 4'000 septims to his name on the 1st of May, waiting for him to pick up at the Drad merchandiser Co. halls, on a dock in Winterhold.
Almighty Drad and Arla put away all the good in the cabin, back at the boat, and the crew made their stumble into Ithiel Town at their pleasure. They were simply waiting for the weekly messenger. Besides, it was good for the crew to take a day or two to breathe.
The messenger came a day later, around mid day, and delivered a letter to Creator Drad. It was an prescribed Drad Merchant Co. envelope. Something to do with occupation of the caller was inside, indicating transferee orders, or new load invoices. Lord Drad opened it to bring out his father 's reply to his earlier letter.

overlord Nikolai Drad, master of the frigate Winterwriter,
I have heard your request, and have thought it through about it. I have seen that there are many routs in the Topal Sea open for craft. You will receive bill in Winterhold by the 1st of May, and will from then on be in bearing of the two domain, both Southern Tamriel, and Northern. I will take fear of the small coastal trades here on Solstheim.
Until the 1st of May, you are spare to do as you wish. I have no more special orders for you, so you are finely to go back to your steady duties as wizard of the Skyrim sphere 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 water sometime next week and sending it to Winterhold, with a specter crew on it. There, full admiral Ply may be named captain of that ship, and given any set of routs that you feel him capable of.
On to the topic of your slave. Do not let her interfere with business. She may help as practically as you desire, but when it is more a problem than a help, I warn you, it will soon turn bad for you.
For these side by side two workweek, go wherever you wish, on free lance employment. You are the Champion of the Skyrim fleet, so you may trade as you wish. On the 1st, and view the bill, and you decide which ones you will take, and which to reject.
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, and brought it to his desk. He marked on his log his following action at law, and what had taken place. Arla and he then went back to the smithy, once the paperwork was taken maintenance of.
The smithy was just finishing pounding out the blade.
Almighty Drad had Arla instruct the smithy on how long, duncish, widely, and heavy her katana should be. After she gave her measurement, the smithy once again took out a hammer and anvil and got them ready. He placed the unfinished katana into a kiln to stir up the steel and silver enough to let it bend to the hammers manipulation.
It took five or six minutes of being in the kiln before it was make, but Lord Drad and Arla stuck around and watched the smithy workplace in his shop. They watched him hammer the katana at first dislodge hand, then with a pair of pair of tongs, and once more in a cast, to hold the hits from spreading metal that was not meant to move. The forge was finished after another hours worth of study, with the steel and pummel. He then set to work fitting it with a handle, using the same style as Arla had earlier picked out.
They watched as the bare metal became the shape of a katana, custom built for Arla 's manner and size. It came out to be three and half feet foresightful, and had a razor sharp sword on. Arla 's eyes lit up when he said that all that was left was the sheath.
'Well, do you want the classic sheath, or would you like a backwards sheath ?'The smithy said, setting the finished steel on a tabulator, while cocktail dress were sought
'A classic design, please .'She said.
'And what color should you like the wrapping, and the clutch ?'He asked.
'The clasp should be pitch-black, and the wrapping shall be red, with small portions of black .'Arla directed the smithy.
'Okay, so, make me another few hours, to perfect the sheath to the sword, get nestling gouge out of the blade, and overall perfective tense it. If there is anything you would like written upon the sword, now is the time to tell me where and what you want .'The smithy informed 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 vane, and very small-scale .'He handed the Smithy a patch of parchment containing God Almighty Drad 's seal figure. 'And upon the leaf blade, it shall have purpose of fire and tip, all about it. shuffling sure enough 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 60 minutes later, it was finished, and Arla had a complete sword to hollo her own. Jehovah Drad spoke with the smithy, and asked how much the Robert William Service would cost him.
'Well, each bar of brand was 20 septims, and each of ash grey was 40 septims The service fee will be 200 septims, and the completed sword will hail out to around, four hundred and XL septims'The Smithy tallied up the bill. 'Also, if your working in the Imperial Legion fort, you have a special bank discount, making the first legal profession of sword free .'
'No, I am Champion of Drad merchant Co., but I am not directly associated with the Imperial horde .'Jehovah Drad told the forge.
'Then four hundred forty it is .'He said. As he was paid, he handed Arla her sword with a thin bow of his head. Lord Drad and Arla walked back to the ship, and decided to commence looking up plans for saving.
master Drad looked to the maps in his cabin that closed in on the Vvardenfel Island, and sought business deal routs that came near Vivec. He saw one, which lead him from New careen, to Dagon Fel, Vvardenfel, then on to Tel Mora, Morrowind, and finally, stopping right in the city of Vivec, Foreign one-quarter. lord Drad marked a new rout for the ship, on its rabble function, and captain 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 chambers were quite large, and she had enough room to swing loosely. Lord Drad continued to document the activities. He then wrote off a letter to his founding father, giving his specific directions of his ship, and where the stop consonant would be.
The Northern miner, a belittled tavern, needed a stop sent away, to the measure of their disbursal in goods. Their load to Dagon Fel consisted of a round-eyed man of composition with red ink upon it. But they were also guaranteed to gain another lode, on the way back, directed to New Rock, being able-bodied to hit more legal transfer, even on the way back.

admiral Ply gave the orders to shove off from port, and head the way to Dagon Fel. They made good clip, only a day and a half, and were loading up crates in Dagon Fel, for ten septims a bit. They made an slowly 500 septims, by taking them to Tel Mora.
In Tel Mora, they were paid 6'000 septims to look at 30 crates of potions to the Foreign quartern of Vivec. The journey was well balanced, for they now had just enough cargo to make it worth the misstep down to Foreign Quarter anyways. But master Drad was glad they were able-bodied to make some gold on the way, paying for the head trip in gold.
In the Foreign tail, they unloaded the crates of potions and had them hauled up to the city medical examination university. Lord Drad then had no more deliveries, so he had clip to search for Navan Drasil. He also had time to depend for a livery, for the return home, as not to do in a trip.
To begin his lookup, he looked in the canton used for selling slaves the most, which was the orbit Kwangchow. Lord Drad began to attend for the established trade food market 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 sharp trader, and man of affairs, overlord Drad could see. 'He is the one whom put the enchantment upon me, master .'
'Very well, we have your papers, and all we need to do is pay the fee, and sign up sure prescribed paper, and they should turn back the enchantment upon you .'They walked up to the stall, and mentioned whom they were, and their use. 'And I am her current owner, and wish to have her captivation taken off, for I am subject of handling a Magician striver. She is not deserving as much to me, as a round-eyed doll .'Divine Drad finished.
'Very well, just let me get the proper papers, and you can have her a operative Mage by sunset .'Drasil said happily. 'It is always a good sight, seeing more owners skilled enough to moderate Magic Users as slaves. Only thaumaturge now days can do it normally, but it pleases me to see a Master that is not a conjuror, controlling a necromancer Slave .'The man said as he flipped through a monolithic amount of parchment papers.
'Oh, I am a magic exploiter, Sir .'Lord Drad said .'I am a thaumaturge, of the blood Drad. I was trained at the Nord academy of Solstheim, then in the imperial beard metropolis at the Arcane University. My knowledge of magic is satisfactory ,'
'I see, that certainly does characterize as a Magic substance abuser, and also, whatever rank you are in the Mages Guild will count for you when reversing this. Mages'order penis get half off of the fee .'Navan said, pulling out a calamus now. noble Drad pulled out his own : a perfective nibbed Clifracer feather, with a cap that was silver. 'Just signal at the bottomland of every page .'Navan said.
'I am a 3rd point Warlock, a 2nd degree Wizard, and a 1st arcdegree mage. My social rank is Agent, and I am a Spellwrite of the Guild as well .'Lord Drad dipped his pinion in the pot of red ink on the tabular array, and began signing his distinct signature. It went quickly, the papers being signed and documented. After all the papers were done, nobleman Drad got a copy of each shroud, by way of legerdemain duplicate.
'Now, we will go to the store elbow room right away, and I shall find the tour to off this enthrallment. I have it put in a curlicue, in caseful I have need of a quick reverse .'He was very cheery about his piece of work. He was too cheery, in fact. 'The fee is three hundred septims I will demand the Au upfront, I am afraid. Other than that, we are almost ready .'
They walked into the small room, and looked around a bit for his scrolls. He spied them up on top of one of the drawers, and pulled the bundle of old, browned, spell scrolls. He searched through them a piece, reading the small text edition of each one, in order to find the one he was looking for.
overlord Drad saw the old spell, and knew they were in luck, as Navan pulled it out of the bundle. They walked out into the belittled area before the kiosk, and Navan had Arla rack in the center of a dress circle drawn in the floor. He read off the incantation and the energy wrapped around him, and down his arm, into the circle, dispersing as it was nearing Arla. A pretty purple and green color the energy took frame of ! Arla stood amazed at the graveness of Magic that was being held on her, not letting her mold her own spells. The sorcerer whom created this was a maestro of his craft indeed.
'Thank you !'Arla said to Navan. She looked to her passe-partout, and said. 'Master, it is my duty to express you the magnitude of my mogul, in a demonstration. You shall then have sex the potentiality of your Slave .'
Maker Drad thought about it. He looked to Navan, and spoke. 'Yes, it is. Is there a place around here that she is aloud to do a demonstration of magic here ?'
Navan looked over his shoulder. 'Our main position are in the St. Proteus anguinus Canton. Come with us this night, when we close. We will let you use our practice elbow room, for a display. We will also append a belittled demonstration, if you wish .'Navan replied, smiling with a sharp chomp.
'That will befit me fine .'Godhead Drad said. 'When do you shut down ?'
'We will be closing in picayune under three hours .'Navan said. He tucked the gold God Almighty Drad gave him into a small chest, for funds. 'You may return here, or I can mark our office 's location on your map, and you can come up there with your striver in three hours ; we will set you up a praxis 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 first sentence buying ; we specialize in helping new possessor .'Navan said.
Jehovah Drad was a simple Nord merchandiser. He did n't recognize anything about the mainstream hard worker finish. But he did know a sales lurch when he heard one. He knew the man 's style : puff them in, make them well-fixed, then induce a sale based off of excited and whim purchasing.
Even in Morrowind, Jehovah Drad thought, there are still swindlers, just as there were back in Cyrodiil. 'Alright, mark it on my map, and we will use your field for a demo. I will bring a few pieces of amber, but not much. I will buy a few things, but I have little gold to due with, so you 'll hold to bare with my little ask .'He explained, rather pushy, what was going to materialize. But Navan took the come-on, and put Lord Drad in dominance of the conversation.
Back on the ship, the men were doing their day by day embrasure responsibility. Whenever they were at larboard, they were to wash the deck, check the canvas, check all ancestry and rudders, and do world-wide maintenance. The crew was also to refill on urine, where it could be gotten for free. God Almighty Drad took a snip board and walked into the shop room of the ship, where they kept their food provision.
He took count of their supplying, doing a perfect stock list hitch. Arla stood adjacent to him with an ink pot, as he held the flight feather and paperboard. He looked up and down the shelves from front to back, opening up cabinets, checking every door. Arla helped by moving whatever her Master pointed to, and helping strike counts of all the single trade good.
When they were finished, Lord Drad was able to account all the supplying, in a complete nutrient index. He then sat down in his office, and decided what needed to be ordered and bought for supplies, on their way back to Winterhold.
They had on gameboard the ship right then these thing :
Lettuces 9
Tomato 5
Irish potato bag 6
boar meat 160 lbs.
Venison meat 50 lbs.
Elmer Leopold Rice 70 lbs.
shekels 30 lbs.
Tea 30 lbs.
Salt 60 lbs.
Herbs 37 lbs.
egg 12 crates
wine ( cooking ) 17 bottles
vino ( pledge ) 8 bottles
flour 25 lbs
garlic 40 lightbulb
cheese 6 steering wheel

Lord Drad looked at the inclination, 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 walls in the Captain 's cabin could talk, and were writing their news report.
He then wrote out a list of goods they would need to make it to Winterhold, Skyrim. He wanted to name no food blockage, and no breaks needed. He wanted to be in Winterhold by the 1st of May, which was just 5 days away. They were still in the metropolis of Vivec, which was all the way on the Southern end of Vvardenfel.
When the tilt was made, it was labeled very simply, so that the crew could be easily charged with the task of gathering food and supplies from the traders of the urban center. full admiral Ply took 90 septims, and a few of his staff officers took 50 septims each. They went out with the list Lord Drad gave to them, as overlord Drad went to the St. Proteus anguinus canton, and to the main offices of the Slave Traders'.
Creator Drad walked in, and was greeted by a untried Breton, with a lowly configuration, and a pretty smile. 'Welcome to the Vivec St. olm faction of Vvardenfel slave trader Co.'She said in a cute Western vox. She sounded as if she was from High Rock. 'What is your clientele here, father, Lady ?'
'We were sent here by Navan Drasil, for a demonstration, and a bit of looking through your inventorying .'Jehovah Drad said. He had a bag of gold with him, with around 50 septims in it, which was all he was leave to spend in this station, no matter how serious the stuff looked.
The Breton nodded her head. 'Ah, yes, you will find Navan just through these doors .'She pointed behind her. 'Our inventory and shop class is that way .'She pointed up the stairs, where there was a small gate, and then an spiritual world area.
'Navan said to do soon, so we shall go to this demonstration first .'Lord Drad spoke.
They walked into the back, and discovered a full sized preparation elbow room, with a fighting pit, a bow mountain chain, and a illusion practice session section as well. There were also cages, and cell, and thorax of stuff around. This was where the hard worker were trained properly.
Navan was sitting next to a manful Argonian striver, whom was taking a breaking from bow shooting. 'Ah, Lord Drad, good to see you here. We have the presentation all set up. It is a bit of an obstical course, but she will make it through just fine, I am sure. There is nothing dangerous, so do n't worry for her base hit .'He spoke to Lord Drad only.
'Of course of study .'Lord Drad said. 'Arla, are you ready to do this ?'He asked her.
'She is, of course .'Navan said. 'She would not stimulate asked to do this task without being ready. She was trained like that .'He answered for her. 'We trained her here, and we have never once had a faulty striver. Ask her even .'
'Arla ?'Lord Drad asked.
'He speaks the true statement .'She said.
'Alright, well, continue then .'Almighty Drad said.
She walked up to the practice area, and looked to the back of the bow scope. There was a pocket of watermellons at the end of the range. Arla cast an open mitt to the ground, pulling up the energy, and wrapping it around her altogether arm. She then threw it quickly at the watermellons, splattering them and bursting them open, in a red rain. Her eyes remained at the range the whole time.
Navan looked to her casting the spell, and made commentaries on her. 'She just cast an vitality patch at it. It took them, and sent enough energy into them to burst open .'Arla saw the small chest in the essence of the room, and knew she was to spread it. She pushed her digit to the level, and picked up a pinch of dust, then poured it into the lock. She stepped back a bit, and pulled her hired man out about her, as she was grabbing at the air. She collected the push from the air, and sent it into the curl maw. It froze up well, freezing the detritus in place, she then knelt down, and used the brilliant baron of the earth, to amass her free energy. She drew up a red energy, with a black tone to it. She cast it directly into the whorl pickle, breaking the ice into shatters, and snapping the lock off of it.
Navan explained to Maker Drad that she was using elemental energy, which was a style of Wizardry that Worlocks used. He said that Magic that was pulled out of specific elements, and not out of objects, or your own shop, then it was elemental thaumaturgy. He said that normal Magic was generated by a depot of Energy we have already in our eubstance ... which are the simple, almost s hand like spells, that we master in. Then, you have the spells that you have to larn, which you may or may not make enough zip to do out of your own supplying. You may then learn an increase to invest upon your spells, making them all more powerful. A way of directly collecting energy right when you perform your spell. Now, the most difficult spell are Ritual Magic, which most sentence, you will find shaman specializing in. They draw their senior high school total of required energy right from their ritual. In fact, almost of the operational parts of a ritual are not the creating of the charm, but the collecting of energy.
By the time Navan had explained the different types of Magic, God Almighty Drad had seen his Slave destroy a pocket-sized crateful with a petite bolt of get-up-and-go the sizing of his quill .'I am a seasoned genius, I know the styles and type .'Lord Drad told Navan.
'Oh, of course you are. I was just mentioning them out of use, thinking outloud I guess .'He replied. He was deffinately sort of strange : just a bit too happy about his job. But, he was also a Manic little fellow, whom had spent time beyond the logic gate, into the relm of Sheogorath, which was named properly, the shivering isle. He was comfortably insane.
Arla went to the lowest aim. She saw a ghost at the end of the grasp, and knew it to be harmful, by its gloriole. She threw a globe of fire down at it, and immediately sent another vigour bolt of lightning after it. She started flinging out deadbolt of energy from her arm, hitting the touch one by one, weakening its nimbus. She then gathered energy from the air about her, and flung a charged zip bolt after the ghost, which was now advancing on her. It hit the specter in its upper region, and the phantasma disappeared.
'She is a very skilled magician in destruction, and trick I can tell. I wonder what else she can do in early playing field .'Navan kept remarking with things like this every few minutes.
Arla then finished her presentment and walked back to her Master, getting on her knees in full presentation. She kept her headland down, and eyes lowered in respect to her Master, and awaited for his orders. Lord Drad petted her oral sex, as one would do a minor kitten. 'You may stand, and follow me, Arla .'
She got to her feet, and stood a whole tone behind Lord Drad with her helping hand behind her back, locked there in a firm traveling bag. She was still, and make to wait on noble Drad, just as she was perfectly trained to do. Navan, knowing it was his acquisition that shaped Arla like that, glowed in superbia at his work being so well used.
'Ah, if you are all done, you will rule our store up here, stark with everything a slave owner should have, for a very affordable damage .'Navan said, leading them up some stairs. They were then in a room wide-cut of shackles, traps, collars, leashes, ropes, masquerade, differentiate clothes, and other various appurtenance, all for maintaining a slave. 'Most of it is under ten amber per point .'Navan stated, as overlord Drad walked up one of the aisle.
Arla was a foot away from him, as though she were leashed. She kept her caput up, but her eyes 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 troika. 'It 's for Orc slaves .'Navan said, seeing the facial expression Maker Drad gave. 'Only stuff that 'll curb 'em .'
overlord Drad found two items that interested him. He found a catch, which had a special loop, for attaching leash, roach, and other affair such as that. He saw that the monetary value was only 5 Septims for it, he grabbed it. He also liked the masquerade party that was hanging up on a shelf. It was a Masquerade Masque, and it had a female cheek, with disgraceful scrawl all over it, as if her picket white flesh was being ripped to let on the bloody red bones. And the masquerade party portreyed very well.
Jehovah Drad looked at some leashes, and got one, just as an impulse detail. He also got her a small blanket, in which she could enfold up in durring the day. Since she was small, she could coil up in a chair, and she could use that blanket now to go along warm.
Navan gave them a discount on both the reversial of enchantment, and for the goods he bought. 'As one Mage to a thaumaturge, you are a rare peck. Even for one whom subject Magic, you are a rare sight to see. One that can keep that one as a slave, with her magic untamed. That is why I had to sap it, she was a feisty one .'Navan said .'I congratulate you on your accomplishment, Master whiz !'
Creator Drad and Arla walked back to the ship little after dark, and went to their cabin. noble Drad put down the collar and masque, and then had Arla set down the leash and her mantle. She set them down on the death chair right next to her.
'I am going to give the ordination to Admiral Ply to defecate way to Seyda Neen 1st thing in the morning .'Her master copy told her, just before walking out the door. She was left to do with what she could.
She picked up the collar, and leash, and put it gently on the board. She picked up her masque and also set it on the mesa. Her blanket, she put on her usual chairman, which was large, and very soft. She could see herself curled up in that on cold days.
She sat in her chairperson with her blanket, curled up, and reading her lambskin that Lord Drad had written out for her. She wanted to learn as best she could, and to study his will, and turn adamant in her duties would be the best thing for her she knew. She was curled up as a kitten when her superior returned from the deck of cards, his cloak a bit wet.
'It 's about to get going raining tonight .'He commented to her. 'We will be in for rough weather condition tomorrow, and the next day as well, nearly likely. The Inner Sea, here on the West side of Vvardenfel, gets many leaping storms, and it will be a devilish ride back up to Solstheim. I made a mob back up the slide, but did not count on storms .'Lord Drad looked to the table, then noticed Arla at his knees, awaiting decree. He picked up the collar, and wrapped it gently around Arla 's neck, tightening it properly. He took the leash, and clasped it to the collar, holding the handle side.
Arla awaited her Master 's move, for her to actuate, or otherwise. She remained on her knees, at attention, for any signs from her Owner. Her master finally yanked the leash, pulling her to her human foot. She walked to her Master 's wing, and stood behind him, her hands lock away behind her back in obeisance 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 maestro 's voice, she could separate, was set on this, wanting to learn a new art. She gladly smiled, and nodded her header, glad to see her owner 's grin. 'The three, we will not be using so very much, but the collar you are to keep on, being a symbol .'
Her Master walked about the Foreign Quarter of the city of Vivec with her, behind him and leashed. She kept her length to a whole tone back from her Master, being the most practical of space to be at post. She followed her skipper 's every move with neat attention to her Master 's needs.
Lord Drad went down into the Canton 's many covered expanse, where they were surrounded by shop and entrepot, along with a phone number of hoi polloi moving about the domain, in an indoors market. Lord Drad took this chance to look for cheap goods, to decorate his cabin a bit more. He had never really made it as a home, but now he knew he was going to make that embark his permanent residence. He picked up a bit of things, from a globe with a stand, and a wall map of the many sea and ocean. He also got an hour glass, along with a overnice calendar, made with the guided hands of Mages'Guild uranologist. It all cost him around 100 Septims.
By ten at night, Arla and her Master were just putting all his new decorations into the role, and setting them up. It was eleven at nighttime when there were finally done with that, and onto the other labor. 'What am I going to do about a trade, to make the misstep up North worth while. It 's not like me to go from one major city without leaving with cargo to be taken to another city .'God Almighty Drad said to himself, as he smoked his pipe, aloft in his death chair comfortably.
The Nox wore on with Lord Drad in his chairperson, smoking his tobacco pipe, and drinking a small sum of money of skooma in a cup of tea. It would be just enough to post him into a passive dream Department of State. Arla was curled up in her chair, now right adjacent to God Almighty Drad 's, that way she could lean his pipe, and help him fix his drinks as he needed.
When the hour methamphetamine emptied once more, they knew the 60 minutes to be one in the first light. Godhead Drad gulped the last of his tea, and then took off his cloak. Arla took it, and hung it up on the rack, then came back to help her lord to his bedroom.

To Dream of the Mist
Lord Drad laid in his bed, with Arla succeeding to him, her warm organic structure side by side to his. He saw into the sky, stars all about him, the mist incedibly duncical, but soft as pillows to contact. He reached out, and grabbed a minuscule handful of the maven, the dust all over his fingertips now.
Arla saw him extend to up and take hold of at the air in the cabin, but knew not what her Master was doing, or what he wanted to seize. 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 upshot before. She only knew that hallucinations were one of the many effects of it though.
Divine Drad went off into his individual dreaming, 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 Devil of the quite a little. He felt the ash then move around 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 magnetic north, trying to keep themselves at a riotous step. They could n't be running from the storm, for it was just a spring violent storm, and they were already in it. They must have been trying to outsail something else.
By the prison term master Drad had turned, another sprey hit him in the facial expression, and the scene changed to a humble podium in the Arcane University, in the Imperial City, with a row of Isidor Feinstein Stone bench curved about it. It was where his stratum for Summoning were usually taught. He sat at the soapbox, and he had a small gem at his manus. He picked it up, and an ethereal serpant appeared near him, coiling up, and hissing at the croud. Lord Drad wispered to it, and it slithered away a few base, then proceded to eat itself, fag end first. This was a upstage memory Lord Drad had, from when he showed the top executive one could make over an brute 's will, when you use the top executive of illusion, conjuration, and summoning. He was promoted in the Mages'Guild the day he made that presentation.
But the serpent then burst into another mist, this prison term bright red, with bar of black and yellowish bolting through them. noble Drad searched, but all around him, the colors flashed in and out of huis head.
Arla watched from the face of the bed, as her Master turned gently from side of meat to side in his bed. His eubstance, she noticed, was now covered in sweat, and his breath was getting shorter. She watched him mouth out some tidings, and then cast his helping hand about the night air, but nothing after that.
Divine Drad started to once again see through the mist once more, to find that he was now in the imperial City, Waterfront District. He was behind the finally house of the street, and the fence was lit up by a torch ... the torch came from a man leaning against the remains house. He was of a slender build, lankey, and had a quick paw. For an Imperial, he was rather tall as well.
'Alright, I am Christophe, and I am the wimble of the Thieves'gild for the Waterfront, here in the Imperial urban center .'The man said. noble drad noticed the four other people standing there as well, all nodding their heads. 'You are all members of this order, and can all get the like benefeits from it. Your freelance theives, so go and slip things .'Christophe walked to the mall of the group. 'You may all work in this urban center together, without disputes. All you need to do, is come here, to our local society Halls, where you will see mathematical function, and you will also see bullitin boards. Use them. check out what you are planning to steal ... just marking the house will claim it as your own, and if soul else from this lodge hits it before you, you take it up with one of the gild Augers. That is how it works for John Roy Major problem. For pickpocketing and secondary crimes, you guys have fun ... .hell, if it does n't interfere with major hits, you can even pickpocket each other. But no robberies on any early appendage. 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 great mullein illuminating his face brightly.
The Aaron's rod then went out from the idle words 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 immobile than many could hope. The ship rode into the night, the mist taking it from all around.
Lord Drad was at the ship 's maitre d' 's nest, giving out orders to stabilise the ship, keeping the wind from getting a cargo area of the canvas and dragging them under the wafture. He got another spray of misty brine in his brass, and he awoke. It was seven in the morning, by the igniter coming from the pall.
Lord Drad awoke with Arla at his side, laying next to him with her arms wrapped about him. The ship 's crew could be heard outside hustling to get the ship out of harbor, admiral Ply 's spokesperson ringing out orders to the men. His cry rang in his head, and Lord Drad knew that he was about to own a very rough day, because the skooma the Nox before was a strong batch enough to make him snuff it into a Black Sleep.
Arla awoke as her Master got out of bed. He quickly got dressed, and had his vest on. Arla got out of bed, and set up for the day, as her Master had told her she may do every morning, with routine. She waited outside the bathroom as her superior occupied it, as she tapped her metrical unit holding in her wimpers. She truly was like a little pet, as the Slave flight simulator had trained her. They made her a firm pet to be sure.
Her professional came out of the bath, and she walked in, doing her business organization quickly, and washing her face. The ship had an occupy pump organization, being fused with magic to keep it going. When she came out of the can, her Master was pulling on his sword belt, along with a shiver of pointer, and a bow, which was unstrung, but with the train attached to it.
Arla started putting her clothes on. She pulled over a shirt, made from cotton, and then a prospicient sleeved shirt of fur, to restrain warm. She put on a pair of pants made of fur as well, to keep warm. She put her scarf of silk on, and came succeeding to her Master, kneeling future to him.
His lips spoke softly to her, as she heard him, she paid tending well. 'You need to tell full admiral Ply to come to my office, which I will be in for the succeeding few time of day. He and I need to speak, and while we do, you are to continue silent, in the courner over here. You may curl up in your blanket if you wish, but keep to your chairman .'She nodded her oral sex in aknowledgement of his orders.
She left her Master in his room, and she walked into the government agency 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 of cards quickly, having an order of business, and showing it in her effort. Admiral Ply was on the Forth River deck, in the caboose eating a ready other breakfast when Arla approached him.
'Admiral Ply .'She said, standing before him.
'Yes, Lady Arla .'He said, looking up from a meal of wild boar ham and eggs.
'I was sent to recount you to take on my Master in his office .'Arla said with a cool it speech pattern. '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 bite from his food.
Arla walked back up the stair to the deck, and into her Master 's cabin. He was sitting at his desk, with a stack of parchment in front of him. He was adding up all the shipments, and all of the gilt spendings. He put it all into a booklet, and placed it in his desk. She knew he was officious, but not so interfering as to not want her to interrupt him with an update.
'Master, I have given the summons to full admiral Ply. Do you have any early Holy Order for me, original ?'She said, kneeling at his slope. Her head remained arching as her Master pat her gently, making her look all the delectation she could ever imagine.
'Go into the chambers, and bring out a pocket-size pot of tea, for me and the Admiral to drink while we begin our discourse .'He said, still petting her principal. 'Bring out all the context as well, and put it on a trey, we will take it there, and fix it ourselves .'
Arla glowed with a deep satisfaction, having her skipper use her properly. She went into the chambers, and began a pot to roil, and set up a tea pot with leaf tea, and prepared the cups and spoons, setting them all on a trey, and putting a small dish of milk and a small sweetheart of sugar on the three as well, then setting it up in the role. She waited while the tea began to seethe, as her superior continued to go about his duties.
It was about noon when admiral Ply knocked at Lord Drad 's office door. 'Enter, admiral !'Creator Drad barked. The Admiral walked into the cabin, where Creator Drad 's office was located. Arla heard him enter, so she came into the business office from the chambers.
full admiral Ply was sitting in the chair opponent of nobleman Drad 's, and Arla 's death chair was just side by side to her Master 's. She came in, and curled up in her blanket, her capitulum perked, listening to her Master and the admiral speak, as a slight kitten would do.
They spoke of their next moves, as maitre d'. Her passkey told admiral Ply that he would be operating a pocket-sized ship built for coastal deliveries, and take a short itinerary at first, to get him used to commanding a ship of his own.
admiral Ply thanked Jehovah Drad when he heard the news program. But her passkey finished the subject by saying to him. 'But, this is of niggling importance, for we will not be there for another hebdomad, at to the lowest degree. What is significant is finding a proper pitch from Seyda Neen to either New Rock, or Winterhold. Even just to somewhere along the way from there .'
Admiral Ply snapped back to aid. 'Well, Captain, there is always a chance that someone in Ebonhart will now call for some goods shipped, and you definitely want to take the Rebecca West route .'
'Yes, and I heard that the securities industry there were doing well, raising their prices, meaning they are also gaining in goods .'Her Master added. 'We should be able to find something very quickly. Tell the crew to work way to Ebonhart, when we see it. Also, while there, get the crew to all take line of descent of their weapon system, the shape, and the usefulness of them ... .if there is sufficiency motive, we will resupply the whole crew with new weapon system, and new equipment, all on the Drad Merchant Co.'
'Yes, captain .'admiral Ply said. 'And what about the stores, shall they be filled with even Thomas More goods ?'
'No, we have enough to lastly us another workweek and a one-half, without any stops. We will clear it with what we have, full admiral Ply .'Her superior said .'I have just checked the inventory, and all is well. We will also flip some Pisces the Fishes meshing into the water when we make it up North a little bit. I heard Matshire run in schools in the Inner Sea. We 'll have our bridge player at them for for certain .'
Admiral Ply nodded. Arla watched as her schoolmaster got more well-fixed in his chair while speaking with the full admiral. She as well got more comfortable, now wrapping into a small ball in her blanket, and snuggling herself. She was so cunning, and she was sure her Master idea so as well. He looked over to her with a indulgent smiling every now and again, which made Arla 's little heart and soul race when he did.
The conversation between them ended with a rather interesting note. Her sea captain looked up to admiral Ply, as he was getting up, and said to him. 'And where would you like to accept a skooma Nox at, admiral Ply ?'
admiral Ply looked with astonishment at his Captain, whom was never heard of taking breach for a night, even to let the crew eternal rest, he always split them in two shifts, to still save clip. With no result from the rather shocked full admiral Ply, Lord Drad snapped his fingers, so Admiral Ply would snap out of it. 'Or perhaps there need be any skooma for you, if you are already dreaming .'Her master said jokingly to admiral Ply with a laughing voice. Arla giggled as she watched.
'Um, well, if you want to do it on land, I suggest not succeeding to any John Major cities, cause you know the work party is bound to throw some rough ones .'admiral Ply began, blushing now. 'And if you do it at sea, I would at least keep to the Inner Sea, seeing as how you can survive a stuff shot in this water, if you have the power to swim ; in the Sea of Ghosts, the temperature will turn you blue within two hour. I would suggest going up to the West slice realm, and making a small stop in Gnar Mok, which is not so big of a city. There, we will have just the decent orbit, with just enough difficulty around for the crew to get into .'
Arla could n't aid but to giggle at his result. Her Master turned to her, and his eyes told her to ride out placid. She bowed her school principal, then tucked her mouth under the blankets, keeping snug and quiet.
Her Master spoke to Admiral Ply future with a thin different tone, indicating that he was in a mood for a recess. 'Admiral, we have fifty bottle of skooma, each bottle with enough in it for two fix .'His manner was relaxed, sitting in his easy chairperson, his feet propped on his desk. As full admiral Ply looked down at him, he listend well the Scripture his chieftain spoke. 'It is time that I start taking more lax legal transfer. I am the hero after all, and I have the right to take more lax task if I wish. I happen to take the urgent contracts, because I am unspoiled at them, and I needed that supererogatory bonus. But right now, I think we are going to just take a slump month, where we just savour ourselves. Consider it a working vacation .'
Now the admiral was surely dumbfounded. Lord Drad would never throw said that when the Admiral had 1st met him. But he kept his amazement to himself, and said. 'Yes, Captain, and we thank you, Sir .'With a very formal voice.
As she saw full admiral Ply leave the room, Arla came and knelt side by side to her Master. He looked to her and was about to speak, but he kept shutting his back talk. He could not find the Holy Writ. Eventually, after a few minutes of thought, he simply leaned back in his desk and said. 'Pull out my tobacco pipe, Arla, and pile it with that gratifying cherry leafage .'
Arla got up from her chair, yawning, then walked to the desk, where she put the leaf. She pulled out her passkey 's pipe from her bulge, and then grabbed a nip of cherry foliage from the bag. She sifted it, and ground it, then packed it firmly into his pipe for him. She set it to his lips, where he took it, then lit a match, and let her Master puff it a while, before waving the couple out, and discarding it in the ashtray upon her overlord 's desk.
Her overlord shut his eye, and drifted off into a dream. The effects of skooma ; it stays in your system, and continues to give you pipe dream and hallucinations until it is all filtered out of your stream. He held his pipe to the side, and Arla picked it up before he dropped it. She worried for her headmaster now, seeing that he was addicted to the inwardness. He had only had a single STD of it, and he was already coming down from the drug 's nasty side consequence.
Arla barred the room access to the cabin, leaving them locked in privacy, so her Master could recover from his condition. She saw her skipper go through the waves of muscular eternal rest. It was mighty herculean material, Arla knew, and her Master had taken quite a bit ... .is this how the unharmed work party going to be when they all drank it ?
Lord Drad 's mind became disturbed, and he saw the world through the eyes of a beast, an animal, set to strike. He stared at the room access, and saw the curl. He looked to Arla, his slave, and he knew that they were good for the consequence. He then became neutral. His mindset let him relax.
'Master, let me serve you get into bed .'She asked him.
noble Drad knew that this was not natural skooma. It was infected with Moon lucre for sure. It could not be given to the crew, and could not be allowed to be spread. He was in a calm state of brain, at the present moment, void of visions and hallucination. He simply could think straight.
'Arla, listen to me. I am poisoned with Moon kale. The skooma was laced with it. It was not normal skooma, and it will sicken the crew. You must find me the potions box I carry in my elbow room. I have to secure the medication used for recovering addicts. Fortunately, it is easygoing 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 much I am in penury to take by the color it turns when I add the ashsalts to it .'
Arla saw her headmaster was in his right mind now, and needed her avail. She ran into his chambers, and searched for his potions box, where he kept all of his ask peter. She looked next to his bed, and next to the privy. She almost gave up when she spotted it sitting next to the weapons racks. She grabbed it, and ran back into the office.
'Master, I have the potions box for you, and the rest of the skooma .'Lord Drad heard his slave say, from behind his chair. He had her set up the alembic, and then the trench mortar and pounder, along with the other equipment. nobleman Drad put the small ampule 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 stemma drip into the vial. It boiled quickly, and turned a bright pink, and then murky red color, telling Lord Drad that he had more Moon Sugar in his organisation than he had skooma. He had to assimilate a concentrated amount of medicament to balance the force of the Moon Sugar.
Arla saw her sea captain 's pain, and could see she could do nothing to avail him. He was in his own privet Hades, and she had to keep it to herself, lest the crew see their Captain in such a body politic. When he was better, he would be able to pull out out of this.
Jehovah Drad mixed the chemicals, along with the ash tree of taproot leaf. It would add in enough chemical substance to throw off a hangover. Lord Drad was good at potion qualification, and knowing what effects balanced what. It was rather easy, he thought, if only his torso was more able while he was like this.
After fifteen minutes, the potion was done, sitting in a cooling vial. Arla saw her Master down the vial in one beverage. He then got up, and walked to his chambers. He knew he had another five hours before they arrived in Seyda Neen. Arla knew her passe-partout would be better then, but that he would take to have affair set to go then. She set to influence cleaning up the potions box, putting it back where it was found, then setting her professional 's government agency back into order.
She saw her professional laying on his bed, with his weapon stretched out wide, and his stage straight out. She could not help but to go over to him, and get atop him, sitting on the back of his legs. She leaned down and put her hands to his neck, rubbing it gently, and firmly. She rubbed him all the way down his back, and over his ribs, completely relaxing her passe-partout. She purred as she felt her passkey 's contented pant of air. She continued to rub him until she felt him fall to log Z's.
She went into the office staff, and pulled the tea trio back into the bedroom, where she began to heat more water. She knew her captain would desire tea by this meter, so she got to it before he woke up. He would also require something to eat. She pulled out a bit of the bristleback nitty-gritty, and placed it over the fire on a small grated grill. She pulled out a loaf of the unsliced bread, and cut off a few slicing of it. She put them over the fire, near some coal, to realize them toast.
When Almighty Drad awoke, he had tea adjacent to him, still hot, and a home of bristleback meat, eggs, goner with butter, and a small clove of wangle ail, to mix with his eggs. His hard worker had prepared his meal for him while he slept. He was more thankful than he could yet express to her.
Arla watched her Master scarf down all of the ballock within a few pungency, using the toast and forking as a humble scoop. She saw her meal, once a great plate wide of food for thought, turn nothing in a matter of moment, her overlord 's hunger consuming it completely.
Her skipper looked to her, and thanked her for making such a meal. 'Arla, I see you have been taking precaution of your Master, even whilst he sleeps .'He said to her. 'If you will aid me in finding my mathematical function, and sliding a table in here. I will diagram our course properly .'
Arla grabbed a few single-valued function from her passe-partout 's office, and pulled a table into the Sir William Chambers, succeeding to Lord Drad 's bed. She watched as her superior wrote down specific directions for his Admiral to emerge the bunch. He gave exact coordinates, and he marked on the map each guiding landmarks. She noticed that his pencil never stopped moving, always writing notes and speaking, silently.
Her captain, after a while, got up and put on his jacket crown, then walked to the office, and pulled his cloak on. He went outside, and went to find Admiral Ply. He quickly located him at the bow of the ship, looking off into the space.
'Admiral Ply !'Lord Drad said, patting him on his shoulder.
He turned. 'Yes, Captain .'
'We have a problem, and we need to get to Seyda Neen as quickly as possible .'Lord Drad said. Arla stood behind him, and kept silent. She knew he was in dominance of himself, and off of the drug 's influence.
'Yes, headwaiter, but what is the issue ?'admiral Ply asked, worried now. 'You seem very shaken about this .'
'Come to my cabin, and we shall babble out there .'Arla heard her lord say. 'It has to do with out superfluous crate, so come alone .'He whispered to Admiral Ply.
They then walked back to the cabin, where Arla sat straight up in her chair as her Master sat in his own electric chair. He took out a bag of heap leaf, and began to break it up, then backpack it into his pipework. He snapped his fingers, and Arla knew to come to him with a match, and light his tobacco pipe. She zipped it across her belted ammunition, and held the burning match to Light Within Lord Drad 's pipe, as he puffed on it hastily.
'Last night, I was brave enough to try a acid of that skooma that we got, in my tea. I put half of the bottleful in a whole tea pot, so I got a little bit per dose. It was enough to make me pass into a Black nap, Ply .'Her schoolmaster explained .'I did a trace check on it today, and found it to be laced with moon Sugar. I had to take an anti-venom, because my body was rejecting it so badly. This crate of skooma we carry is not to be used. It is dirty, and more powerful than any on this ship can handle. The exclusively 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-bodied to set up a contact like that ?'admiral Ply asked .'I feel that the theives'gild here is rather low on clientele. And surely, the Theives'gild in the imperial City would ingest such contacts, but when would we be able to get down there to trade it off ?'
'We will keep it on board ship, but we will not touch it. We are going to be in the main Skyrim wharfage in a hebdomad or so now, and we will be there for quite a while. There, we will sell off the atomic number 79 bars, and we will part it up .'overlord Drad told full admiral Ply. 'But there is also where you will be leaving my troupe. You will be in charge of the merchant class ship Weatherstride, and you will there choose your crew of 12 sailors from the principal Skyrim offices .'
Admiral Ply shook his psyche, and thanked his skipper for the promotion. 'It means a lot to me, Captain Drad. I have wanted my own ship for quite some time now, and I thank that you have seen me as worthy of having one .'He praised.
'Just clear sure you keep it in good condition. It is a new ship, and will direct like one. offend it in a bit to get it in order. Find its crick, and make use of them .'God Almighty Drad instructed. 'Also, you are getting the path from Anvil, Cyrodiil, to Bravil, Cyrodiil. I will observe out what your deliveries will consist of, but you will get them there quickly, and be a fixture merchant ship .'
'I understand master Drad .'
'Now, make trusted to keep the skooma a secret. Dismissed .'nobleman Drad said. admiral Ply left the cabin, and went about his tariff. Arla then walked to her passkey, and knelt besides him .'I have no order for you right now, Arla .'Her Master told her, rubbing her Kuki gently.
'May I study a few magic books, Master ?'She asked, her head bowed.
Her sea captain looked at her, and she peeked up at him with soft pleading eyes. She knew he would fall, and he did. 'Yes, and make sure you start with the low-pitched horizontal surface. I want you to instruct a descent amount of restoration magics, before you go into end, or mysticism magics .'
She got up, and went to her overlord 's subroutine library of arcane books. She saw them to be filled with all sorts of keys to magic possibility. She took as many notes as she could fathom, and could comprehend, and looked up everything she could have dreamed. She knew her lord had half of the Arcane University 's stalked Word of God, by the mellowness of the library.
Her schoolmaster sat alone in his part, drawing out program to get to the Topal Sea, in Southern Cyrodiil She noticed about him now, that he did not use early multitude'writing tool : he kept his own set, with a pencil, pen, and brush.
Arla knew after a few hours that they were pulling into the small dock of Seyda Neen. Her lord was going here maybe to secernate the people that he had sold the skooma to not to sell it to anyone. She would follow him anywhere, so it hardly mattered, at this point.
Her Master walked into the chamber, and sat in his bed for a few seconds as Arla jotted down one last stage, from her study before coming up to him and kneeling before him. 'Master, I am at your serve .'
Her Master stood magniloquent above her, and she could feel his gaze upon her. 'You are going to be helping me this night, Arla. I am going to need you to hold a few things for me, while I handle some business. I am going to sell off the rest of this skooma tonight, and I do not wish well to let the whole crew know we are going to be selling it all off. I just need you to be my surplus hands tonight, alright, Arla .'He told her.
She nodded her head, and smiled, waiting her task. 'What may I do for now, maestro ?'She asked.
'Go to the secret grating in the base, on the beginning pack of cards, and you will notice the bag of skooma, fetch it. Once it is here, go and get me the barroom of gold. We are going to have them melted down and made into real septims, so we are not carrying around overlooked gold .'Her Master ordered. 'Then proceeds, and we will get started on our line .'
Arla ran down to the first deck, and into the gold cabinet, then under the rug. She pulled up the loose floor board, and grabbed the bag of skooma bottle, along with the six legal profession of gold. She then replaced the level board and rug, making her way back up to her Master. The skooma was rather gruelling, for as visible light of a liquid it was. She brung the skooma and gold up to her Master 's office, and told him she was finished.
'Now, we are just about docked in Seyda Neen. We will be here until break of the day tomorrow. We are stopping here to maybe pick up a delivery on the way to Winterhold .'Her skipper told her. 'While here, we are going to sell the rest of this skooma to the local thieves, but at a gamy price, considering what it is .'
Arla listened well to her Master 's voice .'I understand master ; just say me what to do to do you .'She assured him.
'When we are docked, I am going to be searching for deliverance. I want you to follow me, and be ready to pluck back to the ship somewhere around one and two in the morning to get the skooma and gold .'Her headmaster told her. She nodded her head. 'And you will be needed of trend, for random other minuscule contingent .'
Her Master then went into his cabinet and pulled out a manual of arms of trades. This one had only two dealing in it, and was only on the first page. It had the deal between himself and Ralflod, marking the amount of skooma and amount of money of gold traded. It also had the giving of Arla, to Maker Drad. This book was obviously the black grocery book that Lord Drad kept, marking all of the illegal transactions he had done.
'I started this log when I first sold the skooma, knowing I would need records of my doings, even if they were illegal. So, from now on, all off the record transactions we do, that is not done under contract from Drad Merchant Co., will be recorded in this book from now on .'Her Master told her. The Quran he held was four inches thick, and had a black leather cover on it, not yet marked .'I am making it the alternate Captain 's Log, so we may have a double-dyed record of what is happening on this ship. When I branch off a bit, in Cyrodiil, I will be doing to a greater extent and more freelancing, and maybe even a bit of marauder piece of work, on a few coastal islands. I will get a contact in the Thieves'Guild in Cyrodiil, and will then be able to fence off the particular for a fair amount of profit .'
Arla nodded once more. She knew her Master was excited about this, and she was glad he was so. But she knew if he were to jabber on, he would forget to let her at relief. 'Master, would it please you if I were at relaxation for the time being ?'She asked him, while he was puffing his pipe.
'Yes, of track, Arla .'He said. Divine Drad walked around the desk, and pulled the map back, and folded them up, clearing a low component of his desk. He then went about sorting out all of his papers, and cleaning up his desk. When it was finally clean of all excess parchments, he sat down in his chair, and puffed his pipe more comfortably. 'Arla, go bring in a wine-colored meth out of my chambers, please. And under my bed is a bottle of Imperial urban center 's Aged Iliac. It 's the best wine this side of somersaulting Isles. Bring two glasses in fact .'He told her.
Arla got out of her chair, and went into her Master 's William Chambers, gathering the two deoxyephedrine, and the bottle of red wine. She sat them on her Master 's desk, and awaited far program line. 'Master, what is my next object ?'She asked.
'Bring your chairman over here, and sit with me .'He said. She did as told, getting her hot seat as finis to his as she could. Lord Drad poured her a chicken feed of the sweet red wine, then some into his own glass. He opened the replacement skipper 's Log, and began to write in it his alone cursive script.

We have gathered the last fifty bottles of skooma, minus the one I drank from. I found, upon drinking a dose of the drug, that it was heavily laced with the pulverised drug called 'Moon Sugar'. We are in Seyda Neen now, and are going to trade it at 30 septims a bottle at the local Thieves'club. We will cross off the transaction properly in this book to show record of it.
Arla waited for her Master to take the initiatory sip of his wine, before she would even touch her shabu. He set the black Scripture aside, and took a sip from his glass. It was tasty, with just enough fragrancy to balance out the intrinsic turn flavor of alcohol. Arla then took a sip of hers after her Master had sat down his glass.
'Look out the threshold there, and state me how close to being docked we are, Arla .'Lord Drad ordered her. She went to the threshold, and opened it. She peeked her head outside, then back in.
'Master, we are just now pulled up to the bobtail, and the crowd is tying us off .'She reported to her Master dutifully .'I think it would be prophylactic to unboard the ship now .'
noble 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 shops, and inns. They found the bulletin display panel in the townspeople substance had all the stores speech written on it. It turned out that the imperial watch had three crateful of equipment they needed sent to their lookout man in Dagon Fel, where they were being trained. Godhead Drad made his way to the offices, and spoke with the leading officer.
By the time all the contingent of the journeying were worked out, it was well by ten at dark. They were loading the ship with the cargo, as Lord Drad and Arla walked into the local inn, and ordered a beverage, keeping a lookout station for Ralflod. He was usually in this inn, Jehovah Drad was sure.
The loading of the crates would come out to 50 septims per crate, a 300 Septim shipping charge, and from the Drad Merchant Co. Lord Drad made another 100 septims, for his fillip. That made the trip Worth 450 septims, plus an extra 100 for God Almighty Drad.
lord Drad spotted Ralflod, and ordered an extra Margaret Mead. 'Ralflod, I ca n't look to remember where to buy those debate posts at, can you direct me ?'Creator Drad said to him, handing him the drink .'I have some more to form with now .'
Ralflod looked amazed at Divine Drad, along with his striver, Arla, on a trey and collar .'I ... I do. I can serve ya .'He said, shaking off the thoughts. 'Make your way to the common fleck at around one tonight, and we will do business .'He then walked off in the tavern.
Lord Drad walked out of the inn, him holding the 3 connected to Arla. He walked them back to the docks, and sat as his crew pulled the last of the three crates in the ship. They were Brobdingnagian, the size as a human is tall, and as all-encompassing as a wagon. They were filled with fore, arrows, cloaks, and lowly daggers. All were stacked compactly, making them even heavier. Divine Drad noticed the ship sink in the water supply 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 delivery, tone arm, and amount for the transaction. He made certain everything was just right in calculation, then placed it in the invoices.
At one in the good morning, Arla and her Master walked quietly off of the ship, and made their way to the thieves'cave, with the skooma. They came to it, and knocked, as always. They were answered by Ralflod.
Lord Drad entered first, and then had Arla set the sack down on the flooring. 'Well, what is it, Lord Drad ?'Ralflod asked.
´49 bottleful of skooma, laced with Sun Myung Moon Sugar .'Lord Drad replied. 'It 's far too warm for the crew of my ship to handle, and I am not going to celebrate it around. If you can find Mages leave to get it, that would be preferable .'
Ralflod looked at the sacking, and said. 'We have only a bit more revenue, so what are you thinking per bottle ?'
'30 septims per feeding bottle, and if you do n't have enough to get over that, give me what you have in amber, and give me a contact that I may join the Cyrodiil 's Thieves'Guild. I want a secure spot in the organisation .'Arla heard her skipper deal with the petty thief.
'I can do that. I can apply you 500 septims for the skooma, and the rest 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 term only. I want you to promise me that you wont sell it to those you know ca n't cover it. This is for powerful illusion exploiter only, and even that needs to be taken at a small dose, as I found out. I want you to trade it to Mages in the Mages'Guild, getting it into the proper custody, in doing so. It 's simple ethics, as I am sure you can agree .'Lord Drad told him. 'Now, where can I get the gold bars melted down into septims ? I no longer want aureate taproom .'
'We can do that here, if you wish .'Ralflod said. 'We have the press here .'
'Good. And what of your contacts with the Cyrodiil Thieves'Guild ?'
'His gens is Armond Christophe, and he lives in the Waterfront District of the Imperial urban center. He is the dean of the Imperial urban center sector of the gild. Most of us refer to it simply as 'the Guild'.'Ralflod said.
'Now, the skooma you will notice, after testing, has a very eminent amount of moonlight Sugar in it, not found in formula doses of skooma. That is why it is so potent .'Lord Drad explained. 'If you would be so kind, however, as to please melt the gold parallel bars, and whatever other atomic number 79 legal profession you are giving us in exchange for the skooma .'
'Of course .'Ralflod had his lackeys set to wreak on the kiln, getting the wardrobe ready to make septims for Almighty Drad. The process took around 30 minutes, and they put all the coins into a pouch. lord Drad walked out of the cave with 1'100 septims, all in coins. They went back to the ship, and divvied up all of the amber.
Lord Drad sat in his office, and divided up all the atomic number 79 into sack, and setting them on his desk. He then barred his door, and walked into his chambers. Arla followed her Master, and helped him get his shoes and drape off, then she pulled him into his bed, once he undressed.
Arla then pulled off her top, and got under the two comfortable blankets, getting close to her Master as she could letting his heating system flood her body. She threw her arm around him, and held him as they slept, the dark wearing on peacefully. noble Drad knew his hard worker felt for him, and it was an unspoken agreement, for she knew as well, that he cared about her.
Maker Drad awoke early, at around six in the dawning, when the crew was just getting up. He walked out to the deck, to see the misty haven before they pulled out. He drank a bit of tea as he stared out at the iniquity waters. Arla lay asleep as her Master prowled the deck of cards.
Lord Drad stood in the Captain 's nest as his crew began getting the ship cook to sweep. Men about him started moving, pulling the sheet down, untying the subscriber line, pulling up the anchor, and manning the oars. The ship pulled out of harbor at seven thirty that morning, the crew rowing to get them out to deeper ocean. Godhead Drad felt the ship Menachem Begin to move, and walked back into his government agency, where Arla was now putting on her cloak.
'Arla, we will be going to be in Winterhold within the adjacent week. You should prepare for a while in the city, for we will be leaving from there for the Topal Sea, in the southward 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 moderate it from Cyrodiil. I will buy a manor house or something in either Bravil or anvil .'
This was quite a revelation for her overlord to separate her, Arla thought. She knew that he was making large stone's throw, on procuring his estate of the realm even more. She knew this was a John Major contribution to the Drad merchant Co.
'So, you will demand some properly clothes ; something a Lady would break. I am a Creator 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 Master was telling her. 'You will buy a new wardrobe, in Skyrim. We are Nord, and will prune in our way, but our Noble fashion .'

Lord Drad sat in his office, May 1st, on the bobtail of Winterhold. He had a shipyard there, with a to the full prison term crew handling the warehouse, and a whole fleet at his command there. He wrote off orders and sent in invoices, searching his desk for a stack of lambskin that he needed to rule.
Arla sat next to him, and helped him by gathering things here and there, being his extra set of deal. She knew her professional had to finish here quickly, because they were starting a new faction in Cyrodiil. She gave her avail wherever it could be used, trying her easily to help her Master finish his task.
When Almighty Drad finished with his paperwork, he called in one of his administrators from the warehouse. 'Mr. Argel, I have a labor for you .'
'Yes, maitre d'hotel Drad .'The man asked.
'I need you to find me an administrator with the ability of taking over my district duties here .'He said. 'Mr. Argel, I need this done within a week .'
'I can talk to Harse Elohein about taking up the job. He was whom was in thrill of your duties, while you were away at sea, Lord .'Mr. Argel said.
'Thank you, Mr. Argel, and do n't forget to give the proletarian a raise in salary, everyone in the warehouse gets another Septim per day, and the crew of all ships get another two. Make sure as shooting the maitre d'hotel of the fleet all receive a bonus of 20 septims per pitch. This will keep our bunch and actor happy, while I am away for a piece .'
'Is there anything else I can help you with, Lord Drad ?'Mr. Argel asked his employer.
'I am going to be setting up another faction of Drad merchant Co. in the Confederate States of Cyrodiil. I will call for name of lawyers and the position of suitable manors. I have a budget of 200'000 septims to work with, for a manor and country, 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 posterior voice. 'Bring me lands pricing for the areas of anvil, and Bravil, and anywhere on the glide in between. I will even accept something in the imperial beard city. Also, institute me the names of lawyer, and I will be happy with your service .'
'Yes, Sire .'Mr. Argel said, then excused himself from the office staff.
Arla went to the minor 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 dinero, 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 Jehovah Drad left his business office on the pier, and made his way back to his ship. He there pulled out a finely selection of clothes. Black pants, a black shirt, with a very dark purple vest, along with a cloak of fur that was majestic.
He had Arla assistance pull off his clothes, and redress him in the clothes he had picked out. He was a genuine nobleman, just by his stature, and his actions reflected that. Arla saw the power her Master held now, with his total Lordly attire upon him.
'Master, what is your desire ?'Arla asked him.
'Get ready, we are going to take you shopping. We will go to my manor here, and commandeer one of the lady retainer there to help you with shopping .'Her Master told her. Arla went to the loo, and pulled out a few clothes that could be passed as presentable in front of noble troupe. She quickly got dressed under her victor 's watchful eye.
Arla held her master 's arm as they made their way down the streets of Winterhold, which were now just coming out of their freeze. Lord Drad had Arla follow him down to the last street in the city, where he had his manor. They entered the tea cosy two story theater, and made their way up to the elbow room which Godhead Drad had as his bedroom. He picked up a few things, then walked into the kitchen, where Jestra, a amah, was dusting off a counter.
'Jestra, we are going to need 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 want of a new wardrobe, and I am not the exact person that is fit with handling that sort of thing. So, I am asking you to sacrifice us your company, and skills at that .'
Arla had a fill in closet by gloam that night, with parasol and new cloak of silk. She was set now to look like a Lady of the courtroom. When they returned to the ship, Arla was instructed to put all her apparel in the loo, in a assign section.
Her original began to look at maps, as she put away her clothes. He charted out a row from Winterhold to Anvil, to begin with. He figured that they would be there within a week and a half, so he pulled out a clean flat solid of parchment, and began to pen out a list of supply that would be needed for the journey. He wanted to just get there, and begin setting up his business.
book binding in his power, on the 2nd May, Mr. Argel brought him a folder of the composition he requested the day before, listing lawyers and manor house around the Anvil and Bravil field. Lord Drad looked through them, and made courses for each domain, looking for an area perfect tense for his business.
Arla was there beside her Master once again. She was there as his extra set of hired man, and she was also there to prevent him company within his workplace. 'Arla .'He said to her, after a spell of searching through the papers. 'Go fetch me admiral Ply, and severalise him to come across me here .'
Arla disappeared into the warehouse, and onto the docks to find Admiral Ply. Lord Drad continued to sign all the papers that he needed to, in order to keep the Skyrim junto 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 pass water way soon after Sunset tonight .'Her Master told her. She got up and walked out of the office.
'Admiral Ply, I present to you the ship Weatherstride for you to require. You will be the headwaiter of that ship, and instead of the one which I mentioned to you before, your rabble will be the one from New Rock, Solstheim, to Dagon Fel, Vvardenfel .'Divine Drad said, his eyes looking into the depths of full admiral Ply 's. 'You will encounter that you have a cabin already set up for your use, and an unused Captain 's Log. You are to sail for New Rock in a days time, bringing with you twelve crowd members of your own pick from the new members .'
Admiral Ply looked to his chieftain, and spoke. 'Thank you, Captain Drad. This means a expectant flock to me .'
'I know it does, Captain Ply. 'He picked up a small-arm of lambskin. 'Your salary will become 2'000 septims per calendar month, which you will receive at New rock-and-roll on the inaugural of every month. You will get a bonus of 50 septims per completed delivery. Also, you will give birth a budget of 1'000 septims per week, to expend on your crew and the ship, and an additional 500 septims per week for supplies and food for thought .'He handed the parchment to headwaiter Ply. 'Here is your manner of speaking ordering. Dismissed, senior pilot Ply .'
Maker Drad spent the rest of his dark walking about the seaside of the metropolis, Arla a whole step behind him. He watched the Sun go down over the hatful, and the waves of the sea crash into the snow covered cliffs. Lord Drad 's cloak flapped in the wind as they made their way back to the ship from the dame of town.

Arla was in the shipyard power, when she and her Master waited, as he called in another member of the bobtail team. 'Mr. Shadd, are you at all companion with large frigates, and how to dominate one ?'He asked aright away.
Mr. Shadd thought a spell, then spoke to his employer. 'Well, I have commanded a merchant ship from Vivec to incus before, so I think I could manage a frigate, Sir .'
'Well ! Welcome aboard the Winterwriter, you are now promoted to admiral, and will be sailing in my vessel as my starting time better half and officeholder. You shall be taking the admiral 's place for my ship .'Maker Drad explained. 'Your remuneration will be little LE than a police chief 's, and you will incur a cut of all deliveries, of line .'
'Thank you, Lord Drad .'Mr. Shadd said, with turmoil in his part.
'We leave of absence for Anvil this very Nox, and the crowd is already prepared to make weigh .'Arla heard, as they walked out of the part, shutting all lamps down. 'So get your poppycock, and be on add-in the ship in an hour .'
Mr. Shadd ran to his humble bunkhouse, and gathered his equipment, while Lord Drad and Arla walked to the ship, and made ready to leave larboard .'I think he will work out just fine with this crew, Arla .'Lord Drad commented, as she put away her cloak.
'Indeed, he seems surely enough, my noble .'She replied. He Master brought her out on deck of cards with her trey, and saw that the ship was ready to hit its way out of port. All they were waiting on was Commander Shadd.
He quickly came running up the ship ramp, and the men loaded it up, untying the utmost telephone circuit. 'Give the command to make way .'God Almighty Drad told his Commander.

spread at Sea

'Drop sails ! Make way out of port !'commandant Shadd shouted, and the men hustled to get the sails down. Quickly, the ship was out to sea, and the sails filled with wind instrument. 'Disband oars, and start getting tight on those sail ancestry !'He shouted after they were out to sea, knowing they needed to bust the wind into the sails, in edict to get the ship seafaring at total speed.
Arla was leash by her Master into the cabin, and they took off their cloaks there. She had her leash taken off, and hung up by the cabin door. Her Master then commanded her to get along into the bed bedroom.
She saw him waiting inside, with his shoes off, and stripping off his shirt. The fervidness was already crackling, so the elbow room was very lovesome. Her Master then stripped off his pants, leaving him in his trunks, made of cotton.
'Come, striptease .'He ordered.
Arla made her way to the bed, and knelt before her Master. She then began unbuttoning her shirt, until her bare chest of drawers was showing. She pulled off her shirt, leaving the fragile wrap of cloth around her business firm breasts, which were still quite unfilled out. She unwrapped her textile, and bared her breasts, showing her to give birth plump nipples, with tap crest, her breasts just about a smattering each. She got up, her foreland down, and unlaced her trouser, stripping them off quickly. Her silk underwear covered her humble while of red hair at her crotch.
'Master, are you going to take me tonight ?'She asked, an wondering look on her fount, but not a fear.
'Continue, and we shall witness out .'He replied. She pulled off her underclothes, and placed them in the pile of wearing apparel at her feet. 'Now, go and bolt the cabin door, then this one, and number to bed .'
She walked out the chamber, and into the office. Bolting the door to the cabin, she came to the chamber threshold, and bolted that shut as well. Lord Drad was pleased to see her hips swaying as they did, waving her red hair about as she moved into the bed.
She got outside of the back, and knelt to her brow at her Master 's feet .'I await your orders, victor .'She said.
'Get into the back, and sleep as you can .'Her Master ordered her. She did as she was told, getting into the bed next to where her passe-partout would sleep. He pulled his feet into the bed, and pulled up the covering .'I have a small-scale pot of kindling wood, next to the flack place to build the flak up, and project in a log, hold on it going this night. Winterhold 's too moth-eaten to let it sting down'
'I understand, lord .'She said, her arm swathe about her schoolmaster 's incline. He breathed out contently, and placed his hand over hers keeping it there.
'Goodnight, Arla .'
'Goodnight, captain .'

Arla got up before her master copy, on the 3rd of May, and got tea boiling. He was still sleeping in his bed, when it was done. Arla 's nude figure was fit, and she was beautiful as she worked. Her Master awoke to her setting the tea kettleful on his desk, along with a fade 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 discourage me when the tea is ready .'Lord Drad said, swinging his leg over the bed, and getting his knickers on. 'Also, throw a pan on the fire, and I shall fry up an early breakfast for us .'
She went about her obligation, as her Master got dressed, and ready for the day out to sea. She set a pan on the fervency, and poured the hot cups of tea, when the H2O began to boil. Lord Drad came over, when the pan was hot, and pulled out two slices of boar meat from the refrigerator, and put it into the pan, along with the best bollock he could detect.
Arla watched as her passkey flipped the eggs. She got two plates from a console, and held it as her master put the eggs and heart and soul on them. Lord Drad sat the pan down in the catchment area sink, then sat the two plates of eggs and boar meat on the board.
He grabbed the boar heart between his fingerbreadth and gulped a few smidgeon down. He then looked to Arla 's home, and motioned for her to eat as well. She picked up the egg with the meat, and ate it like a small sandwich. Her and her lord ate side by face, a meal that was cooked by him.
Maker Drad and Arla put their cloaks on, then she was fitted with her trinity, before they walked out the cabin room access. They saw that Commander Shadd, the Orc kickoff Mate, had the crew on deck, all manning the cruise, getting a big blow of wind in them. He had the ship under grand control, and he only needed counselling and coordinate from Lord Drad, and he was all set.
'Good morning, maitre d' Drad .'He said, cheerily.
'Good morning, Commander .'Divine Drad replied, equally in good spirits. 'How is the air current going to carry us today ?'
'It 'll do us fine, Sir .'Shadd said with a grinning. 'It 's been a while since I was in commission of a ship like this, but I 'm getting the hang of it again. After thirty geezerhood of sailing, I guess it will come back to me after a while .'
Lord Drad was amazed at the Orc 's experience. 'Well, keep us heading for incus, and we will fair just fine, commander. It will get colder, of course of study, until we get through the Polar Sea, and into the Topal ocean .'
'Oh yes, I expected as much .'The commandant replied .'I have already accounted for that, in my report. I 'll keep it on your desk, in the office. You 'll receive one daily from me .'
'Well, thank you, commandant .'Lord Drad said, gladiola of his efficiency. 'And take indisputable to include orders, and commands you give to the gang, and for what purposes. I wish it to all be entire detailed .'
'As you command, Captain Drad .'He said happily. He then returned to commanding the work party. Lord Drad and Arla walked around the deck, checking the lines, and making their rung about the country, for a unawares walk together, always with Arla the leash length behind her headmaster.
'We will be in Anvil in a workweek 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 Land as Drad acres, making me a noble of these percentage as well, and giving me good enough bargaining power. You will be comfortable enough in our little setup .'
'I thank you, passkey .'Arla replied, making her way down the gradation along her master.
'You will have to get wind how to treat the Courts, for a lot of our lifespan in the next few month is going to be spent there .'He continued. 'We will be getting Edwin Herbert Land Duncan James Corrow Grant, and attorney to set up the sect of the Drad merchandiser Co. not to mention I have to hire a full stave of Courtiers, for my court of law, and manor house. I will experience to set up a complete county, if I am to have the way I wish it to be .'
Arla knew her Master had big design for the new lands, and that he meant to go through with what he was saying. But she also knew he would birth to speak to the Emperor himself about that, and not to same Noble of a county. They needed Royalty for this contract.
'After buying a small manor in Anvil, I will do my way E, and chance some nation that is unclaimed. I heard much of the woodlet is, for the fact that the Unicorns there attack many of the masses whom travel there .'Lord Drad Plotted. 'All I will get to do is prove to Emperor Septim that I can get to the Unicorns tamed, or have them relocated in a safer spot, and the county can be made into a separate surgical incision, along with new small-scale Ithiel Town just at the edge of the urban center, increasing trade and economy .'
They were at the bottom deck when Lord Drad ended his diagram aloud. He then pulled out some lambskin, and counted all the crates, which came up to five, all of them equipment crateful, 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 office, Arla at his heels.
He sat in his chair, and noticed the commandant 's report atop his desk, just as promised. He looked through it, and noticed great details he cared much about. He hated to say it, but Commander Shadd was much serious than full admiral Ply ever was, and the air force officer said he was still a bit rusty at his job as well. Arla as well, saw the difference in flair between the two Officers.
Lord Drad saw in the report that the frigidity conditions would slow them up a day and a half, so he was making preparations for it by sailing the crew through the nights, while in tranquilize amnionic fluid, and having them row when the wind instrument is down. He also marked that the fish were jumping all along their mob, and now would be the proper place to throw nets in, if they were not in such a hurry to spend a penny it to Anvil.
Lord Drad set the report down, and calculated the different choices. He had enough food to lastly a week and a one-half, until they got to incus, where they would be docked for quite a long clock time. But, if they stopped of a few hours out of each day, they could catch enough fish in the net profit, to make up for the time in nutrient for the crowd, and still give enough to sell a respectable 200 lbs when they got to the Anvil fish market place. In the end, lord Drad pushed a stamp on a parchment, and put it in his Captain 's Log, stating that he was indeed making fishing stops.
'Arla, go tell air force officer Shadd to come here, please .'Arla got out of her chair, and walked to the door, putting her cloak on and leaving. Lord Drad continued to compose in his headwaiter 's Log, when Arla returned.
She came over to her Master, and knelt before him .'I present to you, Commander Shadd, Master .'She said. 'What purchase order do you have for me, Master ?'
Addressing his slave first, he motioned her to get on her chair. He then looked to Commander Shadd. 'Alright, we will prepare a few hours finish every day, and cast nets in. If we catch more than 30 lbs in that first day, we will stay on that trend. We will draw up for in food and trade what we loose in clock time. So, start now, and have the crew throw as many nets in as you can .'He looked to his maps then, and marked a small path. 'Have them take this rout .'He showed the air force officer the Gospel According to Mark, and where the fish were supposed to be running.
The commanding officer nodded, and spoke happily to his Captain. 'Aye, it shall be done, Captain. Is there any other rescript you have for me, sire ?'
Lord Drad got up from his desk. 'Once the nets are down, go to the galley, and have them prepare for a fish spread tonight, which the whole crew shall partake in on pack of cards .'
'I 'll get right on it, master copy .'The Commander said, then left the cabin.
Arla stayed curled up in her chair, awaiting for her original 's order of magnitude. He came up to her, and told her to engage off her cloak, the lonesome 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 room, and that door is barred, you are to be nude .'He said, standing over her .'I am a lecherous man, and will see your bod, Arla .'
She blushed, and her brass turned red as her hair .'I understand, Master .'She spread her legs a bit, to sacrifice him an enticing view of her red hair.
'Now, in my room, go and fetch me my cane. And my pipe as well .'He said, sitting back in his chairman. 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 case of metal, and a sword blade forged into a turn of events off handle. It was made for short poke and slice, and was not very heavy at all. Self defense in nigh tail was what it was mainly used for. Maker Drad loved his cane.
Arla finished packing her Master 's pipage, and then placed it to his sass, lighting a match for him. As he puffed at it, she held it for him, until he nodded that he was done with it. She held it in her hands, snuffing the bowl of it with the lid.
'Now, on this journeying, I am going to take aim you. Commander Shadd has the crew and sailing under command, and I am in need to develop you to custom fit my will .'Her maestro said, as she knelt before him with his pipe .'I will cause clock time to demo you my finicky modus operandi, and enough time to rectify you all the clock time. You will see me get stricter on you, but for the better in the foresightful run .'
'Master, I understand. It is what needs to be done, sire .'She said, with zilch but obedience in her spokesperson.
'Good .'He pulled out a stack of papers, all filled with realm game, and lawyers addresses. He sorted through them, and put them into proper files, so he could legibly understand what he was doing. Eventually, when he went through them, he found a lawyer perfect for his job. Erik Privell, a Breton from the imperial beard City, who specializes in byplay and rattling estate. He also found a suitable manor in Anvil for sale.
'Master, may I go to the bathroom ?'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 name calling and lists with his pen, sorting through them all with tending, looking for the best mass out of them. He made up his creative thinker on the manor, and marked it with a check on it.
'Arla, you are going to need a horse, as am I, when we get to Anvil .'Lord Drad said, almost to himself, as Arla returned from the chambers .'I should give birth 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 minute to fish. But Lord Drad continued at his work, as the Wave now made the ship rock back and Forth. He began searching through his Koran, which kept his bank rest and inquiries in it.
'Okay .'He said, flipping the pages .'I have 200'000 septims to go with in my savings 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 commencement of side by side month, along with the 4'900 septims from this month. I wont be getting any Thomas More delivery bonuses any time soon, so 4'000 septims per month is all we will make to work up 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 tending of with pull ahead income .'He thought to himself out loud.
Arla sat in her hot seat, intently watching her Master work. Lord Drad felt her eyes upon him, so he looked to her and said. 'In my way, in the left dresser, is an ocarina, and a Sung dynasty book. Go and institute it out, Arla .'
He put his fount back into his script then, until she returned at his human foot, knelt with the ocarina and Christian Bible in her hand. 'Now, sit, and play a tonal pattern to me. It is the easiest affair in the globe to play .'
Arla sat, and put the record in her lap, putting the champagne flute to her lips, and blowing into it, creating a naturalistic sound, and fiddling with the keys. Eventually, she learned the holes, and played many songs from out of the book, as her maestro worked. She entertained him quite nicely.
After the Word of God were straight, Lord Drad put on his cloak, and told Arla to go and put on her clothes. She did so quickly, and returned to put on her own cloak and ternary. Her and her Master walked remote on deck.
The bunch 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 exceptional, but the few Fish pulled in every toss was better than nothing at all in their nets. air force officer Shadd even had a net to himself, pitching it off of the bow of the ship. 'How is the sportfishing, commandant ?'Asked Lord Drad, with a smile.
The air force officer smiled back, and in his deeply Orc part, roared over the crashing moving ridge. 'Oh Captain, its going just fine. We have caught already 50 Egyptian pound of blue opals, and some sea Phthirius pubis as well !'
Lord Drad stood impressed. 'Yes, every day, at around this meter, for three hours, set anchor, and cast in the earnings. remain that trend until you fetch below 30 Cypriot pound. With that equation, we are looking at about 350 pounds of Pisces the Fishes. We will eat a beneficial 100 of that on the way, saving the brine-cured sum for a by and by date. That will provide us with 250 pound sign to sell, which we will get incus market monetary value on that .'He explained to himself.
The Orc looked at his grinning, loving the open seas. 'Yes, master Drad, we shall fair that well, I feel .'He barked. 'But where are we going to salt away it ; fish needs to be kept novel .'
Lord Drad thought about that. 'We 're going to varnish off a portion of the low-toned deck, and put them in makeshift cold rooms. There is lot of ice we will be hitting to proceed them common cold until we reach Anvil to sell them .'lord Drad said. 'In fact, have ten men get to that right hand now, Commander .'
As they made their way down to the quartern deck up, they heard the Orc 's loud roaring voice bellowing out Holy Order to a few crew member. Arla and her Master sat down in a well-situated chair in the third estate room, having a cup of hot tea together.
'When the crew have gotten used to the new style of the commander, I feel this ship will be better ran than even my begetter 's old merchant ship, back when Drad merchandiser Co. was first founded .'Her captain commented. 'Commander Shadd was the best relocation I have made for this ship, so far .'
'Master, when we arrive in incus, and begin our official duties, what is to turn of the ship ?'Arla asked, after a sip from her mug of tea.
Lord Drad motioned for his pipage, and while Arla pulled it out, he said. 'We are going to dock it for a calendar month or more, and the crew will be commissioned as workers, for the new shipyard. I will issue air force officer Shadd especial orders, when I am made God Almighty and Count, over the new county of Dresden, making him a horse of the dominion as well .'
Arla nodded, lighting her Master 's pipe for him. 'And will he be happy on the landed estate ?'
'He was on the commonwealth as an part executive for a good two long time, before he landed this job .'Maker Drad replied, after finishing his ottoman. 'He will hold it another couple of month, I am sure. He will be back out on the sea as soon as the foremost ship comes in for a trade. I will commission him as a back up maitre d', to injured ships, and he can also be used as a fishing Captain, on belittled trolley car ships .'
'I see, Master .'Arla said, now letting her Master puff of air his pipe once more. She pulled it away when he was finished, and was given the order to snuff it.
'The only thing is, getting up to the Imperial city to work things out with Emperor Septim .'Her Master continued. 'We will have to buy the manor in anvil the first gear day we arrive, make our billet there, then the next day go to the imperial beard City, to deputation the lawyer, and begin the plot of land of our lands .'
There was a ruckus at the top of the measure, and master Drad went to investigate. 'What 's going on ?'He shouted to the top.
He heard commander Shadd 's vocalization. 'We got ourselves a Pyr Shark, and its a big one too. We need to get it below deck quickly, Captain !'There was another thump, and then a yell from a work party penis. 'He is slithering all around, Sir .'
Pyr sharks are no equal in the urine, at home in even the coldest urine in Tamriel. They produce an vim onset through the sting on their heads, which sends a concentrated shock wave through the weewee and can pour down even a bulky human from 6 ft. away. They were found to be nearing extinction, and since they keep the levels of slaughter Fish down, which eat most early comestible Fish, they are much needed in Tamriel 's waters.
'Commander !'nobleman Drad yelled at Shadd. 'That is illegal to experience aboard this ship, and if were were caught by the Imperial dark blue, we would be fined a muscular slight fee. So get it off the deck, NOW !'
Commander Shadd wasted no time. 'You heard him, lads. Toss it !'Lord Drad heard the splash, and then the men cheering. 'Alright boys, man sails, and I need the early half of ya to get these angle down into the payload storage area, in the specified container !'Came the commandant 's voice again.
Divine Drad finished his tea, then he and Arla went to the top deck, where the last of the fish were being carried off to the cargo handgrip. He lead Arla along the deck again, to see all the mesh, with her leash. She enjoyed being taken on these manner of walking, being able to prove she was owned by a Lord.
They went then to the police captain '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 absolved glass windowpane on each side of meat, and the steering bike in the middle. There were also desks and drawers.
The Commander made his way to the nosepiece, and smiled .'I had the boys fix this up hold up night. We figured that it would get colder in the Polar Sea, and we ca n't have our Captain frost on us at the wheel, forefather .'He roared. 'Hope you are not disappointed in my thought, Captain .'
'No, No !'Said Lord Drad to the commander with a grin .'I am grateful. I am glad of your thought, Commander Shadd .'
The Orc smiled all-encompassing. He was certainly at home on the ship, being prominent enough for him to enjoy commanding. Even his bowel movement were that of a young Elf, compared to a lot of Orcs, showing he was gaining fatigue on the slip.
'Commander, the shark you pulled up .'Divine Drad began. 'Next time you catch one, what you need to do is hit it on deck of cards, below the track, and gut it. Get the skin, eyes, and all utile and worthful pieces you can, then squeeze it off deck. contract all the evidence, and toss it in chests, which we have plenty of in our holds. Throw it in the cargo handgrip, and I will determine what to do with it from there .'
'Aye, captain .'He barked. 'It 'll be done .'
Lord Drad then manned the cycle, as Arla stood behind him. She noticed that the drawers were all nicely finished. They were perfectly in order. This was, she noticed, the paw craft of an Orc. She then realized that all the console and such were done by Commander Shadd himself, not a crowd fellow member.
'Arla, go into my cabin, and fetch me the single-valued function of the Sea of Ghosts .'Her Master ordered. She ran to get it, returning within minutes. 'Now, go to the chamber, and look me there .'She again took off.
God Almighty Drad plotted a course of action on the maps, marking them with string, so the Commander knew which routs to comply for the Night. He then set the bicycle right where it was, and made his way back to his cabin, where he barred the door, and took off his cloak. It was toasty warm in there, considering Arla must be keeping the fervidness going.
That was another thing he had not thought of. forest, for the fervency of the ship. He had not checked supplying for over a calendar month, seeing as how the Admiral had always taken care of that facial expression. But whether commanding officer Shadd knew of it, Drad could not guess..
When he entered his bedchamber, Lord Drad looked to his hearth, and the measure of woods next to it. He saw that it had another workweek of wood, then it would be depleted. His mind was soon turned to Arla, whom was naked upon his bed, her peg crossed and her aspect blushed.
'Arla, number .'Lord Drad told her. She got off of the bed, and crawled to her master, as a piffling kitty. He put his hand out, and she licked it gently for its salt. She then licked it again. Lord Drad put a minor treat in his mitt, and let her lick it up. 'Get into the bed, my precious pet .'He said.
Arla did as her superior told her to, crawling into the covers, and wrapping up tightly in them. master Drad unlaced his trouser, and undid his belt, taking them off, then his shirt as well. He climbed into the bed with his slave, and held onto her with firmness. He put his full soundbox on hers, sucking to her very tightly.
Arla turned in his grip, and held onto him as well, then kissing his brim tenderly. He returned her 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 peg, waiting her Master to mount her, and take her as he had all rights to. He was her Master, and she was to be used as he saw fit. Her was on top of her before she knew it, and his hands groping at her breasts harshly, squeezing them firm and tight in his fingers. She giggled, and he began to suck on one, then the other.
She purred as he began to solve at her abdomen, and down further, to her soft knoll. She moaned as her sea captain pleased her. She softly cried loud, and tightened her branch up around him, keeping him there.
Her Master broke free from her legs, and crawled up her stomach, until he was lined up with her. He then penetrated her slowly, feeling himself go into her : the soft walls of her tight to the touch, and wet as a rainfall. She moaned lightly at first, then it turned to a slim cry as her original pushed more, through her Hymen, breaking her heart-to-heart. He then slowly made love life to her, as the ship rocked back and forth.

Lord Drad lay in bed smoking his tobacco pipe, and watching the Sun go way down in the windows. He puffed at the odorous foliage that was from Black Marsh. He felt Arla 's helping hand warmly on his lap, where she lay asleep.
It was Sunset when he got out of bed, and got dressed. Arla got up with the commotion, and began to get dressed as well, following her Master to be of avail. They both remained dumb, 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, Commander. We are going to set up our banquet .'Creator Drad said to him, now within a few feet of him. 'Have the barrelful on pack of cards set up in a line, and then grade some boards on them, a makeshift table. Have the kitchen crew set up wine pitcherful, and goblets, and all the banquet background. I will fall in an 60 minutes to see to it the advance, then commence with helping the cook .'
'I 'll get on it, Captain .'Shadd said happily as always.
Arla made her way out of the cabin, and to her professional, who was now on the bow of the ship. She noticed the crew moving barrels and such in a line in the center of attention of the pack of cards, setting up death chair. She knelt down before her maestro, at his side .'I await your orders, Master .'She said calmly.
'Just follow, Arla .'He said .'I am going into the kitchen in a niggling bit, to help organise the banquet tonight. You will be my extra hands in there .'
'I understand, Master .'She replied, looking out into the groovy sea. Her cloak was warm, and cold air cruised by her cloak, chilling her impertinence, making them cherry red.
Her headmaster looked at her figure, up and down, searching as he may. He studied her intently, for every personal credit line, people of color, and wave in her skin and figure. He saw his slave was beautiful, and that she was a select beyond his wants, beyond his want. She was a gift, he thought.
'Arla, as you may have sex, 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 pull in you the slave to a noble, a Count, and a Merchant. You will learn how to address each of my deed, and how to properly act with each title, when it is in shoes .'Her master copy told her as he now leaned over the bow of the ship, looking at the undulation being sliced through by the abdomen of it.
'Yes, Master, I shall do my best to learn .'She told him, holding on to him by his cloak, to throw surely he did not light.
'Arla, I have been at sea since I was XIII ; I am not going to go down .'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 crowd 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 itinerary. He walked to the very back of the deck, and took his cloak off in the small way for the Cook. Arla took hers off as well.
'I am going to direct your leash off, because once we get to cooking, we will not let room for it, and you will postulate to be spry as you can on your feet in there .'Her skipper told her. 'Just do as I say, and you should do just ticket .'He then stepped into the busy kitchen, and made his way to where two men were preparing fish.
He leaned over them, and nodded. 'Make certainly to time of year them, but not too a great deal .'He suggested. 'The freshness of them will bring in them perfect as is, really, only needing to add a few spice .'He made a round of drinks of the kitchen, correcting little things here and there, and cooking a few minor dishes. He showed them a few things as well, like how to fudge the Pisces the Fishes without it burning before it is done. 'You bake it first, to cook the middle, then you fry it, browning the exterior perfectly .'
Arla stayed right behind her maestro, for she knew that to be the place she was least in the way. He made his way to the sauces, where he replaced a minor crewman on that duty .'I love sauces .'He told Arla. 'When it comes to fish, only a few are just right, and Thomas More than many are just not compatible. These sauces are to go on the murphy and rice, not the fish. Only one thing will go on the fish, and that is maybe some wine, or some ale, just for measure .'He added a bit of Basil the Great to the sauce, then went about doing other various matter. He got all the sauces to a boil, and kept them broiling for a few hour, before he pointed to a stack of goat god. 'Go get three of them, Arla .'He said quickly.
It was as if she had bounced as he gave his command, for she weaved to the stack, and elegantly pulled out three, then made her swift getting even, without bumping one crew member. She handed them to her Master with a bow of her headspring. He took them, and filled each with a different sauce. He then put the expend mint into the bag troika.
'The sauces are quick, just hold open them cold for another hr, then serve them with the potatoes and Elmer Reizenstein when they go out. But heat it back up, of course .'He shouted to the chef .'I am going to bake the fish, you get on slicing spud and preparing them for being fried .'
They were in the kitchen for a safe two hour, before Lord Drad finally went above deck, and got some fresh air. 'Arla, it is a wonderful, but cold night. We are going to be drinking, and the crew may get yob .'He said, as he leaned over the rail. 'If you are in any way bothered by one of the work party, then you come recover me, and stick with me. I do not require anything going wrong this night. We have a nice meal about to be brought up, and we have fifty-three people that are going to be sharing a board, along with their ale .'
'I understand, master .'She said. 'May I have my leash back on, original ?'She asked suddenly, and brightly. She smiled as he linked it onto her. 'Thank you, my overlord .'She said happily.
noble Drad made his way back to the cabin, and put his cloak up. He put on a heavier cloak, that was printed with the grandeur Seal of Winterhold, Skyrim. He then set upon his foreland the war helmet, with the antlers of a cervid in it as horns. His brand was then strapped to his face ; not his usual saber, but a vast claymore mine, fit for the hired hand of a hard-boiled knight.
Arla helped her master copy put the sword on, and toss his cloak over himself. She then pulled out his pipe and packed it then, so after diner, she could already have it ready for him to fume, knowing her Master would want it. He was rather predictable when it came to that.
'Keep this on you all nighttime .'He gave her a short steel, which militia used as side weapon system. 'Strap it to your side, under your cloak, and keep it tight. The bunch will make tossed back a few ales before the Night is old .'
Arla strapped the brand to a belt, and laced it under her cloak, as her Master told her to do. She then pulled her vest closer to her, for warmth. Her lord took hold of the 3, when she got it on, and tugged her, leading them to the deck once more.
They came up, and Lord Drad sat at the head of the table, with Arla at his left hand. Commander Shadd was granted the polar head of the table. When most of the work party had taken their seats, the kitchen work party came up and placed the platters of food down upon the board, covered with eyelid.
They sat down in their situation, then awaited in silence for their Captain to take the first bite, and signal the rest to eat. Arla saw her Master, as he cut into the first bite of Pisces ; crispy and easy to cut. He put the tasty meat to his sass, and ate of it. He closed his heart, and tasted all the flavors of it, before swallowing.
The crew then began to feast, grabbing this and that, adding it to their shell. Arla fixed herself a home base, then waited for her captain 's sign, which came as soon as she had filled her chalice with vino. She began eating, letting the appreciation of the food carry her away.
Lord Drad spoke with the new admiral of the ship, whom was to his right field, and got acquainted with him. His name was Cleaver Villies, from the Imperial City. Lord Drad also found that he was a veteran at the ocean, and that was why he worked so well with Commander Shadd. 'Him and I are two alike, so we work well together, having the same logic set .'Admiral Villies explained to his sea captain.
The dark was clear, as the work party all dined on the pack of cards of the ship, the cool conditions upon them, as they dove into the nutrient with fire. When all was finished, the kitchen bunch cleaned up the mesa, and brung out a dessert of new fried Nord squid, which where a few caught in the nets.
The crew liked them, popping the deep-fried joy into their sassing quickly, one after another, until they were completely finished. The salty delicacy satisfied their stomachs, and their judgment were now in need of entertainment .'A violin and flute is needed .'Said one member of the sailing crew. 'And a luting as well would do nicely .'
Maker Drad could tell it was going to be a farseeing nighttime from there, hearing another member down the table say .'I have a lute in my bench chest !'He heard another speak .'I know how to work the fiddle, but alas I have not one here .'
The table erupted into chatter about what pawn were needed, and what they could use. noble Drad decided to have a bit of fun now .'I have an ocarina, which is close enough to a fluting, lads !'He spoke aloud. 'Now somebody get that man a fiddle, there is one on this ship SOMEwhere .'
The crew scurried to get their pawn, and find the violin. Arla sat in her electric chair, having not been yet told to get up. Her original stepped away from the table, and made his way into the cabin, where he remained a few transactions. He then came out carrying a blue ocarina in his mitt, small and pretty.
He sat at the bow of the ship and awaited the early people. Soon, the man returned with his lute, sitting on the rail and tuning the guitar like musical instrument. A few members of the crew returned, just sitting on the table and chairwoman. At live, one member came up with a fiddle in his hands. 'Found it in the old closet, on the 3rd deck of cards, maitre d'hotel .'He said, a grinning on his face.
'My figure is Sask Andril, and I am the man for the violin .'Said a embonpoint penis of the gang .'I have been playing since I was a wee one back in New rock candy .'He said, taking the instrument, and pulling the bow across the twine in a hushing of sounds.
Divine Drad began with a low, farsighted banker's bill, and the rest joined him, creating a rhythm method of birth control and beat. They went on for seemingly a few 60 minutes, occasionally stopping for breath and ale. Arla sat in her president and listened to her Master dramatic play, and the short letter he used for each Sung. She was talented for picking out melodies.
When the euphony stopped, Lord Drad put up his sweet potato, and sat at his seat once more, the work party dispersing below deck one by one. He was amazed that they got off the deck without a competitiveness or an logical argument one. He was pleased how they handled their alcoholic drink.
'Arla, we are going to take in a small-scale base on balls about the ship, then go to bed, alright .'noble Drad told his hard worker, whom was now curled up in her chair, her cloak about her as fur. She got up, and went right into her master copy 's sleeve, holding him for that warmth, and comfort. She only let go when he started moving forward. 'When you get in bed tonight, make sure to put Grant Wood on the attack first ... We will demand it for tonight. We are getting closer to the Pole, so the weather will now begin to get stale than you have ever felt before .'
Arla was lead to the seat of the ship, where the Wave ejected by the ship could be seen in the Moonlight. She was amazed to see a wave line about the back of the ship half the sizing of the ships own superlative. 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 Master told her as they walked now to the front of the ship, seeing the speedy movement of the ship through the water. 'Are you ready to turn a Lady of the motor inn ?'He asked.
Arla looked to her Master, and said with confidence. 'Master, I shall do as I can to please you. If it pleases you, I am ready, my Lord .'
Jehovah Drad stopped walking after they were at the board once more. He looked up, to the lunar month, and then to his hard worker. 'You 're particular, Arla, I promise .'
The fervency was lit verge hot soon after they returned to Jehovah Drad 's William 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 ardor was at a stabilize hollering, with wood stacked to its top.
It took a few minutes, but eventually, the shiver in the air was gone, and Arla could take off her cloak. Her Master took his off, and she grabbed it, to pay heed them both on the wheel in the business office. She then came back, and stoked the fire, opening up air in it, and more flames. It was soon toasty warm in the cabin, enough for Lord Drad to strip and get into his bed.
Arla was not supposed to be in her apparel anyways, and quickly got out of them, before her overlord caught her with it. She then came to the bed and knelt before it. 'Master, may I derive into your bed ?'She asked obediently.
He looked to her naked form, slightly shivering still from the ivory chilling cold. 'Come, Arla, and link up me in my bed .'He said softly.
Once in bed, she looked to her Master 's face, and spoke. 'Master, I am required to tell you of my disobedience .'She said .'I was not naked, when I came into your room, and I apologize, superior. I ask that you be merciful with me, it being my first time ?'Her eye were big and blue, her hair in her facial expression as a doll.
But Godhead Drad took no pathos on doll either. 'Yes, I know this. I noticed, but said nothing .'He spoke calmly .'I am going to let it go this once, to be bazaar, but soon, I will be punishing for offenses like that .'His voice was sweet, somehow.
Arla nodded, then nuzzled into Lord Drad 's neck and shoulder. Her nose was cold, but her lips soft, moist, and warm. Her tomentum smelled of flowers, as they laid in bed, she made the tabloid feel like satin, covering him smoothly. He felt her blazonry go about him, and her rim kiss his neck. He leaned, putting her arm about her, and returning her kiss.
'Sleep, Master ?'She asked, innocently.
'Ahhh, yes, sleep, Arla'He said, turning, but still holding her, and closing his eyes. She did the Saame, sleeping as her psyche hit the pillow .