To Ebonhart

When the ship pulled into the seaport, Creator Drad came out of the cabin, and made his way to the pack of cards. His first command was to lower sheet, and make set up to dock. All of the crew began carrying out his purchase order with a haste.
Creator Drad was a Nord, from Skyrim, and he had all the amercement qualities of such a mortal. His hair was long, and flowing, with blond and black streak. His centre pierced with a white-haired gaze. His soundbox was firm, and stalky, yet tall and fair. His face was unassailable, with a built cheek railway line, and stern jaw.
His ship was called 'Winterwriter'. It was a large frigate vessel, which was used in his commercial enterprise of transporting good to and from Solstheim islet. It was a massive ship, compared to most Nord watercraft, with five taradiddle, and over a hundred human foot long. It had three sails, and a row of oars. Its bottom near deck was the reposition hold, and the second to the keister was the rowing deck. The 3rd deck down was the crew 's after part, and the fourth was the galley, and interactive domain. The top deck was undefended, with a turgid cabin atop it, as the Captain 's quarters.
Lord Drad spent most of his clock time in his cabin writing of his adventures and travels. He kept an greedy Captain 's Log, marking all his locations and trades precisely. He also took interest in magic trick, which he practiced with awe. He kept near spell manual of arms that he could find in his personal library on board the ship, studying them with fervidness
Lord Drad came from a family of well off merchandiser from Trasklin, on Solstheim. He was born to gentlewoman Arial Trile, and Lord Hrothmund Drad, as master Nikolai Drad. He was seventeen when he began to sail with his father, to and from Skyrim and Solstheim, and he was xxii when he gained instruction of the 'Winterwriter'.
The crime syndicate 's Lordship came from Emperor Julyan Seros of Tamriel, when Neven Drad served as His personal guard duty. His line was then granted commonwealth in Solstheim, Skyrim, and Cyrodiil. In Cyrodiil, the God Almighty were granted commonwealth near incus, where God Almighty Nikolai 's first cousin, Drotho, made his base ; in Skyrim, they were granted lands in Winterhold, where master Nikolai Drad was based out of ; and on the island of Solstheim, they were granted landed estate in Transklin, to the very northerly, where his father was now based out of, maintaining the Drad Merchant Co. from a space, doing only the paperwork and account needed. Forevermore, were the Drad 's to be Creator of those lands.
Lord Nikolai Drad now had wide-cut ascendency of the Skyrim fleet, working under his father. He was Captain of the 'Winterwriter', and was whizz of the Drad merchandiser company. Now at age XXIV, he had achieved the in high spirits standard he possibly could within the Drad merchandiser Co. until he took over his Padre 's position

lord Drad told the crew to begin unloading their cargo, once docked at the port wine of New Rock. They were delivering much needed equipment and intellectual nourishment to the workers of the settlement there, which were mostly miners and Soldiers in the imperial host. He stayed aboard the ship, cataloging all that passed from his ship 's hold. His mitt scribbled about the lambskin as his crowd unloaded everything.
The police chief of the Fort made his way to the ship, after an hour or so of the ordeal, and stood at the wharf. 'Captain Drad ... .'He said in a solid imperial beard accent .'I have word from Lord Hrothmund Drad, that is urgent. It was sent here concluding night by way of foresightful ship'
'Hail !'Lord Drad said. 'Come aboard, and we shall talk over it .'
The Captain made his way to the deck of cards, from the board. He was accepted into the situation of Lord Drad 's cabin. He had a seat at the comfortable chair in front of overlord Drad 's desk.
'Please ... you have news from my father ?'
'I was told of an urgent delivery that you were to make. I know not the inside information, for they are concealed in this envelope .'The Captain set a leather gasbag down on the Divine 's desk. 'The courier whom brought this to us said that your father was in need of assistance, and you were the only one whom could help oneself in this subject. We were told not to face upon it, so as you can see by the unbroken seal, we have kept our part in this .'
Lord Drad looked to the envelope, and indisputable enough, his fathers seal was unbroken. 'Thank you, commandant .'
The Captain looked taken aback at this deed. But before he could say anything to it, Maker Drad spoke. 'Commander ... ... when a Captain is aboard the ship of another Captain, in order not to mix up rank and file, the statute title commander is used for the node .'Explaining it to him.
'I see .'He got out of the chairwoman, and made his way to the door. 'If there is anything I can do for you, let me jazz. You and your crew have delivered our trade good here more times than we can count, and we have always been satisfied with your servicing ... .never one ruin jar of wine, nor one damaged crate of foods .'
'Then the pleasure of thine name, Commander, if you will ?'
'Doshin, Victor-Marie Hugo Doshin of Bruma, Cyrodiil .'He replied, then pounded his bureau in salute to the maitre d'hotel. 'Lord Drad'
'Commander Doshin .'
He left the cabin, and Lord Drad began to open the alphabetic character. He broke the seal, and found that his father 's script was written upon the habitual bright bluing lambskin of the Drad Merchant Co.


Nikolai,
I have an urgent bringing you must take a crap for the Company. There is a shipment of armor waiting at the imperial host Base in Ebonhart, in the Dixie of Morrowind. It needs to be taken to solitude, Skyrim as quickly as you can muster your ship to go. I would let another ship to do the job, but currently, they are all to the West, transporting the damned blackwood Company captive for the Emperor. The fee for this serve, since it is so urgent, will be 6'000 septims. fix indisputable you get the money before you make the trip, for I think last time we dealt with those mass, we were shorted by 2´000 septims.
Your father,
Lord Hrothmund Drad.

He sat the letter of the alphabet down upon his desk and walked to the cabin threshold. His crew was almost done with the unloading, but he knew that clock time was needed now. He took off his vest 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. Maker Drad counted the coins by weighing them, then ordered his crew to restock what they could of food and supply in an hours time. Lord Drad then went to the Captain 's of the fortress Quarters.
'Captain Doshin, I have been sent to Ebonhart. Though I can not consecrate details of this, I can maybe be of some more use to you. We will be coming back this way in a calendar week time ... .is there anything that you need from that part ?'Lord Drad asked.
'Not right hand off hand, no .'Captain Doshin said, setting down the speech account. 'But I do want to ask about this new wine-coloured you brought. We ordered Cyrodiil 755 vintage, but the wine-coloured you have here on the invoice says 900 time of origin .'
'It is 755 time of origin that you are getting, be not fooled. But when my father saw you were making such a large order, he marked it as 900, so as to make the fee for you here more than bearable..it is one of our ways of keeping our prices as low as we can .'Lord Drad explained .'I assure you, the wine-coloured is just as you ordered, just packaged under a different class, to ward off the excess fees that the company would have to pay .'
'You mean value avoiding taxes ?'The skipper asked, with a belittled smirk upon his face.
'Avoiding additional fees, maitre d'hotel .'Lord Drad corrected, making certain the senior pilot knew to keep quiet.
'Hell, I do n't manage, so long as the wine is practiced .'He said. 'Hell, if your tax are going to my salary, and I am still getting five septims a week, then they can go plug themselves ... .I have no beloved for them, so do as you please, Divine Drad .'
Godhead Drad nodded his head teacher in salute, then walked back to his ship, which was now full of food and pee supplies. He walked up the plank and manned the headwaiter nest, which was just at the cycle. Drad gave the parliamentary procedure to rip out from the dock, and make whey
The ship 's crew began to untie the ship and row out of port, and God Almighty Drad went into the police chief 's cabin, to log the next journey they were to embark on. He began with the details of why, then the rout they were to be taking. His playscript filled the log 's parchment quickly with a pretty cursive script writing.

They were one-half way to Ebonhart, when God Almighty Drad decided that they could micturate an superfluous septim by stopping off in Gnaar Mok, and loading the ship with supplies to be taken to Ebonhart. He knew of the order, but had at first denied it, seeing as how far out of the way it was. But now, since he was going there anyway, he decided to make the excess halt, and peck up a shipment of kuama eggs, and present them to Ebonhart.
They pulled into porthole, and docked the ship. Godhead Drad disembarked 'Winterwriter'and made his way to the town center. He walked into the House Hlaalu center, and spoke with the Lord of the town. He knew that the lading was still needed, for he was the alone ship that could ready the social club, and he declined at first.
'Lord Andilo, I am Lord Drad, of the Drad merchant Co.'Began Lord Drad .'I can now make that order of kuama eggs to Ebonhart, for our routs have changed .'
Divine Andilo smiled, and bowed his head. 'Ah, neat .'He said. 'House Hlaalu indeed needs the trade, and could well use this opportunity. The crates are still at the docks, in the storage warehouse. Feel rid to take them when you see fit. We do n't consume many services here, and our resource are dried up at the moment, but you may seduce use of our local goods store if you need it .'
'I thank you .'Lord Drad said. 'However, we have a insurance policy that we get paid before the despatch goes out, so we will need the drake upfront. I am sure you have done business organisation with us before, so you know it is not going to be a default order .'
'Yes, yes of row .'overlord Andilo said. 'What is the price of this ?'
'I am figuring that the crates are around 100 pounds each, and that each one will adopt up around 5 three-dimensional feet of outer space, so I will say 50 Drakes per crate, plus the transportation fee of 500 Drakes .'Maker Drad said. 'Also, if there are to a greater extent than 50 crateful, we will lower the crate prices to 40 drake per crateful .'
'Is this a set price ?'
'I am the Champion of Drad merchant Co., and I have the power to negotiate on the place, being the psyche of the Skyrim sector. Since the Solstheim sector right now is so overwork, they have sent me in the stead of it, so I retain all negotiation powers as I see fit .'Lord Drad explained. 'However, the price I have set are well beyond fair, and there is not another company, including the imperial Trade Co. that can get this for you for a lower price .'
nobleman Andilo looked taken aback at this. He was of household Hlaalu, the negotiators, and this was by far some of the best business sector work he had yet to see. 'We could use you on OUR staff, Jehovah Drad .'He said, chuckling. 'Very well, we have 100 crates, and they are, yes, around a hundred pounds per crate. So that should number out to ...'He did some math on his digit .'4'500 drake for the whole shipment .'Lord Andilo then pulled out a musical composition of parchment and wrote on it. It was a hinderance, for 4´500 Drakes. 'Cash it at Ebonhart, and you will receive it in gold there .'
'That is indeed what it would appear .'Lord Drad said. 'But now I must get to loading the payload, for we are on a short-circuit clip scale of measurement. I thank you for your byplay, Lord Andilo, and have a pleasant evening .'
lord Drad walked out of the business firm Hlaalu shopping center, and made his way to the sorrel, where his crew then began to laden the crates into the cargo cargo area. The ship 's bottom pack of cards had a retractable incline, which was on the side of the ship, used to assume cargo directly to and from the bottom deck, making it easier to load and unload. So the outgrowth took only around 30 min, with all the crew, plus even Lord Drad, loading it up.

The ship left embrasure at a little after sunset, making their way now to Ebonhart with a shipment of kuama eggs. Divine Drad made his way into his cabin, then his bunk, where he rested for a spell. He had had a longsighted day, and needed the balance. His crew would aim shifts manning the sails, so they could rotate their rests, and still take a shit it to Ebonhart within a decent quantity of time.
As the ship sailed smoothly in the calm air urine, Divine Drad dreamed. The fleet motility of the ship cutting through the piddle, and the rocking and swaying kept him in his peaceful sleep. He loved the sway of his ship.
His dream was of the waves of the Topal Sea, just between Elsweyr and lightlessness Ngaio Marsh. He had not yet sailed those sea, though wished to now greatly, hearing that the barter there was well. He imagined the sea to be smooth and the weather to be fair, with merchandiser vas going to and from Cyrodiil and Valenwood. Yes, wondrous places indeed.
He awoke with a belt on his doorway. 'Captain Drad, we have spotted a pirate watercraft, just a few miles behind us. They are gaining in on us fast .'The voice shouted.
Lord Drad got out of his bed quickly and put on his armor and sword. He was always prepared for pirate ship, whether he was a Lord or not. He went out on deck, and took a face through the spyglass. 'We have 50 men on this ship, and all are armed with sabers and dirks. Get them all prepared, police lieutenant .'He told his First military officer. 'Keep sailing fast as we can while they take transformation getting armed .'
'Yes, Captain .'Said the Lieutenant. 'First and indorsement work party, gear up for struggle ! Third crew, sail fast, maintain hurrying !'He shouted.
Creator Drad spotted that they were around ten miles from the Hla Oad coast, and some 20 international nautical mile south of it. He knew that this battle would be a sea battle, indeed. They had not the clock time to pull out into earth, and could not afford to send a foresighted 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 expectant model made of sable, straight from high school John Rock. He put on his trembling of glass pointer, and then made his way out to the deck once more. The work party was now prepared to struggle.
'Lieutenant, pull down the sails now, let them close in, and let them opine we are surrendering. Do not let the men show their weaponry until I give the signal .'He commanded. 'We may yet get out of this .'
The Lieutenant gave the orders, and the sails were taken down. A white sword lily was raised above the mast, and the ship slowed to a halt Jehovah Drad made himself cook, by mustering his memory for useful spells.
The plagiarist ship approached quickly now. Soon, it was just next to them. A voice sounded from the ship. 'Captain of the 'Winterwriter', tell your crew to get on the deck, and keep their heads down, and their bodies flat against the deck of cards !'It yelled .'I am Captain Bravvard, of the vessel 'Brist'. I am taking your cargo, and your Au. You will remain on the deck until we are through with your vessel !'
'Do it .'Lord Drad said. 'But be prepared to get up and conflict quickly .'
The bunch, including Lord Drad, got to their stomach, and put their heads to the deck of cards. The plagiarizer came aboard the ship and began to go into the abdomen of it. Lord Drad waited patiently before he made his move. He knew it would take timing in order to pull this off just right.
When Captain Bravvard got aboard the ship, nobleman Drad cast a spell of tip, and the whole ship began to rock. Captain Bravvard was knocked off his substructure, and Lord Drad made his motility. He got up, and the crew all came up with him. Lord Drad went right for the headwaiter, and pulled out his saber.
'Stand down, you fool !'captain Bravvard said hastily.
Almighty Drad went straight for his cervix, but was foiled when the Captain rolled over, pulling his blade. It was a vast claymore, and he jumped to his invertebrate foot, swinging it broadly. The swing landed upon noble Drad 's saber, striking it from his manus. The next swing headwaiter Bravvard took just missed his head. But Jehovah Drad struck with a human dynamo, sending Captain Bravvard back ten feet, and knocking him back to his knees.
The crowd was immersed in battle, as their skipper fought. They all swung their weapons, clashing the branding iron and brand with great power. All were in battle, even the runts of each ship.
Maker Drad recapture his weapon system and came at maitre d' Bravvard quickly, swinging it downwards with force. It hit him square in his thorax, slicing him badly. He then swung again, this time slicing his arm with which he wielded his weapon. The next strike was a jab, piercing into the Captain meat, killing him instantly !
The crews stopped their engagement momentarily as master Bravvard was struck down. Jehovah Drad took his manpower and ripped into the wound in the maitre d' bureau, then pulled out his dig fondness. The crew of the pirate vessel was aghast with this, and many ran in fear of the Lord.
They tried to make way back to their ship, but lord Drad command his men to toss off them all. He began in a murderous wildness. He struck down penis after phallus of the pirate crew, and ripped at them with his hands as well, blood spraying about the deck of the ship, his armour, and over the sides, tainting the calm piss with red.
Every utmost fellow member of the pirate crew was idle, when nobleman Drad was finished. He took a look about his deck, and then said. 'Men, tuck up all the armor and weapons of the fallen, both sides. Kick the scum off the edge, and then loot the ship. When all of economic value is taken, burn up it into the sea, and make sure enough it sinks !'

They took all of note value from the literary pirate vessel, including a bureau of Sheogorath Statuettes, and a sacking of skooma ( an illegal drug, which enhances strength, and endurance, however, makes the taker hallucinate ). The ship was then burnt. nobleman Drad then told his bunch to man their positions, and take a leak weigh.
They arrived in Ebonhart early the side by side morning time, with a full shipment of kuama eggs, literary pirate weapons, and stolen trade good. God Almighty Drad, before they unloaded their loading, asked the lieutenant to abuse into his authority.
'Lieutenant Ply, as you know, we have on this ship many stolen good .'
'Yes police captain !'
'And we have skooma as well .'
'Aye, Captain .'
'Here is what we are to do ... .we are going to tell the Imperial host here of what happened, but we are going to leave out the skooma. What was in that shift is around 600 bottles of it, and that will fetch a very very fair price on the black food market, especially with the local thieves guild here in Vvardenfel .'He said to his First Mate. 'We will make our way back to solitude, and deliver the weapons, of course, but on the way, we are going to turn back off in Seyda Neen, where I know there is a den of stealer to be located. We will trade with them all the skooma, minus a bit for the bunch, and then make haste to our destination .'
'Aye, sea captain .'The deputy nodded his head.
'Now, I am making a log about this attack, and a report to send back to my father in Solstheim. I will admit ALL of the actions taken place, and I will make sure you are granted a ship of your own to control. You have earned this new spatial relation, and while I shall overleap your abilities as a First Ilex paraguariensis, I can not let this action go unpaid. You fought bravely, and we lost only 4 men .'
'But Captai ... .'He was cut off.
'That is all, deputy, your dismissed to go about loading .'overlord Drad said.

Skooma and Kindnesses

The 'Winterwriter'made its way to Solitude quickly, now with only weapons from the Ebonhart Imperial garrison, and a release of skooma. It was a fair day, however, and the soaring was smooth still. Lord Drad made surely that he was well in contingent to his father, when he was writing out the written 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 purposes. 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 simulation of resupplying. They bought around 300 septims of food, just to make it look good. 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 ducky drink while he was relaxing. This was no metre to relax, but if he were to find the element that he sought, he needed to let himself back a bit. So, as he sipped his mead, he watched closely the other patrons of the inn. He waited patiently for the rightfulness import, the right signs.
Then, as he took the utmost sip from his mug, he saw it. The handshake of one of the patrons carried to a greater extent than a grip. It was a slip of paper of the 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 strike the slip. 'Would you like a beverage, friend ?'He asked the man, whom was of Nord pedigree.
The patron looked at him with a funny eye, and decided he should at least micturate a bit of an investigation into this, but took the beverage. 'Sure, booster. And Mead as well, so honorable to birth a kinsmen offer a grand gift. But why me, friend ?'He asked, as he took the mug of mead.
'I am looking for a fencing .'Replied Lord Drad with an upturned brow. 'Know of a post I can find one ?'
The Nord looked at Lord Drad with oddment. His green eyes flickered at the mention of this. overlord Drad wondered if he would play along. 'Down the street, you will notice that there is a workshop, they sell many things, including fence posts .'He said to lord Drad with sarcasm in his vox, obviously playing a plot to prove the waters.
'But I am not looking to buy a fencing, I am looking to throw one .'Almighty Drad replied, playing along. 'And I am afraid that the shopkeeper would not be glad if I asked to make one in his shop, with the items I am to make it with .'
The Nord smiled. 'Fences are fences, are they not ?'
'Truly, they are not .'Lord Drad said, then continued. 'The case I wish to make up is rather ... ..liquidy .'
'What is your figure, acquaintance ?'Asked the Nord, now very interested, but still playing.
'My name you shall know as Pylon, for now .'Creator Drad said. 'And what is yours ?'
'My name is no secret around here ... .I 'm Raflod, the boaster .'The Nord replied with comfort. 'But how can you work a fence from liquidity ?'
overlord Drad was loosing his longanimity now, however, and decided that the plot needed to be ended, and business begun .'I am looking to deal dreams, that come in a feeding bottle. My dreams are worth much more than the chance fencing .'
Raflod looked to Drad and smiled. 'Ale ? Mead ? We have that already !'He said loudly, sucking down another gulp.
'Enough, I am wanting to sell some skooma. Am I in the right place, or not ?'Lord Drad said, loosing his equanimity with the drunken Nord. 'If I am not, I shall take my business somewhere else .'
Raflod shook his caput now. 'No, no, you 're in the correctly place ... .come, let us spill the beans more upstairs, where there is a well-situated common room we may speak more freely .'He then began to walk up the stairs of the inn.
Maker Drad followed him up the stairs, and found himself to be in a comfortable room, with a couch, and a fire as well. There were many death chair, and a table with a deck of cards of cards upon it. Raflod sat at the table, and beckoned that Lord Drad sit as well.
'So, you have come to trade skooma, eh. You look like the type of Nord who would be prancing around in Cyrodiil, not the kind that would be in a poorly Ithiel Town as this, selling drugs to the local anaesthetic thief lodge .'Raflod said, drinking a bit more of his mead.
'What I am, and my origins are of no importance to you. I am here to prepare business, not share stories .'God Almighty Drad responded sternly.
'Alright alright. Well, I am the local flight attendant of the Thieves Guild in this townsfolk, and I am the one to talk to indeed .'
'That is well. Let us now commence with commercial enterprise .'
'How a lot are you looking to sell ?'
'Five one C and fifty feeding bottle, each six ounces, and all are unopened .'lord Drad said, having already counted them beforehand.
Ralflod whistled. 'You may be capable to trade that much for a decent fence in say ... ..Gnaar Mok, but here, in Seyda Neen, you wont find anyone able to cover such an amount .'He said.
'What is a becoming amount, to you ?'overlord Drad asked.
'Well, where we are most striking, in places like Gnaar Mok, and Suran, decent would be eighty septims per bottle. But here, there are very few whom can cover that. We would only be able to pay out ... .thirty septims per nursing bottle. It is a robbery, but we can not afford to spend so much .'
'And what if I were to say that I was willing to talk terms a slight, to regain a suited monetary value for both of us, be it aureate, or otherwise ... .or both ?'
'Otherwise ?'
'I would be willing to have 30 septims per bottle, along with a warrantee, that whenever I am in this town, the stealer Guild will be accommodating to my needs, whatever they may be. I will be a fixture customer here, if the hospitality is correct. I am very influential, and can make up this town 's Thieves Guild flourish with my business concern. have this offer, and I will come back here every time I have such types of good in pauperization of selling .'Lord Drad explained to Ralflod. 'When you get your economy up, then prices will get safe, for the both of us. It will help us both in the prospicient run .'
Ralflod thought about this for a while, and drank to a greater extent of his almost empty mug of mead. 'Alright, I can do that. We have a small sanctuary here in Seyda Neen, just outside of town. Take the route past the silt strider, and when you find a cavern, enter it. I will be waiting there at midnight tonight. Bring the skooma with you, and you shall get paid when we have it. But even with the price so low, we will only be able to afford to take say ... .three hundred feeding bottle .'
'You can hit up the departure in the future .'overlord Drad said .'I will come there with three men, and we will have the skooma with us .'
Ralflod smiled. 'Then we shall meet again soon, supporter .'

lord Drad had his crew pull out the carrier bag of skooma from the cargo hold, which was quite heavy. They put it on a cart, and began moving it to the caverns Ralflod radius of. The three men that Almighty Drad chose to accompany him were Lieutenant Ply ; Privet Uls, a High Elf ; and Privet Doil, an Imperial whom had joined the crew earlier that year.
When at the cavern incoming, Godhead Drad opened the gate. He was greeted by Ralflod, along with a few other people, all of them Dark elves. 'Pylon. Good to see you made it .'
'Well met, Ralflod .'
'Just have 'em set the load down right there .'He pointed to a small area of the cavern. 'We have the gold waiting for you, but will count and weigh the load first. Elis, Arthis, take the encumbrance down to the sleeping room, and count it ... .I 'll remove care of the store .'
Lord Drad waited as the hob took the payload down the cavern halls. He then leaned against the cavern rampart, and made himself comfortable. His crew waited about him, uneasy at the factor they were in. Creator Drad knew what he was doing, but his gang was still on border, for stealer were not to be trusted.
'Alright, now, the gold will be in legal community, for that is what we trade in here. It is much easier to trace septims, and we do n't involve that trouble, especially with the imperial Offices right here in town. So, if it is alright with you, we will begin .'Ralflod said.
'It is okay with me .'
'Good .'
'My name, Ralflod, is overlord Nikolai Drad, of the Drad merchandiser Co. I am the Champion of the Co. and the head official of the Skyrim faction. This loot was taken from an attacking buccaneer ship, along with a few other item. Now you know whom I am .'Lord Drad said .'I feel that a business sector human relationship should ingest a sure amount of trust, especially this character .'
'I see .'Ralflod replied. 'Well, you know my figure already, and now you know our hideaway ... .so I think the trust on our role is fill in. But call me Flod, please .'
'Alright Flod .'
One of the Dark Elves came up the hall, and spoke in low vocalisation with Flod. Flod nodded, and sent him back down the halls. 'Alright, it all checks out, and now here is your gold .'He walked over to a small chap, and pulled back a tarpaulin. Under it were six gold bars. 'They are, you should eff as a merchandiser, worth the agreed upon amount of amber .'
'I agree .'Lord Drad said, nodding his nous. 'Lieutenant Ply, engage them, and make your way back to the ship. I will finish this wad here. shuffling sure the ship is ready when I get back, we need to navigate before offset brightness level, in order to gain it to Solitude on sentence .'
'Aye, Captain .'He then picked up the Au, and handed a few pieces to the other members of the work party, walking out of the cavern.
'Now, we have done a just amount of business, Flod .'Lord Drad began. 'With what I have sold you, and have given as well, your thriftiness here should be rather salutary. I am taking it it will take you around a month or so to fence in off this much skooma. I will return in two months or so, and with more detail that need fenced. I will be expecting a better economy from this section of the esteem stealer order then, for this is a plenty in force start for your lot .'
'Yes, yes, this will boost us quite nicely, and you are for sure to see more gilt seminal fluid from us in the future ... .and we will not forget this kindness, Lord Drad .'Flod said with honor. 'If ever you require our services ... any of them, we will be well-chosen to aid. I consider you to be a slumberer agent for us. I know of you, and I will make believe sure you have all benefits of being in our club, without, of course, actually being in it .'
'Thank you .'
'Much welcomes .'
'But now I must make haste, fifty my lading be late .'Lord Drad said, turning to pass to his ship.
'Wait !'Flod said.
Lord Drad turned to confront him, and raised an eyebrow. 'Yes .'
'Would you be interested in a pet ?'
'A pet ?'lord Drad inquired. 'Is there import to this, Flod ?'
'The humanoid form .'
'Hahaha, a slave ?'Laughed Lord Drad, shaking his head.
'Yes, a little Nord female child .'Replied Flod with a smile. 'She was sold to us legally, but she is of no use to a bunch of thieves. She is only twenty dollar bill years, and her pilus is red as fervency. She is from Dawnstar, Skyrim, and is very petite for a Nord woman. She is well fed, but her build is low naturally, I guess. We are not cruel here, and have treated her wellspring. She just is minor .'
'A small Nord ? Hahahaha !'Lord Drad chuckled .'I 've never heard such a thing .'
'Elis !'Called Flod. 'Bring up the Nord, Arla !'
Elis could be heard from down in the caverns, and range being unlocked. They came up the Charles Francis Hall, and stopped at Godhead Drad and Flod 's mien.
'Here you are, master Drad .'He said. 'As you can see, she is well nourished ... .just small, as I said .'
Arla was just as Flod had described. Her whisker was long, and fiery red. Her eyes were of a hopeful blue sky, and big as wiz. She was petite in build, standing only five foot seven, and having small shoulders. Her breasts were average sized, compared with her physique, and her case was as a graven image upon rock 'n' roll, pretty and stern.
'I see you are rectify .'Lord 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 way us credit ... view this a gift, from one Nord to another .'Flod said in a booming voice.
Divine Drad stood with his hands at his sides. He thought about this, and the implication of such a thing. He knew that slavery was banned in the rest of Tamriel, but not here in Vvardenfel. But once across the boarders, she would be free.
'And do n't worry about her going innocent. She is under a peculiar declaration, which makes her a legal striver, in all provinces of Tamriel .'Flod explained before lord Drad could even ask the query. 'Here are the papers .'He handed a set of papers to Godhead Drad.
He took the papers, and then understand them. Sure enough, it was legitimise. 'Alright, this is acceptable. Does she have her chains, or are you to keep those, and I find my own ?'
'Ah, she came with no chains ... we have been using just a set of shackles that we stole from an Imperial precaution a few months back .'Flod said. 'We just got her a week ago. She is rather shy, as you can see, but from what I have seen, she is built like a slave, and is willing to serve .'
'I am sure you have seen ... .and felt .'Lord Drad commented.
'Ah ... .as I said, we are not cruel .'Flod said. 'We did not have-to doe with her, and she is pure. A slave is not to be used like that here. We were going to sell her in Sadrith Mora, to the local slave market there, but had not gotten around to it yet. But since you have offered us a kindness, we shall offer you this kindness in homecoming .'
'And I thank you, Flod .'Lord Drad said .'I however, am not so kind as your lot, and will use her as a slave. If I am to receive her, she is to be place to me, and I shall do as I please to her, or with her .'
'Hey, that 's your patronage, Lord Drad .'Flod said. 'We also have a record here, down in the cavern. It 's on how to trail a striver, the claim methods. She is already built like a hard worker, so it should be rather slow for you .'
'Alright, then I shall live with, and necessitate her .'Lord Drad said .'I will still be back here in two months, however, and with more loot .'
'That is well, Lord Drad .'Flod said. 'Elis, go and get that Book, it 's on the pectus in my chamber. founder it to Lord Drad, so he can leave for his urgent journey .'
Elis ran down the halls, and returned quickly, with a leather bound book in his hand. 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 impart. 'Come, Arla, we have to go quickly. I have an appointment to make in purdah .'
Arla followed closely by him all the way to the ship, and always a gradation behind him, in deference. He boarded the ship, and made his way into his cabin ... .Arla stayed just outside the room access.
'Come .'
'Yes, father .'She entered.
'I have but one bed .'Lord Drad said, sitting at his desk and placing the slave documents and book upon it .'I do deliver an additional blanket, for the harsh winters of Solstheim, that you may use to sleep on the floor if you wish. But when we get up to the magnetic north, you will freeze if you do not use both, as will I. So I am afraid you will throw to bunk with me during those times .'
'Yes, Sire .'She replied, bowing her headland.
'I prefer either overlord, or passkey .'Creator Drad corrected her. 'Now, go into my chambers, and sleep ... the cover is in my press, side by side to my dresser .'
She walked behind him, and opened the door to his bedchamber. She walked in, shutting the room access, and rummaging through the closet for the mantle. Lord Drad then opened his Log, and start out to write, telling of his new found pet. He left out the thieves as Charles Herbert Best he could, substituting them for traveling slave traders. He also kept out the gold bars.
Lord Drad walked out of his cabin, and told his Lieutenant to man the port, and set canvass straight for Solitude. He said to make it quickly, and have all men man their office, for they were behind schedule by a day and a half now. All he could hope for to get to Solitude on time was that the weather condition sent him a jazz and no storms.

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'Winterwriter'sailed quickly through the choppy piss of the Vvardenfel coast. It was two day later that they arrived in the Sea of Ghosts, where the mouth of the duct opened up and let them into the in high spirits sea. Godhead Drad was glad that they had made good headroom here.
The wind was kind to them so far, and Lord Drad was glad for that. He decided to not go out to sea too far, and stick to the coasts of Morrowind and Skyrim, in order to avoid storm and plagiarizer. It would slow them down only a bit, and the welfare greatly outweighed the risks of such a motion.
Arla was turning out to be a well trained slave, once Divine Drad used the tactics that he found in the Bible Flod gave him. The rule book was titled Pets and Masters : a skilled guide to training any race as a slave. He found it most useful, and within days, Arla was already getting to recognize his will better than he thought potential.
As he made his way about the deck, she followed one whole step behind him, and always with her manus 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 action served Lord Drad perfectly. But she was not quite fully trained yet, and master Drad knew it would make clock time, so he was patient.
The crew of the ship knew that she was his striver, but not how he had acquired her. They had an idea, but no exact details. They all kept quiet about it around Jehovah Drad as well, minding their own business. They had been with him long enough to know his methods were his own, and he was under no man 's scout but his own.
'Lieutenant, how a great deal provision do we get ?'Jehovah Drad asked, as he met his Fist Officer on the deck.
'Enough to last for another three Clarence Day of sailing, but the crew, I have heard, is getting tired of eating unproblematic sugar and fish ... .they want meat .'Lieutenant Ply said. 'That is just what I have heard, Captain Drad .'
'I see .'He remarked. He thought for a second. He searched his memory for where the nearest porthole was from where they were. 'Okay, we shall ready a stop in one twenty-four hours time. At that metre, commit out a hunting party, and have them get back enough gist for another three mean solar day. Send ten men, and have them return within the day, regardless of how much they have caught .'
'Yes master'Replied 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 merchandiser Co.'Lord Drad said. 'You may make a log of this promotion, but make no remarks as to why. I do n't wish to give birth any written evidence of our action as of late. We may be doing this on a regular basis, and I do n't need some snoopy Imperial Guard to find any evidence. As of right wing now, we are carrying only effectual good, and we are going to keep it that way .'Lord Drad said, knowing they still had 50 bottles of skooma in their cargo hold, in a secret area.
'I understand, headwaiter .'The admiral said, understanding that as far as he was concerned, they did not exist.
noble Drad then made his way to the caboose, and sat at a table. Arla sat next to him, a foot away. She sat with her hands upwards upon her stifle, awaiting for any indication as to what her passe-partout would require.
'Arla, go to the kitchen, and get a meal. All repast are the same here for now, so just ask a Captain James Cook to make two plates, one for you, and their skipper .'Lord Drad said.
While she went to convey intellectual nourishment, Lord Drad pulled out his parchment and charcoal pencil, and began writing.

My dear Father,
We have made our way to Solitude, and should be there within the next few sidereal day. By the time you receive this, we will have made our legal transfer and will be void of loading. I request that deputy Ply, whom is now and admiral of this ship, to be given his own ship to control.
He was well skilled when the pirate attacked, as I have recorded in the accompanying letter to you. He has served me well in all things, and deserves to suffer his hand tried at commanding a ship. I would suggest that he start with a simply merchant year cruiser, and get the round-eyed unit of ammunition between Northpoint and Farrun, in High rock-and-roll. It is an prosperous rout, and has no indigence of refine orders.
I have come across a slave, as well, father, and have been training her fountainhead. She is under a special contract, which I have studied with attention, that allows her to be a slave in any province. It turns out she was taken captive from Dawnstar, Skyrim, and the imperial beard legion there had her as a slave.
Her crimes were that of killing a Noble, whom was her brother. She was charged with the criminal offence, and hence, is now a striver. She can never be released, only sold and traded to new proprietor. 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 house. How is the new ship coming along ? I heard that it was to soon be finished, and added to the Skyrim fleet. If that is so, I would like to love where it will be docked, so I may realise rabble for it as soon as I can.
I will be making my way back to Solstheim, even as you read this. I am going to make my usual port at New Rock, where I will wait your ordination. I do hope that I will be having a more regular trade route, for being on random deliveries is getting taxing on the crew.
I have one more petition : May I make my way to the Topal Sea. I wish to try my hand at those waters. There are many trade routes there, and of course Anvil and Bravil have skillful trade.
With love, your son,
Lord Nikolai Drad

As Arla came back to the mesa, she sat the home plate of food down, one before her Master. Lord Drad folded the varsity letter up and put it into his undershirt pocket. Arla waited silently, as Maker Drad ate his food.
He then realized that she was waiting for him to let her eat. She was a good slave, and followed protocol exactly. 'You may eat, Arla .'He said kindly.
She picked up her fork, and began cutting the baked fish. Her helping hand 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 pauperization to waste salt on curing it. But she ate it without complaint, for it was solid food, and she was grateful for that.
Lord Drad finished his meal of bread and Fish, then got up. Arla stood when he got up. 'You may end up eating. I will be on the rear deck, checking the cargo keep. seed find me when you have finished your food .'
'Yes, original .'She said, then returned to her meal.
Almighty Drad pulled out his parchment once more, and made his rounds, checking the condition of the crateful, the quantity, and the amount of space they took up. He also took notes on how much weight that they had, and how low the ship sank into the water, while carrying them. He was very professional about load, for he had never once lost a despatch, or had a go bad crate of goods ; he wanted to keep it that way.
He was almost finished calculating the space for the crateful, when Arla came down the steps to the cargo hold. She came up to overlord Drad, and got to her genu, bowing her head in presentation. 'We will be stopping ashore for around dozen hours tomorrow. At that prison term, you are to stay put aboard the ship as the men search. I will be going to pick up herbaceous plant and early such things, so you shall interest your prison term by studying the texts I have set for you .'Lord Drad gave his orders.
'Are there any fiat I have as of now, passe-partout ?'She asked.
'This is the invoice, for the delivery of the artillery from Ebonhart to Solitude, Skyrim .'He handed her the account, keeping the calculations for himself. 'Take them to admiral Ply, and tell him to ratify his name to them. yield when you are done. I may not be here, but find me .'He ordered. 'Dismissed .'
She quickly went about performing her tasks, and noble Drad went about finishing his deliberation of the crates. There were forty crates of weapons, each taking up around seven cubic feet of the cargo detention. They were already paid for their services, so it only mattered for documentation 's sake that he calculated the space and weight of the detail.
The Drad merchant Co. was paid 6'000 septims for their pitch, as a service fee, and 100 septims per crate as the delivery fee of each crateful. This was one of the well deals in all of Tamriel, and the Drad 's knew it. They made it so cheap for cargo ships, because they had style around the taxation Laws, letting them low-pitched their price. This was why when even the imperial beard horde needed weapons shipped, they came to the Drad merchant Co..
Creator Drad went to the holding room, where the gold for completed livery and other such action were kept. He counted all the septims that he had acquired, and added them up. It came out to 24200 septims, including the atomic number 79 measure ... but he left them out, making it 15200 septims that he put on platter for his beginner bookkeeper to bring off. He logged all transactions, and then opened a privy trap door to a small area just below the last deck of cards. He put the taproom of gold in the hidden area, where the skooma was also, to keep them safe. He then placed the rug back over it, keeping it out of plenty.
Lord Drad walked up the step to the fourth deck, where the vast oars were all tucked away neatly. He went up the steps there, and made his way to the gang 's quarters. He was greeted by Privet Uls.
'Captain .'
'Privet Uls .'Jehovah Drad replied. 'Continue as you were .'
'Yes chieftain .'Privet Uls commented, now going about what he was doing.
Arla met Lord Drad on the top deck, at the Captain 's nuzzle, and presented herself to him. 'Follow .'He said, having no other duties for her to perform at that prison term. He then made his was to his billet, where he put the calculations and orders in his desk. They would be given to his father, when they returned to Solstheim next.
Arla stood behind Lord Drad as he wrote in his log, marking that the calculations would be in his desk, and the actions that he performed. Lord Drad, though he acted as though he did not handle to notice her, was well aware of her bearing. He rather enjoyed her still fellowship, and thought heavily about her as of tardily.
What was her tale ? When did she murder her buddy, a baronial ? For what intellect ? All these things ran through lord Drad 's brain.
'Arla, go get my cloak from my Sir William Chambers, I am getting rather frigid .'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 do any action to provoke thoughts about this, but she was much taken aback that her Master had said 'thank you'to her. It was simply her duty to obey him in any way that he wished. She thought about this, though kept her stress upon her Master always.
Lord Drad pulled out a pipe from his desk, and set it down, then pulled out a leaf of fine tobacco from his vest air hole. 'Arla, sit please, and learn .'He said. He began to explain how to tear the leaf, and pack the pipe, so she was able to do so.
He picked up the leaf, and tore it into three striptease, then again, ripping them, essentially shredding them up to a fine hash. 'You see, you make sure that the foliage is clean of root word, and that the smidgen are diminished, so the baccy burns well in the pipe, otherwise, it will go out too easily'He said, commenting on his methods. He then took the tobacco and placed it in his pipage, packing it firmly, but not too tightly. 'You need it to be firm, but not tight, so that the airflow is just right, letting it hold up longer, but not bite out .'
His pipe was made of wild boar tusk, and was around five in long, with a very subtle curve. It had a lid in the bowl, for snubbing the coal for former use, as well, and the tip, which was put to the lips, was fitted with a comfortable rose thumb wrapping, which could be replaced as need for gall.
noble Drad picked up the pipe, and lit a catch, puffing the pipe with ease, now leaning back in his chair. He thought to himself as he puffed. What is she thinking right now ? Did she actually teach how to fill and pack this affair ?
He sat upright again after a few more puffs, and closed the lid, snuffing the coal. 'Now, from now on, you are to carry this, and all former tobacco equipment that I wish you to, so that you may shred and pile on the spot as I desire .'
'Yes, Master .'She said, nodding her head. 'May I use the loo, Master ?'She asked, now squirming in her chair all of a sudden.
'Yes, you may .'He replied. She walked into his chambers, and then he heard a door close, indicating she was in the bathroom. He sat to himself, and thought of what needed to be done in the next few twenty-four hours. His responsibility were lax, as of belatedly, for the sailing took guardianship of itself mostly, and the crew handled most of the lading and unloading. He did know, however, that he should be studying flora, for his harvesting of herbs when they made a stop the next day. He pulled out a Quran titled The particular chemistry : plants and other meaning for alchemical and food purposes..
He flipped through the pageboy of the book, studying the text carefully, and looked to the section of Skyrim, where it listed the commons industrial plant of Skyrim, and what they looked like, their properties, all about them. Arla returned, and knelt at his side, awaiting orderliness, as he read through the book. He did n't subscribe to his eyes from the pages, when he told her. 'Have a seat, be at comfort for a while. I have no orders for you at this clip, Arla .'
She sat in the seat opposite of the desk, and placed her hand upright upon her knees. She sat straight, with good military posture, and kept her gaze solely upon her Master, focusing all her attention to him. Lord Drad kept his eyes upon his Koran, but knew she was watching him, and that did make a certain dent in his brain ; like a distant intellection to the rachis of his psyche, that someone was at his fully attention.
'Master, may I speak ?'Arla asked.
'You may .'
'If I may puddle a suggestion .'She began .'I have noticed you are reading about botany, and I know that you told me to stay on the ship when we make estate, but it is my obligation to inform you of my usefulness in such an surface area .'She paused.
'Go on, Arla .'
She gulped, making her low gear opening move really as a useful slave, taking a tone for herself, getting to know her obligation to him, rather than being a simple automaton .'I was a phytologist, back in Dawnstar, and I am very skilled with flora, especially in Skyrim. The inhuman dungeon many plant life from growing, but also, many have adapted to the weather condition .'She continued, now more comfortable, seeing that Divine Drad was not showing blackball emotions to her statements .'I think I may be of use to you, if you wish to collect herbaceous plant. If I may inquire what purposes the herbs you are looking for shall serve as .'
Godhead Drad kept an eye to her, but showed no emotion in his face. He thought for a second, then said .'I am looking for herbs that will spice food up a bit. Meat is well and good, but I want to find something that is going to make it a treat to eat. Something that will fall up any man 's tongue .'
'Yes, captain'She said.
'What exactly are you asking of me, Arla ?'
'May I go with you, when we land ?'She replied, a hopeful look in her optic. She was tidal bore to learn, and to please now, and Lord Drad saw that .'I would like to avail as best I can .'
'You may go with me, Arla .'God Almighty Drad decided. 'But when we return, you are to come back to this very way, and study these school text .'Divine Drad pulled out a stack of three parchment composition from his desk, and laid them on the top.
'I shall, Master .'She said, then was silent.
Almighty Drad then continued reading the book with a comforted mind. He knew he COULD lookup for the plant life, but with difficulty. Now he had mortal skilled in the craft with him, and he could make use of that.
After a spell, he set down the book upon his desk, and looked to Arla. 'Tell me about yourself, all about yourself, Arla .'He said with a odd voice.
'What would you like to sleep with, Master ?'She asked with a pretty voice, eagre to please.
'Well, let us set out with the not so happy subject of your imprisonment .'Lord Drad said .'I do n't wish to make you sad, or raging, but I need to know of your past tense, in purchase order for you to serve me correctly'
'It affair not my disposition, master copy. Only if you are proud of with me, is my duty done .'
'Then evidence me about it, Arla .'He said, calmly.
'Well, when I was fifteen, I had begun to get word of spells and magic, from a local mage in Dawnstar. I was avid in my studies, and I did well to study the ways of illusion, and all shoal of such learning I did well in. The mage 's figure was Ilina, one of my brother 's many interestingness .'Arla said. 'She found him to be ... .unwantable, however, and refused to let him win on her further. He did not adopt kindly to that, and began to go after her even more. He was a rummy, though he was a nobleman in the motor lodge. She kept teaching me, however, and even taught me all about flora and alchemy ; that is where my knowledge of such things come from.
One day, my brother got very drunk, and came to her home, where me and her were practicing thaumaturgy : the school day of destruction. He came at her, and tried to coerce himself upon her, but she cast a paralyze magical spell upon him. She then issued his crocked body from her house, and closed the threshold. An hour later, him, and three others came to her house, and barged in. I was in the following room when I heard the commotion, and decided to investigate.
They had her down, and were stripping her of her clothes. Since she was wearing only her mages'gown, they were able to get it off easily. I cast a patch at them, with an sphere affect, from the school of Illusion, making them disoriented But they were resistant to it, and turned their eyes upon me. My brother kept going at Ilina, but she tried to push him off of her. His familiar came at me, and I knew not what to do !
I had a dagger tucked inside my gown, which I used to cut flora when studying plants and such. I pulled it out, and held it at them. The laughed at me, and came quickly across the way !
I empowered it with a spell, and sliced the number one one deeply through his chest ! His scream pierced the house shrilly. I then spun, and caught the other on his throat, line of descent spraying about me and the floor. My brother saw the rakehell, and ran over to me, catching my arm with the dagger in it. He turned it upon me, and I had no other choice but to attack him, lest he kill me ! I cast a demolition spell, catching him feather in his chest, sending him flying across the room into his comrade. He was short when he hit the the ground .'She paused, now with a font that was intrinsic to a bad memory board such as that. 'His early mate ran to the door, and quickly made his escape. I went right to Ilina, and helped her up. She quickly put her gown back on, and took placard of the situation.
'What did you do ?'She asked with a articulation of gravity as I had never heard her before. 'He was a Noble ... .we 'll be hanged for this ! We must go, NOW !'
I took my dagger from my blood brother 's script, and cleaned it off, putting it back in my robes. His friend with the breast wound was still alert, although barely breathing. Ilina restored him as ripe she could with a healing while, and some herbs we had collected earlier that day. She then gave him instructions on how to sustain himself until help arrived for him.
After she gathered a few things, which consisted of a bag of septims, and a pack, she took my script and yanked me out of the house with her. We were fleeing, knowing that there was no chance of getting let off, even with the attack on her. My brother was a Noble.
She got her sawhorse ready, and we mounted them, riding off as quickly as they could behave us. Her abode was to the West of township, so we knew we had a opportunity to form it to the nearest port wine and escape Skyrim, if we took the support roads, and kept to ourselves.
On the way, she talked with me. 'We are going to go to my teacher 's home base, in Solstheim. He has a space in New Rock, and we can hide there until we can find passage to Vvardenfel, where there is no military expedition of crook to any other imperial beard Province .'She explained.
We made our way to the coastal area, and took a sea way of life to the nearest embrasure. We let the horses resign when we were but a geographical mile away from the port wine, so as not to take in attention by being rid of them in the Town. When we got there, however, news had already spread of the attack !
The guards noticed us from the description given, undoubtedly by my Brother 's comrade. They pursued us, and we ran once more, but could not escape, for they were on horseback. They quickly caught us. Ilina cast invisibleness upon me, and told me to run, as the precaution overtook her. She faught them as best she could with non-lethal magical spell, and that is the conclusion I ever saw of her.
I ran until I could run no more, and then the magical spell wore off of me. I was left to my own. All I had was the cognition of the flora, and the intellect of a mage. Ilina was a part of the Mages'social club, but had not yet initiated me, wanting me to get a line for one more year before I became a phallus. But now all I could do was to sustain myself.
I found a humble cave, and hid myself there, thinking what I could do next to get out my situation. But there was goose egg I could think of. I knew naught of her teacher in Solstheim, and I knew not of any way to get to Vvardenfel without taking a sea port, which I was sure all the guard had been alerted of.
So, after two sidereal day of staying hidden in the cave, and eating only the lowly amount of victuals flora there, I came out, and made my way to the East. I knew I would run into a minuscule settlement somewhere, and hopefully, it would be a place secluded enough to not have any Imperial sentry go of the Skyrim Legion there.
I sustained myself on the many plants along the way, and drank of melted blow. I was cold, having only the mages'gown, but I made due with a charm from Illusion, with sum up warmth to my body. I knew I could make it, if only I could find a safe shoes for a few days.
I found a modest Greenwich Village after a few daylight, and made my way slowly into the town nub, seeing no sign of imperial Guards. I went to the inn, and asked for the figure of the colonization. They told me the town was called Krushlef, and that it was just South of the port of Prothhilt, which was where Ilina and I were caught by the guards.
I begged them to let me rest the Nox, but they would not let me without the Au. So I had to be on my way again. I made my way N, going closer to Prothhilt. I found a small watercourse, just barely trickling with water, for spring was coming in, and it was not stock-still completely.
I cleared a circle in the C, and made a modest fervour there. I knew it was wild, with guard duty searching, but I needed warmheartedness and the fire would keep the marauder away. So I slept until the morning.
As were my fears, the guard duty had spotted me, and were surrounding me when I awoke. They grabbed me, and pushed a fabric sack over my heading. I felt a harsh hit to the back of my header, and all was lost, until I woke up the next dawn in a cell of Fe.
At my trial, I was constrained with a wizard roadblock, and was testified against by my brother 's fellow. I was sentenced to serve up a life of thrall, in any responsibility that I was in, never to be released, only to be passed from one owner to the next, until I die. But that was not my concern.
I had learned, at the test, that the guards had brought Ilina to Dawnstar once more, where she was tried and executed for her actions against a Noble. She defended herself, but my brother 's Comrade had testified there as well, sealing her lot. My parents, whom were dead, were nobleman, and that made me a stately, though of lesser worth than my brother. That is the lonesome affair that saved me from the same circumstances as Ilina.
As I was shipped to the hard worker grocery, I cried to myself over heartache of Ilina, and I could not stop. I was so tear by her luck, and by the actions of my brother, that I could not operate myself. My judgement shut down, and I was alone, I knew.
My first master was a Nord by the name of Hekleif, whom lived in purdah. He and his wife, Neira, used me as a servant to their firm, and treated me very well. They were both kind to me, and fed me well. I grew to enjoy them, as I served them well.
When I was XIX, they moved to Vvardenfel, Morrowind, to the city of Vivec. It was K and beautiful then, where the Man-God lived. Every edifice stood with enceinte gloriole, and all the people were high school and baronial, even the highschool Elves, whom hated the Nords, as far as I was always told. Hekleif liked the metropolis, and he and Neira were both static living in the Foreign Quarter.
When I was almost twenty dollar bill years of age, they went bankrupt, for Hekleif and Neira both lost their occupation. They were forced to deal me in the hard worker market in Vivec, and also their home there as well. They had to proceed to the city of Caldera, near the Ash Mountains. I never saw nor heard from them again.
I was kept in the slave market place until I was twenty, being trained properly as the grocery saw fit, as a slave. They taught me what I now know to this day, of serving, and of being owned. They were professional about it, and they taught me well.
The documents that you hold, you will notice, state my magic power, and they kept that in measured retainer. They put an fascination on me that limited my deception, to only let me do healing magic upon myself, and others. Only one person I know of now, has the power to annul that enchantment.
I was sold soon after I turned twenty, to a iniquity Elf named Tarjain. She lived alone in Pelagaid, and needed a servant to tend 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 traveling slave monger. She gave me no intellect, 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 van. 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 person, but I served them as best as I could. They only made me perform chores such as cleanup and washing, and other such things. Ralflod was sort to me as well, and told me of his business organization even.
After three months, you came along, and here I now sit, Master .'She ended her tale. Her buttock were red as her haircloth now, and her eyes low to the floor.
noble Drad walked to her, and picked her chin up with his finger. 'Thank you for sharing with me your taradiddle. Some was sad to see, and other parts well to listen. But I tell you, I am glad to have heard it all, for I now know a petty bit about you. One day, I shall tell you my total narrative, though not so interesting as your own is .'He said.
She nodded. Her hands remained on her knees, medal upwards .'I would love to hear it, Master .'She replied quickly.
'Now, however, is the clip for you to tell me of the mortal whom can override the enchantment upon you .'Creator Drad went into a voice of levelness and intellect now .'I want a mage, not a simply a lowly slave. You are trained in the ways of deception, so you shall now be getting that back. Whom is this person ?'
'His name is Navan, Navan Drasil .'She said calmly, but with a slight happiness in her voice.
'And where can I line up him ?'Asked Drad.
'He was one of the striver Masters back in Vivec. The finish I heard of him, he was still there, when I left .'
'Then once we are finished with this despatch, you and I are going to pull in a tripper to Vivec, and gain ground your world power back, Arla .'Godhead Drad said with a smile, and a cheery voice.
'Thank you, skipper .'She said with true up thankfulness

Masters and Lords

The ship made mainstay near the coastline the next day, and a raft was sent to the shore, with ten men, plus Lord Drad and Arla. The raft was tumid, decent to carry twice as many people as it was. They came ashore, and made their way inland in the snow a bit.
'Okay, lads, go and trip up what you can, and proceeds within 12 hours. I will be here when you get back. Make sure to kill only animals that you can carry back here, and only unity that you know to be comestible .'Lord Drad said aloud to his crew.
They dispersed, on with their hunt. Lord Drad and Arla then began to make their way to find oneself herbs. They knew what to look for, because of Arla 's experience in such fields.
After a few time of day, Lord Drad and Arla had collected a issue of herbaceous plant for culinary U.S.A., and many with healing properties. They sat them all down in a sack next to the good deal, then went out again, to explore for more.
It was nearing sundown when they were finished collecting herbs. Lord Drad and Arla sat next to the raft with a fire electrocution brightly, waiting for the crowd to return from their hunt. But they still had another two hours, before they had to return to the ship.
Lord Drad knew that this stoppage would set them back even more, but he knew morale of his crew was significant. He knew that without a crew to man the ship, NO detail would come at all, so he made a sacrifice, to pull together meat for the gang. They would then be felicitous with their lot, and would make the sailing a lot smoother.
As they sat in the firelight, Lord Drad practiced a few motion with his sword, as Arla watched him. She wondered, as she saw his swift movements, what her passkey 's background was. Had he always been a merchandiser ? Had he learned his ways from his kinsfolk, or from somewhere else, and started the company on his own ? Did he own Drad Merchant Co. ? Where was he from, originally ? All these things soared through her mind as she saw his flashes of steel.
The night was growing on, when they heard a din about the area. They heard removed noises, and distinctly head voices for sure enough. Then they saw a torch, and knew that the hunting 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 carryall beach waggon, with skis made of Sir Henry Joseph Wood, to slip over the nose candy. On it, there were a act of animal, not all of them to be made out in this light. As they came closer, Maker Drad went to them.
He found that there was not just one, but three totes, each with a issue of animal on them. Obviously, the Holman Hunt went well for the crew. As they pulled, each had a smile upon their faces. Divine Drad as well had a vast grin, knowing his crew was felicitous.
As they pulled, Creator 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 homo point, and cast it a 100 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, Maker Drad got behind the lastly tote, and helped tug it to the raft.
As they sat it down, Divine Drad said to his crew. 'Okay, we are going to compact what we can onto the batch, and have half of us man it, the early one-half staying here, and keeping predator from getting to the meat. We will return with another raft, to get us out of here in only one More slip. When on the ship, you will take it all to the galley, and into the inhuman room, putting it where you can. After that, go directly to your bunk bed, and ease ... the ship will be manned by the ease of the crew, since you all made the hunt .'He then started packing the animals into the raft.
Arla noticed all kind of them : a boar, two deer, and a pot Lion, along with two couplet of cony. It did n't take long for the whole bunch to get the animals into the raft, and then afloat. Arla and Drad stayed with the hunters, while the rest of them rowed back to the ship.
The men sat around the fire, warming themselves with it, as Arla and Lord Drad sat back from them, and watched the flock make it to the ship safely, then begin unloading the stop into the ship. Then, after twenty mo or so, they saw another mint 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 bone. But her superior was by the shore, not next to the ardour, so there, just behind him, she remained.
overlord Drad greeted the raft with a smiling, then immediately began to load it with the carcass of the creature, along with the residuum of the hunters, while the men in the raft stayed in, so they could just pull back out. The irregular raft arrived just as that one was pulling off of shore.
The raft was quickly loaded up, and then the holdall were left, the fire snuffed with Snow. Arla grabbed the sac of herbs, and then followed her Master. Lord Drad, and the sleep of the bunch got in the lot, and went back to the ship. When they boarded the ship, noble Drad and Arla went right to the Captain 's nestle, where he issued the order of magnitude to set canvass to his men. Admiral Ply was asleep now, so there was no penury to bother him, when Godhead Drad had a voice just as well.
As the ship was beginning to move, Arla all of a sudden came closer to Jehovah Drad and grabbed onto his arm. She held him closely to herself. Godhead 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 fountainhead facing the deck of cards now .'I am regretful, master, I had no right to equal you without your warrant .'She said in offering of apology
Lord Drad nodded his brain, then looked to the masts, which were now at wide-cut sail. He turned, and walked his way to his cabin, Arla behind him. But before he reached the door, he took her in his arms quickly, and held her tightly. He remained his hold for some metre, before patting her back, and returning his walk to the cabin.
Arla followed him into the cabin, and waited as he took off his heavy cloak. She then took it, and placed it on the rack, near the door. She took off her own cloak, and put it there as well. The cabin was fond, being heated by the firing of the galley being filtered of gage, and the headspring leading to the elbow room by pipes.
'Arla, tonight, you need sleep in my bed. The mantle will be needed to be combined, and together, we shall stay warmer .'Lord Drad said, now sitting at his desk. 'Now, come, and sit next to me .'He said.
She went to his side, and sat with her legs below her bottom, next to him on the base. She was perfect top for Jehovah Drad to pet her hair, as his pet. 'They told me they were giving me a pet, and now, I have one for sure .'He said, as he stroked her hair softly. She giggled quite a bunch at that, being please with her lot for now.
Lord Drad soon stopped petting his footling pet, and pulled out the Captain 's Log of the ship. He began to spell down the actions of the Night, and the hours that it took. He kept account of their time, and their solid food supply. He wrote also, about the herbs that were collected, and of his slave 's expertness on the theme.

Lord Drad leaned over in his bed and felt succeeding to him the soft, warm body of Arla. Her tender shape was plush to the touch modality, but firm as well, with the effeminateness of silk, and warm as a globe of firing. Her hairsbreadth smelled of the herbs they were collecting, and her breathing rolled about like a melodic wind.
He wrapped his arms about her, and closed his optic once more, returning to his eternal rest. Arla, however, was not asleep. She felt his arms come about her, and felt his breathing quicken, knowing that for an second, he was thinking about her. She knew he felt for her, at least somewhat. She was lucky, to give birth a lord that cared for her.
She turned in his arms, facing him now, and putting her arms about him. She felt his midst soundbox, yet not harsh. It was comfortable to throw, to find. She closed her center, and fell into a peaceful dream, as she held her lord, and he held her as well.
The Sun was up when Lord Drad awoke. He sat up, gently removing Arla 's arm from his bureau, then dressed in his common dress. He slipped quietly into his office, and pulled out his book on knuckle down training. As he sifted through the page, he noticed that the newspaper publisher he had ordered that Arla show were now out of order ... he knew he did not touch them, so she must ingest actually read them, spacing her time on her own.
The theme were her training orders, her spoken communication patterns, her proper activity in sure position, and early such things as she needed to know. Lord Drad was please to see that she had read them. He then looked into the al-Qur'an more, to find other useful hints on the preparation. This was the first time he had ever taken a striver, and he was not used to certain things. Sometimes he felt the Koran was teaching him how to be a headmaster, rather than train her how to be a slave.
As he sifted through the pages, Arla awoke. She got up, and went into the office immediately, not even getting dressed first. She knew that her kickoff duties upon waking were to find her victor, and present for orders. Upon opening the door, Divine Drad turned in his chair to see her.
Her hair was a mess, being unbrushed yet, and her face had a crinkle, from where she had laid her headway on the line of a blanket. Her body, her nerve, everything, however, was perfect. She was the model every charwoman should follow, to being a beautiful charwoman.
She knelt beside her maestro, and bowed her head. lord Drad looked to her, peering down her odoriferous back, with smooth skin, and a few freckles here and there. 'Get up, Arla .'He told her. 'Go get dressed, and ready for the day .'
She walked back into the chambers. As she turned, Almighty Drad noticed her bottom : stave and plump, and firm as could be as she walked. She was well formed, indeed, and the way she walked, she knew it as well.
She put on her robes, and then a brace of wool socks, and then a duo of leather iron heel, tightly lacing up her shin. As she brushed her hair and tooth, she thought about the night she had just had. How wonderful it had been.
Lord Drad kept recital, learning what he could from it. He went about his duties charting a course from Solitude to New Rock, Solstheim. He looked to his map, plotting the routes, and marking on a travels index, in the cover one-half of the Captain 's Log. He marked it Return journeying, 3E208, forward month 26 day. He then put his pencil aside, and pulled out a sail of new parchment from a desk drawer. Arla came back then, as he began to drop a line.
She knelt side by side to him as he sit in his chair. She waited for her master to reply to her, as he wrote on the parchment. He wrote out the delivery detail, and logged it, then put it in his Log, for documentation 's purposes.
He looked down at Arla, and spoke to her. 'Get our cloaks, and a helm as well, they are in the closet .'She got up, and went into the 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 fleshy fur as well.
They went down to the galley, and got a breakfast of boar meat and labored bread. Arla brung the denture to a board, then awaited Lord Drad 's Holy Order for her to sit. She ate, after he had taken a bit of his food, as was the steady 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 take a leak a roundabout way, and discover this Navan Drasil, and see if we can not make you a working mage again .'He spoke, as he looked upon the page. He traced his finger's breadth down a craft rabble, which brought them from New Rock to Khuul, then from Khuul to Hlo Oad, and on to Ebonhart. That was three stops, and his sire was sure to ingest deliveries to and from each of the coastal city .'I will be using half a crew, to cut back on costs for the journey. Since we will not be making a large voyage, the ocean can be navigated by twenty-five men, always with half resting, to keep them rotated and unwary When we make it to Ebonhart, we will delay our journey by ship, and go to Vivec, to see our little prestidigitator .'
Arla silently listened to him, taking snack from her intellectual nourishment now and then. She took in all of what he said, and could not wait until they got her magics back. 'Thank you, my overlord !'She told him, with the look of a grateful cleaning woman in her centre.
They were on the top deck, when the shore of Solitude was spotted, and in another hour, they were pulling into the haven. The crew unloaded the ship, putting it in wagons owned by the imperial Legion to bring them to the fort. Lord Drad gathered the right signature from the ship's officer, then went back aboard the ship as the bunch closed the holding deck '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 maitre d'hotel 's draw close, on deck, and gave the routs to full admiral Ply, sending the ship in its course to Solstheim. Arla stood next to him as he looked from his snuggle, peering into the icy sea.
'When in New rock music, I shall go to the clothing goods memory board, and we shall get you new garb, to withstand the frigidness winters in Solstheim. It is frigid there than it is, even in Skyrim .'Lord Drad told Arla as she watched the ocean waves.

The journeying to Solstheim was rather uneventful, and they were there within another few Day. The ship was hauling through the Wave now quickly, with a blow of farting from the South, pushing them along. New rock'n'roll was achieved within the week, and they made port there.
Lord Drad had sent the letter to his forefather three solar day ago, so he should bear tidings of their coming. It was midday when they were docked. They had no load, and they needed to get their profit back to the Drad merchandiser Co. post, in Trasklin. But, there was a weekly rider, coming back and Forth River with news between here and there. They would simply ship and await word by way of messenger
In the mean value time, Lord Drad took Arla out, and through the cold town. As they walked down the path, to reach New rock 'n' roll, the wind caught time lag of their cloaks, and even with them on, they were rather cold. They made their way to the habiliment 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. Creator Drad looked through the mantle, in which he found a high character fur blanket, with a indulgent cotton facing in it, for an extra layer for Arla and Jehovah Drad to slumber with.
Paying for the cover, and a numbers racket of gown and pants for Arla, the peak came out to sixty septims. Lord Drad took out a low bag of coins, and handed the lady at the heel counter a few atomic number 79 pieces. They walked back to the ship, and put the hooey away, the blanket upon the bed, and Arla 's clothes in the cupboard.
'Next, we are going to find you a real weapon .'Lord Drad said. 'We will find a sword Joseph Smith, and have him custom forge you a weapon that you can properly wield'
Arla nodded her head. 'Yes, lord .'
Arla followed her Master to the topical anesthetic smithy, and entered the shop class. 'We would like to accept a sword hand forged, to fit her height, weight, and flair. I care not the cost .'Lord Drad said to the man, explaining what they were looking for.
They were shown what could be done. The Smithy had them choose between a number of different metals : silver gray, blade, Iron, or Adamantium .'I would care it to be sword, with traces of silver medal in the mix, if it can be done .'Arla told him.
'It can be .'He then put ten bricks of sword out of a vault, and one of silver. Putting it in his pushcart, he lead them to the smelting pot. 'Now, this sword can either be curved, as a cavalry sword, or rapier, or it can be in the style of the Elsweyr Katana, with only a gentle curve. If it is to fit her height and weight, I would not propose a large sword, such as a bastard, or a claymore. Just pin with the barge panache .'
Arla saw a issue of handle for each vogue of steel, and many that she felt were very comfortable in her hairgrip .'I 'll acquire the Katana Style, and with this case of pummel and grip .'She said, holding up a fateful cloth, wrapped around bamboo, which was wrapped and stuck tightly to the humble tang of the sword.
'Very well .'He chose the mold for her sword, for its introductory innovation. 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 set about curving her brand to a perfect slant. 'Come back and see me in a few minute, and I might be prepare to start taking her take 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 repast, and all repast that come from the ship. But each individual crew could buy his own special point, freely, with their own earnings. Drad merchant Co. would not pay for it, but would earmark them to do it.
Arla suggested that the buy bristleback essence, being a more tasty pork than pig. Jehovah Drad saw her point, and bought six pounds of it. He was not getting much, only material 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.
Maker Drad got a few pound sign of potatoes, and a few bags of herbaceous plant. There was not very much in the way of vegetable, being a coarse winter. The adept they got were a selection from a small bag of blackberry bush for ten septims, or a individual tomato for eight atomic number 79. Jehovah Drad got the bristleback inwardness, the spud, and the herb, all for twenty septims
But Lord Drad had that 180 septims, his share of the amber bars, and he was also paid a sum of money as a bonus, for every full delivery he makes. For every complete delivery, overlord Drad got an extra hundred septims, as a fee for his services, not to cite a monthly salary of 4'000 septims, which Drad Merchant Co. pays him every clip he is in to port at his hometown haven of Winterhold. He always saved almost of it, but keeping a twenty-five percent of it in gold in his elbow room, for his own disbursement while he was on a journey.
He had 800 septims left from that as well, from live on calendar month 's payment of salary. With buying the goods and food, they now had 900 septims to last them for two workweek. It was the 17th of April, and he would realise 4'000 septims to his epithet on the 1st of May, waiting for him to pick up at the Drad Merchant Co. halls, on a dock in Winterhold.
Lord Drad and Arla put away all the goods in the cabin, back at the sauceboat, and the work party made their trips into town at their pleasure. They were simply waiting for the hebdomadal messenger. Besides, it was adept for the work party to require a day or two to repose.
The messenger came a day later, around mid day, and delivered a varsity letter to master Drad. It was an prescribed Drad merchandiser Co. envelope. Something to do with business sector of the company was inside, indicating transferral orders, or new loading invoices. Lord Drad opened it to detect his father 's reply to his to begin with letter.

Lord Nikolai Drad, Captain of the frigate Winterwriter,
I have heard your request, and have thought it through about it. I have seen that there are many routs in the Topal Sea opened for trade. You will receive invoice in Winterhold by the 1st of May, and will from then on be in care of the two field, both Southern Tamriel, and Northern. I will take attention of the small coastal trades here on Solstheim.
Until the 1st of May, you are free to do as you wish. I have no more special orders for you, so you are OK to go back to your unconstipated duties as adept 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 side by side workweek and sending it to Winterhold, with a ghost crew on it. There, Admiral Ply may be named senior pilot of that ship, and given any set of routs that you feel him capable of.
On to the matter of your slave. Do not let her intervene with business. She may help as much as you desire, but when it is more a trouble than a help, I warn you, it will soon turn bad for you.
For these next two weeks, go wherever you wish, on freelance work. You are the Champion of the Skyrim fleet, so you may trade as you wish. On the 1st, and view the invoice, and you decide which one you will fill, and which to decline.
We are doing well here, and all is well. We hope you are doing well, son. Have a beautiful journey, son.
Jehovah Hrothmund Drad.

Lord Drad took the missive, and brought it to his desk. He marked on his log his succeeding action, 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.
Maker Drad had Arla instruct the smithy on how long, duncical, wide-cut, and lumbering her katana should be. After she gave her measurements, the forge once again took out a cock and anvil and got them ready. He placed the unfinished katana into a kiln to heat the blade and silver enough to let it flex to the mallet manipulation.
It took five or six instant of being in the kiln before it was ready, but Lord Drad and Arla stuck around and watched the forge work in his workshop. They watched him pound the katana at first unloosen hand, then with a pair of pair of tongs, and once more in a plaster bandage, to keep the hits from spreading metal that was not meant to propel. The forge was finished after another hours Charles Frederick Worth of employment, with the brand and pummel. He then set to go fitting it with a handle, using the Sami style as Arla had earlier picked out.
They watched as the bare metal became the shape of a katana, customs built for Arla 's flair and sizing. It came out to be three and half groundwork long, and had a razor sharp vane on. Arla 's oculus lit up when he said that all that was left was the sheath.
'Well, do you want the Greco-Roman sheath, or would you like a back sheath ?'The forge said, setting the finished steel on a counter, while sheath were sought
'A classic intention, please .'She said.
'And what coloring should you like the wrapping, and the clutches ?'He asked.
'The clasp should be black, and the wrapping shall be red, with small dowry of blacken .'Arla directed the smithy.
'Okay, so, open me another few minute, to hone the sheath to the steel, get shaver gouge out of the brand, and overall perfect tense it. If there is anything you would care written upon the sword, now is the prison term to tell me where and what you want .'The smithy informed Maker Drad and Arla.
Lord Drad stepped in and spoke before Arla was permitted to do so. 'Engrave this at the very bottom of the blade, and very little .'He handed the forge a piece of parchment containing Lord Drad 's Navy SEAL design. 'And upon the sword, it shall have designs of fire and idle words, all about it. shuffling certain it is deep enough so that nicks do n't affect it as much .'
The smithy nodded, and went about making the sheath. Around three time of day later, it was finished, and Arla had a complete sword to shout out her own. Lord Drad spoke with the smithy, and asked how much the divine service would cost him.
'Well, each bar of sword was 20 septims, and each of Ag was 40 septims The military service fee will be 200 septims, and the completed sword will come out to around, four hundred and forty septims'The smithy tallied up the bill. 'Also, if your working in the Imperial Legion garrison, you have a extra deduction, making the first bars of steel free .'
'No, I am Champion of Drad Merchant Co., but I am not directly associated with the imperial beard legion .'Lord Drad told the Smithy.
'Then four hundred XL it is .'He said. As he was paid, he handed Arla her sword with a slight bow of his head. noble Drad and Arla walked back to the ship, and decided to protrude looking up plans for livery.
Lord Drad looked to the mathematical function in his cabin that closed in on the Vvardenfel Island, and sought trade rout that came near Vivec. He saw one, which lead him from New rock, to Dagon Fel, Vvardenfel, then on to Tel Mora, Morrowind, and finally, stopping right in the metropolis of Vivec, Foreign Quarter. Lord Drad marked a new rout for the ship, on its mob maps, and Captains Log. He wrote out his intent in a few details.
Arla held her new katana in both her workforce, and swung it broadly. The cabin bedchamber were quite large, and she had enough way to swing loosely. Godhead Drad continued to document the activeness. He then wrote off a letter to his forefather, giving his specific counsel of his ship, and where the full stop would be.
The Northern miner, a diminished tavern, needed a check sent away, to the amount of their spendings in goods. Their cargo to Dagon Fel consisted of a simple piece of newspaper with red ink upon it. But they were also guaranteed to profit another load, on the way back, directed to New Rock, being able to nominate to a greater extent deliveries, even on the way back.

admiral Ply gave the orders to shove off from interface, and head the way to Dagon Fel. They made good clock time, only a day and a half, and were loading up crates in Dagon Fel, for ten septims a small-arm. They made an easily 500 septims, by taking them to Tel Mora.
In Tel Mora, they were paid 6'000 septims to take 30 crate of potions to the Foreign Quarter of Vivec. The journey was well balanced, for they now had just enough lading to make it worth the misstep down to Foreign quarter anyways. But nobleman Drad was beaming they were capable to gain some Au on the way, paying for the slip in gold.
In the Foreign fourth, they unloaded the crate of potions and had them hauled up to the city medical checkup university. Lord Drad then had no more pitch, so he had metre to search for Navan Drasil. He also had time to bet for a delivery, for the recurrence plate, as not to waste a trip.
To begin his search, he looked in the Canton used for selling slaves the most, which was the arena Kuangchou. Divine Drad began to look for the established trade mart there. Arla began pulling at his cloak, when she spotted her old owner.
'And there is Navan .'She pointed out, showing Creator Drad a man in an graceful robe, and a fine silk cloak. He was a acutely trader, and businessman, Lord Drad could see. 'He is the one whom put the enchantment upon me, Master .'
'Very well, we have your text file, and all we need to do is pay the fee, and sign up sealed functionary newspaper publisher, and they should annul the enchantment upon you .'They walked up to the booth, and mentioned whom they were, and their purpose. 'And I am her current owner, and indirect request to have her trance taken off, for I am capable of handling a necromancer Slave. She is not worth as a good deal to me, as a simple wench .'Almighty Drad finished.
'Very well, just let me get the proper papers, and you can get her a knead Mage by Sundown .'Drasil said happily. 'It is always a good sight, seeing Sir Thomas More owners skilled enough to moderate thaumaturgy Users as slaves. Only Wizards now daylight can do it normally, but it pleases me to see a Master that is not a thaumaturge, controlling a Magician Slave .'The man said as he flipped through a monumental amount of lambskin papers.
'Oh, I am a Magic drug user, Sir .'Lord Drad said .'I am a Wizard, of the lineage Drad. I was trained at the Nord Academy of Solstheim, then in the imperial beard City at the Arcane University. My noesis of magic trick is acceptable ,'
'I see, that certainly does dispose as a Magic User, and also, whatever rank you are in the Mages Guild will look for you when reversing this. Mages'Guild members get half off of the fee .'Navan said, pulling out a quill now. Lord Drad pulled out his own : a gross nibbed Clifracer feather, with a cap that was silver. 'Just signal at the tooshie of every Page .'Navan said.
'I am a 3rd degree Warlock, a 2nd degree star, and a 1st point mage. My rank is Agent, and I am a Spellwrite of the Guild as well .'Lord Drad dipped his quill in the pot of red ink on the table, and began signing his distinct signature. It went quickly, the papers being signed and documented. After all the papers were done, Divine Drad got a transcript of each piece of paper, by way of illusion duplicate.
'Now, we will go to the store room right away, and I shall find the while to remove this trance. I have it put in a whorl, in case I have need of a quick reversal .'He was very cheery about his oeuvre. He was too cheery, in fact. 'The fee is three hundred septims I will require the atomic number 79 upfront, I am afraid. Other than that, we are almost ready .'
They walked into the humble elbow room, and looked around a bit for his curl. He spied them up on top of one of the drawers, and pulled the bundle of old, Robert Brown, spell ringlet. He searched through them a while, reading the lowly school text of each one, in decree to chance the one he was looking for.
Godhead Drad saw the old spell, and knew they were in fortune, as Navan pulled it out of the megabucks. They walked out into the lowly area before the kiosk, and Navan had Arla standstill in the midpoint of a 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 vim took form of ! Arla stood amazed at the gravity of magic trick that was being held on her, not letting her plaster bandage her own go. The Magician whom created this was a captain of his trade indeed.
'Thank you !'Arla said to Navan. She looked to her Master, and said. 'Master, it is my duty to exhibit you the order of magnitude of my powers, in a demonstration. You shall then know the capableness of your slave .'
Lord Drad thought about it. He looked to Navan, and spoke. 'Yes, it is. Is there a place around here that she is loud to perform a monstrance of Magic here ?'
Navan looked over his berm. 'Our primary offices are in the St. Olms Kuangchou. seed with us this night, when we close. We will let you use our practice room, for a display. We will also ply a pocket-sized presentment, if you wish .'Navan replied, smiling with a sharp bite.
'That will suit me fine .'Almighty Drad said. 'When do you close ?'
'We will be closing in niggling under three hours .'Navan said. He tucked the atomic number 79 Lord Drad gave him into a small chest, for funds. 'You may rejoin here, or I can mark off our role 's location on your map, and you can come there with your slave in three hours ; we will set you up a recitation elbow room. We will also show you around our workshop, so you may see all the creature to aid you with your slave. I take it this is the for the first time time buying ; we specialize in helping new Owners .'Navan said.
noble Drad was a simple Nord merchant. He did n't live anything about the mainstream striver culture. But he did know a gross revenue pitch when he heard one. He knew the man 's style : pull in them in, nominate them comfortable, then make a sales agreement based off of worked up and impulse buying.
Even in Morrowind, Lord Drad thought, there are still swindlers, just as there were back in Cyrodiil. 'Alright, mark it on my map, and we will use your area for a demonstration. I will take a few small-arm of gold, but not lots. I will buy a few things, but I have lilliputian gold to due with, so you 'll stimulate to publicise with my piffling want .'He explained, rather pushy, what was going to fall out. But Navan took the bait, and put Jehovah Drad in command of the conversation.
dorsum on the ship, the men were doing their everyday larboard duties. Whenever they were at port, they were to wash the deck, check the sails, check over all lines and rudders, and do general sustainment. The crowd was also to fill again on water, where it could be gotten for complimentary. Almighty Drad took a clipping board and walked into the store room of the ship, where they kept their food for thought supplies.
He took count of their supplies, doing a fill in inventory deterrent. Arla stood adjacent to him with an ink pot, as he held the flight feather and paperboard. He looked up and down the ledge from front to back, opening up locker, checking every door. Arla helped by moving whatever her Master pointed to, and helping pack counts of all the person commodity.
When they were finished, Lord Drad was able to calculate all the supplies, in a consummate nutrient index finger. He then sat down in his post, and decided what needed to be ordered and bought for supplies, on their way back to Winterhold.
They had on board the ship right then these affair :
Lettuces 9
Tomato 5
Potato bag 6
boar heart 160 lbs.
Venison meat 50 lbs.
Timothy Miles Bindon Rice 70 lbs.
boodle 30 lbs.
Tea 30 lbs.
Salt 60 lbs.
Herbs 37 lbs.
egg 12 crate
wine ( cooking ) 17 bottles
wine ( salute ) 8 nursing bottle
flour 25 lbs
garlic 40 electric-light bulb
cheese 6 wheels

Jehovah Drad looked at the list, and then documented it in his Captain 's Log. It became more like a scrapbook of the ship, documenting everything in it. It was as if the rampart in the police chief 's cabin could let the cat out of the bag, and were writing their story.
He then wrote out a list of trade good they would need to prepare it to Winterhold, Skyrim. He wanted to make no food stops, and no breaks needed. He wanted to be in Winterhold by the 1st of May, which was just 5 twenty-four hours away. They were still in the city of Vivec, which was all the way on the southern end of Vvardenfel.
When the list was made, it was labeled very simply, so that the bunch could be easily charged with the task of gathering food and supplies from the trader of the city. admiral Ply took 90 septims, and a few of his stave officers took 50 septims each. They went out with the list Lord Drad gave to them, as Lord Drad went to the St. Proteus anguinus Canton, and to the main post of the hard worker trader'.
Maker Drad walked in, and was greeted by a immature Breton, with a small-scale form, and a pretty smile. 'Welcome to the Vivec St. Olms sect of Vvardenfel slave trader Co.'She said in a cute horse opera interpreter. She sounded as if she was from High Rock. 'What is your business organisation here, sire, Lady ?'
'We were sent here by Navan Drasil, for a demonstration, and a bit of looking through your inventory .'master Drad said. He had a bag of gold with him, with around 50 septims in it, which was all he was unforced to drop in this place, no subject how soundly the stuff and nonsense looked.
The Breton nodded her head. 'Ah, yes, you will find Navan just through these doors .'She pointed behind her. 'Our inventorying and shop is that way .'She pointed up the stair, where there was a small-scale gate, and then an unseen domain.
'Navan said to come soon, so we shall go to this demonstration first .'noble Drad spoke.
They walked into the rear, and discovered a broad sized preparation room, with a fighting pit, a bow mountain chain, and a Magic practice section as well. There were also cages, and electric cell, and chests of clobber around. This was where the striver were trained properly.
Navan was sitting succeeding to a manly Argonian hard worker, whom was taking a break from bow shooting. 'Ah, Almighty Drad, good to see you here. We have the intro all set up. It is a bit of an obstical course of instruction, but she will seduce it through just fine, I am sure. There is zippo dangerous, so do n't worry for her base hit .'He spoke to Lord Drad only.
'Of grade .'Lord Drad said. 'Arla, are you ready to do this ?'He asked her.
'She is, of course .'Navan said. 'She would not have asked to execute this job without being ready. She was trained like that .'He answered for her. 'We trained her here, and we have never once had a faulty slave. Ask her even .'
'Arla ?'Lord Drad asked.
'He speaks the verity .'She said.
'Alright, well, continue then .'Lord Drad said.
She walked up to the exercise area, and looked to the back of the bow range. There was a sack of watermellons at the end of the range. Arla cast an subject hand to the land, pulling up the energy, and wrapping it around her whole arm. She then threw it quickly at the watermellons, splattering them and bursting them outdoors, in a red rainwater. Her center remained at the range the whole sentence.
Navan looked to her cast the spell, and made commentaries on her. 'She just roam an energy spell at it. It took them, and sent enough energy into them to collapse open .'Arla saw the minor chest in the center of attention of the room, and knew she was to open it. She pushed her finger to the trading floor, and picked up a pinch of dust, then poured it into the lock. She stepped back a bit, and pulled her bridge player out about her, as she was grabbing at the air. She collected the energy from the air, and sent it into the lock pickle. It froze up well, freezing the dust in place, she then knelt down, and used the glorious power of the earth, to garner her energy. She drew up a red energy, with a inkiness tone to it. She cast it directly into the lock mess, breaking the ice into shatters, and snapping the lock off of it.
Navan explained to Lord Drad that she was using elemental energy, which was a mode of Wizardry that Worlocks used. He said that Magic that was pulled out of particular factor, and not out of aim, or your own store, then it was elemental magic. He said that rule legerdemain was generated by a store of Department of Energy we have already in our consistency ... which are the simpleton, almost secondment bridge player like spells, that we master in. Then, you have the spells that you have to study, which you may or may not receive enough zip to do out of your own supply. You may then learn an addition to place upon your spells, making them all more mighty. A way of directly collecting energy right when you perform your spell. Now, the most difficult spells are rite magic, which most fourth dimension, you will line up Shamans specializing in. They draw their highschool amounts of required vim right from their ritual. In fact, near of the in operation parts of a rite are not the creating of the magical spell, but the collecting of energy.
By the time Navan had explained the different type of Magic, Lord Drad had seen his Slave destroy a small crateful with a tiny bolt of muscularity the size of his quill .'I am a seasoned Wizard, I know the panache and types .'noble Drad told Navan.
'Oh, of course of study you are. I was just mentioning them out of habit, thinking outloud I guess .'He replied. He was deffinately kind of strange : just a bit too well-chosen about his job. But, he was also a Manic minuscule buster, whom had spent time beyond the gates, into the relm of Sheogorath, which was named properly, the chill Isles. He was comfortably insane.
Arla went to the last object. She saw a spectre at the end of the range, and knew it to be harmful, by its aureole. She threw a bollock of fire down at it, and immediately sent another push bolt after it. She started flinging out bolts of energy from her arm, hitting the wraith one by one, weakening its aura. She then gathered energy from the air about her, and flung a charged energy bolt after the ghost, which was now advancing on her. It hit the shade in its upper neighborhood, and the spectre disappeared.
'She is a very skilled prestidigitator in destruction, and illusion I can evidence. I wonder what else she can do in other fields .'Navan kept remarking with things like this every few bit.
Arla then finished her demonstration and walked back to her captain, getting on her knees in full moon presentation. She kept her head down, and eyes lowered in respect to her schoolmaster, and awaited for his orders. Lord Drad petted her question, as one would do a minuscule kitten. 'You may stand, and follow me, Arla .'
She got to her feet, and stood a step behind Lord Drad with her helping hand behind her back, locked there in a house grip. She was silent, and set up to attend Lord Drad, just as she was perfectly trained to do. Navan, knowing it was his skills that shaped Arla like that, glowed in superbia at his work being so well used.
'Ah, if you are all done, you will find our computer storage up here, make out with everything a striver owner should feature, for a very affordable price .'Navan said, leading them up some stair. They were then in a way total of shackles, yap, collars, leashes, roofy, masque, specify clothes, and former sort out gear, all for maintaining a slave. 'Most of it is under ten gold per detail .'Navan stated, as Lord Drad walked up one of the gangway.
Arla was a foot away from him, as though she were leashed. She kept her promontory up, but her heart down and on lord Drad. She did see about the equipment some though. Lord Drad saw what looked like a duration of ship chain. But it was a leash. 'It 's for Orc slaves .'Navan said, seeing the look Jehovah Drad gave. 'Only stuff that 'll carry 'em .'
noble Drad found two items that interested him. He found a catch, which had a exceptional loop, for attaching leashes, Mexican valium, and other things such as that. He saw that the price was only 5 Septims for it, he grabbed it. He also liked the masquerade that was hanging up on a shelf. It was a fancy dress Masque, and it had a female face, with Negroid scratches all over it, as if her wan white flesh was being ripped to reveal the bloody red bones. And the masquerade portreyed very well.
master Drad looked at some leashes, and got one, just as an nervous impulse detail. He also got her a little blanket, in which she could wrap up in durring the day. Since she was lowly, she could curl up in a chair, and she could use that blanket now to retain warm.
Navan gave them a deduction on both the reversial of enchantments, and for the commodity he bought. 'As one Mage to a Wizard, you are a rarified sight. Even for one whom field of study deception, you are a rare vision to see. One that can go on that one as a slave, with her Magic untamed. That is why I had to sap it, she was a feisty one .'Navan said .'I congratulate you on your skill, captain Wizard !'
Lord Drad and Arla walked back to the ship little after dark, and went to their cabin. Lord Drad put down the taking into custody and masquerade party, and then had Arla set down the trine and her blanket. She set them down on the chairwoman right next to her.
'I am going to give the order to Admiral Ply to attain way to Seyda Neen first thing in the morning .'Her original told her, just before walking out the door. She was left to do with what she could.
She picked up the neckband, and leash, and put it gently on the table. She picked up her mask and also set it on the table. Her blanket, she put on her usual chair, which was large, and very soft. She could see herself curled up in that on frigidity days.
She sat in her chair with her blanket, curled up, and reading her parchments that God Almighty Drad had written out for her. She wanted to hear as Charles Herbert Best she could, and to contemplate his will, and become adamant in her duties would be the in force thing for her she knew. She was curled up as a kitty when her lord returned from the pack of cards, his cloak a bit wet.
'It 's about to set forth raining tonight .'He commented to her. 'We will be in for rough weather tomorrow, and the next day as well, nigh likely. The Inner Sea, here on the West side of meat of Vvardenfel, gets many spring storms, and it will be a mephistophelian drive back up to Solstheim. I made a rout back up the glide, but did not count on tempest .'Lord Drad looked to the table, then noticed Arla at his articulatio genus, awaiting orders. He picked up the collar, and wrapped it gently around Arla 's neck, tightening it properly. He took the trine, and clasped it to the taking into custody, holding the palm side.
Arla awaited her master key 's move, for her to move, or otherwise. She remained on her knees, at attention, for any signboard from her owner. Her Master finally yanked the trey, pulling her to her foundation. She walked to her Master 's flank, and stood behind him, her hands shut away behind her back in obedience to him.
'Walk with me, as we always do. I am going to get used to this leash, so we will feature to try it out like this .'Her Master 's articulation, she could tell, was set on this, wanting to instruct a new art. She gladly smiled, and nodded her head, happy to see her possessor 's smiling. 'The leash, we will not be using so very much, but the collar you are to keep on, being a symbol .'
Her overlord walked about the Foreign stern of the city of Vivec with her, behind him and leashed. She kept her distance to a measure back from her victor, being the most hard-nosed of places to be at spot. She followed her Master 's every movement with not bad attention to her Master 's needs.
Lord Drad went down into the Canton 's many covered areas, where they were surrounded by shop class and store, along with a number of people moving about the area, in an inside market. Lord Drad took this opportunity to depend for loud good, to decorate his cabin a bit more. He had never really made it as a rest home, but now he knew he was going to make that send his permanent manse. He picked up a phone number of matter, from a world with a base, and a wall map of the many ocean and Seas. He also got an hour glass, along with a courteous calendar, made with the channelize hired man of Mages'Guild Astronomers. It all cost him around 100 Septims.
By ten at Night, Arla and her Master were just putting all his new decorations into the billet, and setting them up. It was eleven at night when there were finally done with that, and onto the other projects. 'What am I going to do about a trade, to piddle the misstep up Union worth while. It 's not like me to go from one John Major metropolis without leaving with cargo to be taken to another metropolis .'Lord Drad said to himself, as he smoked his pipework, aloft in his chairperson comfortably.
The night wore on with master Drad in his chair, smoking his pipe, and drinking a small amount of skooma in a cup of tea. It would be just enough to institutionalize him into a peaceful dream United States Department of State. Arla was curled up in her chairperson, now flop next to Maker Drad 's, that way she could tend his pipe, and avail him fix his beverage as he needed.
When the hour Methedrine emptied once more, they knew the hour to be one in the forenoon. lord 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 avail her Master to his bedroom.

To Dream of the Mist
Maker Drad laid in his bed, with Arla next to him, her warm organic structure next to his. He saw into the sky, stars all about him, the mist incedibly thick, but mild as pillows to tinge. He reached out, and grabbed a small handful of the stars, the detritus all over his fingertips now.
Arla saw him reach up and grab at the air in the cabin, but knew not what her passkey was doing, or what he wanted to grab. She watched as he looked at his fingers, as if they had something in them. She knew her Master was drinking skooma, but had never seen the drug in core before. She only knew that delusion were one of the many effects of it though.
Lord Drad went off into his someone dreams, only he felt them, he was in them. The mist about him turned to ash, and he was pulled into it. There, he saw the center of Dagoth Ur, the fiend of the pile. He felt the ash then turn to a sprey from the sea, and hit him in the face harshly. The area about him became the deck of cards of his ship, and he was sailing hard into the North, trying to keep back themselves at a fast pace. They could n't be running from the storm, for it was just a bounce storm, and they were already in it. They must have got been trying to outsail something else.
By the meter Divine Drad had turned, another sprey hit him in the face, and the prospect changed to a belittled podium in the Arcane University, in the imperial beard city, with a row of stone Bench curved about it. It was where his course for Summoning were usually taught. He sat at the podium, and he had a lowly stone at his hands. He picked it up, and an supernal serpant appeared near him, coiling up, and hissing at the croud. Lord Drad wispered to it, and it slithered away a few feet, then proceded to eat itself, tail first. This was a distant memory master Drad had, from when he showed the magnate one could have over an animal 's will, when you use the magnate of conjuration, legerdemain, and summoning. He was promoted in the Mages'Guild the day he made that presentation.
But the serpent then burst into another mist, this time promising red, with run of fateful and white-livered bolting through them. Divine Drad searched, but all around him, the color flashed in and out of huis forefront.
Arla watched from the side of the bed, as her Master turned gently from side of meat to side in his bed. His body, she noticed, was now covered in sweat, and his breathing place was getting shorter. She watched him utter out some words, and then cast his hand about the Night air, but nothing after that.
Lord Drad started to once again see through the mist once more, to regain that he was now in the Imperial City, Waterfront territorial dominion. He was behind the conclusion star sign of the street, and the fence was lit up by a blowlamp ... the flannel mullein came from a man leaning against the clay house. He was of a slender build, lankey, and had a flying hand. For an Imperial, he was rather tall as well.
'Alright, I am Christophe, and I am the gimlet of the thief'Guild for the Waterfront, here in the Imperial City .'The man said. Divine drad noticed the four other people standing there as well, all nodding their heads. 'You are all members of this guild, and can all get the same benefeits from it. Your freelance theives, so go and steal matter .'Christophe walked to the center of the chemical group. 'You may all study in this city together, without conflict. All you need to do, is come here, to our local anesthetic Guild Halls, where you will see mapping, and you will also see bullitin boards. Use them. Mark out what you are planning to slip ... just marking the star sign will claim it as your own, and if someone else from this gild hits it before you, you take it up with one of the social club gimlet. That is how it works for John Major job. For pickpocketing and piddling crimes, you guys have fun ... .hell, if it does n't step in with John R. Major hits, you can even pickpocket each early. But no robberies on any other members. Pickpocketing keeps a man on his toes, but it 's no longer useful if it is getting in the way of making some Septims .'He explained, the torch illuminating his face brightly.
The great mullein then went out from the wind of the night, leaving Creator Drad in the wickedness. He could recount he was moving, as if he were in a ship, and that it was making way dissipated than many could hope. The ship rode into the night, the mist taking it from all around.
Lord Drad was at the ship 's Captain 's nest, giving out orders to steady the ship, keeping the wind from getting a hold of the sheet and dragging them under the waves. He got another nebulizer of foggy seawater in his face, and he awoke. It was seven in the daybreak, by the light coming from the curtains.
Lord Drad awoke with Arla at his slope, laying following to him with her blazon wrapped about him. The ship 's gang could be heard outside hustling to get the ship out of seaport, full admiral Ply 's voice ringing out Holy Order to the men. His call rang in his head, and Lord Drad knew that he was about to take in a very rasping day, because the skooma the night before was a warm clutch enough to defecate him hand into a Black Sleep.
Arla awoke as her sea captain got out of bed. He quickly got dressed, and had his vest on. Arla got out of bed, and ready for the day, as her Master had told her she may do every morning, with routine. She waited outside the john as her master copy occupied it, as she tapped her foot holding in her wimpers. She truly was like a small pet, as the slave flight simulator had trained her. They made her a loyal pet to be sure.
Her Master came out of the bath, and she walked in, doing her business quickly, and washing her boldness. The ship had an interesting ticker organisation, being fused with thaumaturgy to retain it going. When she came out of the bathroom, her master copy was pulling on his sword belt, along with a shaking of arrows, and a bow, which was unstrung, but with the string attached to it.
Arla started putting her clothes on. She pulled over a shirt, made from cotton, and then a hanker sleeved shirt of fur, to keep warm. She put on a duet of bloomers made of fur as well, to hold on warm. She put her scarf joint of silk on, and came next to her maestro, kneeling next to him.
His lips spoke softly to her, as she heard him, she paid care well. 'You need to tell Admiral Ply to total to my office, which I will be in for the next few 60 minutes. He and I need to utter, and while we do, you are to rest mute, in the courner over here. You may kink up in your blanket if you wish, but keep to your chair .'She nodded her school principal in aknowledgement of his orders.
She left her Master in his room, and she walked into the spot of the cabin. Taking the cloak hung up, she swung it on and headed out the door to the deck. She walked about the pack of cards quickly, having an agenda, and showing it in her movement. admiral Ply was on the Forth River deck, in the galley eating a straightaway ahead of time 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 bollock.
'I was sent to state you to match my overlord in his office .'Arla said with a sedate accent. 'He said he would be there for a few 60 minutes or so, so I assume he would let the fourth dimension be up to you .'
'I understand, Lady Arla .'He said, then taking another sting 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 sheepskin in nominal head of him. He was adding up all the shipments, and all of the atomic number 79 disbursal. He put it all into a folder, and placed it in his desk. She knew he was meddling, but not so engaged as to not want her to disrupt him with an update.
'Master, I have given the summons to Admiral Ply. Do you have any early ordination for me, sea captain ?'She said, kneeling at his side. Her forefront remained bowed as her original pat her gently, making her feel all the enjoyment she could ever imagine.
'Go into the Sir William Chambers, and wreak out a minor pot of tea, for me and the full admiral to drink while we begin our discussion .'He said, still petting her head. 'Bring out all the settings as well, and put it on a trey, we will look at it there, and fix it ourselves .'
Arla glowed with a deep atonement, having her Master use her properly. She went into the sleeping accommodation, and began a pot to boil, and set up a tea pot with leaf tea, and prepared the cups and spoons, setting them all on a threesome, and putting a small dish of milk and a small dish of sugar on the trey as well, then setting it up in the office. She waited while the tea began to boil, as her professional continued to go about his duties.
It was about noon when Admiral Ply knocked at God Almighty Drad 's office room access. 'Enter, admiral !'lord Drad barked. The Admiral walked into the cabin, where Lord Drad 's office was located. Arla heard him enter, so she came into the office from the chambers.
admiral Ply was sitting in the chair opposite of Godhead Drad 's, and Arla 's president was just side by side to her Master 's. She came in, and curled up in her blanket, her ears perked, listening to her Master and the Admiral speak, as a little kitty would do.
They spoke of their adjacent moves, as Captains. Her Master told admiral Ply that he would be operating a pocket-size ship built for coastal deliveries, and take a short-change path at first, to get him used to commanding a ship of his own.
admiral Ply thanked Lord Drad when he heard the news. But her Master finished the subject by saying to him. 'But, this is of little importance, for we will not be there for another week, at least. What is important is finding a proper bringing from Seyda Neen to either New rock candy, or Winterhold. Even just to somewhere along the way from there .'
Admiral Ply snapped back to tending. 'Well, skipper, there is always a prospect that someone in Ebonhart will now need some trade good shipped, and you definitely want to deal the West road .'
'Yes, and I heard that the markets there were doing well, raising their price, meaning they are also gaining in trade good .'Her Master added. 'We should be able to receive something very quickly. Tell the crew to clear way to Ebonhart, when we see it. Also, while there, get the crew to all take stocks of their weapons, the conditions, and the usefulness of them ... .if there is enough motivation, we will resupply the hale crew with new weapons, and new equipment, all on the Drad merchandiser Co.'
'Yes, skipper .'Admiral Ply said. 'And what about the stores, shall they be filled with even more goods ?'
'No, we have enough to last us another week and a half, without any stops. We will take a crap it with what we have, Admiral Ply .'Her Master said .'I have just checked the inventory, and all is well. We will also fuddle some fish nets into the water when we make it up northward a trivial bit. I heard Matshire run in schools in the Inner Sea. We 'll have our deal at them for sure .'
Admiral Ply nodded. Arla watched as her Master got more comfortable in his chair while speaking with the admiral. She as well got more well-heeled, now wrapping into a modest testicle in her blanket, and snuggling herself. She was so cute, and she was surely her professional idea so as well. He looked over to her with a sonant smile every now and again, which made Arla 's little tenderness wash when he did.
The conversation between them ended with a rather interesting note. Her Master looked up to Admiral Ply, as he was getting up, and said to him. 'And where would you like to have a skooma night at, Admiral Ply ?'
full admiral Ply looked with astonishment at his Captain, whom was never heard of taking recess for a Night, even to let the crowd quietus, he always split them in two faulting, to still hold open time. With no reply from the rather shocked Admiral Ply, Lord Drad snapped his finger, 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 express joy representative. Arla giggled as she watched.
'Um, well, if you want to do it on land, I suggest not next to any major cities, cause you know the crew is bound to have some rough 1 .'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 dunk in this water, if you have the ability to float ; in the Sea of Ghosts, the temperature will bend you blue within two mo. I would hint going up to the Dame Rebecca West Gash neighborhood, and making a small stop in Gnar Mok, which is not so big of a city. There, we will have just the right surface area, with just enough trouble around for the gang to get into .'
Arla could n't help but to titter at his answer. Her passkey turned to her, and his center told her to stay quiet. She bowed her head, then tucked her lip under the mantle, keeping snug and hushed.
Her passe-partout spoke to admiral Ply next with a slight different tonicity, indicating that he was in a mood for a prisonbreak. 'Admiral, we have fifty bottles of skooma, each feeding bottle with enough in it for two location .'His way was relaxed, sitting in his comfortable professorship, his ft propped on his desk. As Admiral Ply looked down at him, he listend well the words his skipper wheel spoke. 'It is prison term that I start taking more lax deliveries. I am the virtuoso after all, and I have the right to take to a greater extent lax jobs if I wish. I happen to adopt the urgent declaration, because I am good at them, and I needed that extra fillip. But right now, I think we are going to just take a slump month, where we just enjoy ourselves. Consider it a knead vacation .'
Now the admiral was surely dumbfounded. Lord Drad would never have said that when the admiral had first gear met him. But he kept his amazement to himself, and said. 'Yes, police captain, and we thank you, Sir .'With a very formal voice.
As she saw Admiral Ply leave the room, Arla came and knelt succeeding to her Master. He looked to her and was about to speak, but he kept shutting his mouth. He could not find the words. Eventually, after a few minutes of thought, he simply leaned back in his desk and said. 'Pull out my pipe, Arla, and jam it with that sweet-smelling cherry leaf .'
Arla got up from her chair, yawning, then walked to the desk, where she put the leafage. She pulled out her Master 's pipe from her bulge, and then grabbed a pinch of cherry leaf 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 sea captain pouffe it a spell, before waving the match out, and discarding it in the ashtray upon her headmaster 's desk.
Her master copy shut his eyes, and drifted off into a dream. The upshot of skooma ; it stays in your system of rules, and continues to give you dreaming and delusion until it is all filtered out of your stream. He held his pipage to the side, and Arla picked it up before he dropped it. She worried for her Master now, seeing that he was addicted to the substance. He had only had a ace dose of it, and he was already coming down from the drug 's nasty side of meat effects.
Arla barred the room access to the cabin, leaving them locked in privacy, so her captain could recover from his condition. She saw her passkey go through the waves of powerful sleep. It was mighty powerful stuff, Arla knew, and her superior had taken quite a bit ... .is this how the whole crew going to be when they all drank it ?
Lord Drad 's mind became unbalanced, and he saw the macrocosm through the middle of a brute, an beast, quick to strike. He stared at the door, and saw the lock. He looked to Arla, his hard worker, and he knew that they were rubber for the consequence. He then became indifferent. His mindset let him relax.
'Master, let me avail you get into bed .'She asked him.
Lord Drad knew that this was not lifelike skooma. It was infected with synodic month Sugar for for certain. It could not be given to the crew, and could not be allowed to be banquet. He was in a calm state of psyche, at the moment, void of visions and psychotic belief. He simply could think straight.
'Arla, listen to me. I am poisoned with Sun Myung Moon Sugar. The skooma was laced with it. It was not normal skooma, and it will sicken the crew. You must detect me the potions box I carry in my elbow room. I have to pander the medicinal drug used for recovering addict. Fortunately, it is easy to prepare, needing only a few pinches of Ashsalts, a bit of the skooma itself, and some of my blood. It will show me how much I am in need to hold by the colouring material it turns when I add the ashsalts to it .'
Arla saw her passkey was in his right mind now, and needed her help. She ran into his Sir William Chambers, and searched for his potions box, where he kept all of his needed shaft. She looked next to his bed, and next to the bathroom. She almost gave up when she spotted it sitting next to the arm racks. She grabbed it, and ran back into the office.
'Master, I have the potions box for you, and the rest of the skooma .'Godhead Drad heard his slave say, from behind his chairwoman. He had her set up the alembic, and then the mortar and stamp, along with the former equipment. Lord Drad put the small vial under very hot, clean flame coming from the burner of the potions set. He added ashsalts to the ampul, then a bit of skooma from the nursing bottle that he drank it from. He cut his petty finger, and let the blood drip mould into the ampoule. It boiled quickly, and turned a undimmed pinko, and then murky red color, telling God Almighty Drad that he had more moonshine Sugar in his system than he had skooma. He had to ingest a concentrated amount of medication to balance the outcome of the Moon Sugar.
Arla saw her master key 's pain, and could see she could do zippo to help him. He was in his own privet hell, and she had to proceed it to herself, lest the crew see their Captain in such a state. When he was better, he would be able to take out out of this.
nobleman Drad mixed the chemicals, along with the ashes of taproot leaves. It would add in enough chemicals to cast off a hangover. Lord Drad was good at potion making, and knowing what effects balanced what. It was rather easy, he thought, if only his body was more capable while he was like this.
After fifteen transactions, the potion was done, sitting in a cooling phial. Arla saw her maestro down the vial in one drink. 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 professional would be better then, but that he would need to have thing ready to go then. She set to work cleaning up the potions box, putting it back where it was found, then setting her Master 's office back into order.
She saw her Master laying on his bed, with his subdivision stretched out wide of the mark, and his leg straight out. She could not serve but to go over to him, and get atop him, sitting on the vertebral column of his branch. She leaned down and put her work force to his neck opening, rubbing it gently, and firmly. She rubbed him all the way down his back, and over his ribs, completely relaxing her Master. She purred as she felt her Master 's content gasps of air. She continued to rub him until she felt him diminish to sleep.
She went into the office, and pulled the tea tierce back into the bedroom, where she began to inflame more water. She knew her passe-partout would want tea by this time, so she got to it before he woke up. He would also require something to eat. She pulled out a bit of the bristleback kernel, and placed it over the firing on a small grated grillroom. She pulled out a loaf of the unsliced loot, and cut off a few slices of it. She put them over the flames, near some coals, to make them drink.
When Lord Drad awoke, he had tea next to him, still hot, and a home of bristleback meat, eggs, toast with butter, and a pocket-size clove of cooked ail, to mix with his ball. His slave had prepared his meal for him while he slept. He was more grateful than he could yet evince to her.
Arla watched her lord scarf down all of the bollock within a few bites, using the toast and fork as a small scoop. She saw her repast, once a large plate full of food, become nada in a subject of minutes, her superior 's thirst consuming it completely.
Her Master looked to her, and thanked her for making such a meal. 'Arla, I see you have been taking forethought of your skipper, even whilst he sleeps .'He said to her. 'If you will aid me in finding my function, and sliding a table in here. I will plot our course properly .'
Arla grabbed a few single-valued function from her Master 's post, and pulled a tabular array into the chambers, next to lord Drad 's bed. She watched as her master wrote down specific centering for his admiral to issue the crew. 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 oral presentation, silently.
Her Master, after a while, got up and put on his crownwork, 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 distance.
'Admiral Ply !'Lord Drad said, patting him on his shoulder.
He turned. 'Yes, Captain .'
'We have a job, and we need to get to Seyda Neen as quickly as possible .'Lord Drad said. Arla stood behind him, and kept silent. She knew he was in ascendency of himself, and off of the drug 's influence.
'Yes, Captain, but what is the topic ?'Admiral Ply asked, worried now. 'You seem very shaken about this .'
'Come to my cabin, and we shall let the cat out of the bag there .'Arla heard her Master say. 'It has to do with out extra crateful, so come alone .'He whispered to admiral Ply.
They then walked back to the cabin, where Arla sat straight up in her chair as her Master sat in his own chairwoman. He took out a bag of mint foliage, and began to break it up, then pack it into his pipe. He snapped his fingers, and Arla knew to come to him with a match, and light his pipe. She zipped it across her belt, and held the burning at the stake match to light Lord Drad 's pipe, as he puffed on it hastily.
'Last nighttime, I was brave enough to try a pane of that skooma that we got, in my tea. I put half of the nursing bottle in a whole tea pot, so I got a little bit per dose. It was enough to make me pass into a black Sleep, Ply .'Her superior explained .'I did a hint check on it today, and found it to be laced with Moon Sugar. I had to remove 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 merely ones I would sense right about selling this to is a Mage at the Imperial University looking for field of study examination .'
'But sir, who would be able to set up a contact like that ?'full admiral Ply asked .'I feel that the theives'Guild here is rather low on business. And surely, the Theives'Guild in the Imperial City would hold such contact, but when would we be capable to get down there to deal it off ?'
'We will hold on it on board ship, but we will not touch it. We are going to be in the main Skyrim Docks in a workweek or so now, and we will be there for quite a while. There, we will sell off the gold bars, and we will cleave it up .'Jehovah Drad told Admiral Ply. 'But there is also where you will be leaving my caller. You will be in charge of the merchant family ship Weatherstride, and you will there choose your crew of 12 crewman from the main Skyrim offices .'
Admiral Ply shook his oral sex, and thanked his Captain 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 make sure you keep it in good condition. It is a new ship, and will direct like one. wear out it in a bit to get it in order. Find its crick, and build use of them .'Lord Drad instructed. 'Also, you are getting the road from Anvil, Cyrodiil, to Bravil, Cyrodiil. I will observe out what your deliveries will comprise of, but you will get them there quickly, and be a regular merchant ship .'
'I understand maitre d' Drad .'
'Now, make sure to keep the skooma a secret. Dismissed .'Lord Drad said. Admiral Ply left the cabin, and went about his duties. Arla then walked to her Master, and knelt besides him .'I have no orders for you right now, Arla .'Her Master told her, rubbing her chin gently.
'May I study a few magic books, Master ?'She asked, her head bowed.
Her Master looked at her, and she peeked up at him with diffused pleading eyes. She knew he would come, and he did. 'Yes, and make sure enough you start with the lower levels. I want you to teach a extraction amount of Restoration illusion, before you go into destruction, or mysticism magics .'
She got up, and went to her passkey 's library of arcane books. She saw them to be filled with all sorts of keys to wizardly possibility. She took as many short letter as she could fathom, and could cover, and looked up everything she could have dreamed. She knew her master had one-half of the Arcane University 's pedunculate books, by the fullness of the library.
Her skipper sat alone in his office staff, drawing out plans to get to the Topal Sea, in southerly Cyrodiil She noticed about him now, that he did not use other peoples'writing tools : he kept his own set, with a pencil, pen, and brush.
Arla knew after a few hours that they were pulling into the pocket-sized docks of Seyda Neen. Her schoolmaster was going here maybe to tell 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 skipper walked into the chambers, and sat in his bed for a few seconds as Arla jotted down one final stage point, from her subject field before coming up to him and kneeling before him. 'Master, I am at your servicing .'
Her Master stood tall above her, and she could feel his regard upon her. 'You are going to be helping me this evening, Arla. I am going to take you to hold a few thing for me, while I handle some business. I am going to sell off the rest of this skooma tonight, and I do not wish to let the whole crew know we are going to be selling it all off. I just need you to be my extra deal tonight, alright, Arla .'He told her.
She nodded her head, and smiled, waiting her chore. 'What may I do for now, lord ?'She asked.
'Go to the secluded grate in the floor, on the offset deck, and you will notice the bag of skooma, get it. Once it is here, go and get me the Browning automatic rifle of gold. We are going to have them melted down and made into actual septims, so we are not carrying around overlooked gold .'Her passkey ordered. 'Then replication, and we will get started on our business .'
Arla ran down to the first-class honours degree deck, and into the Au cabinet, then under the rug. She pulled up the loose floor board, and grabbed the bag of skooma feeding bottle, along with the six taproom of gold. She then replaced the floor board and rug, making her way back up to her Master. The skooma was rather heavy, for as light of a liquidness 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 Sunrise tomorrow. We are stopping here to maybe pick up a delivery on the way to Winterhold .'Her Master told her. 'While here, we are going to sell the rest of this skooma to the local anesthetic thief, but at a higher price, considering what it is .'
Arla listened well to her Master 's vocalisation .'I understand master ; just tell me what to do to dish you .'She assured him.
'When we are docked, I am going to be searching for livery. I want you to follow me, and be ready to hustle back to the ship somewhere around one and two in the sunup to get the skooma and gold .'Her sea captain told her. She nodded her head. 'And you will be needed of course, for random other little detail .'
Her Master then went into his cabinet and pulled out a manual of trade wind. This one had only two dealing in it, and was only on the initiative page. It had the deal between himself and Ralflod, marking the amount of skooma and amount of gold traded. It also had the talent of Arla, to Jehovah Drad. This book was obviously the lightlessness market book that Lord Drad kept, marking all of the illegal minutes he had done.
'I started this log when I first sold the skooma, knowing I would need records of my conduct, even if they were illegal. So, from now on, all off the book transactions we do, that is not done under contract from Drad merchant Co., will be recorded in this book from now on .'Her sea captain told her. The book he held was four inches thick, and had a Shirley Temple leather screen on it, not yet marked .'I am making it the alternate Captain 's Log, so we may have a complete record of what is happening on this ship. When I branch off a bit, in Cyrodiil, I will be doing more and more freelancing, and maybe even a bit of marauder work, on a few coastal islands. I will get a contact in the thief'Guild in Cyrodiil, and will then be able to fence off the item for a comely amount of profit .'
Arla nodded once more. She knew her superior was excited about this, and she was glad he was so. But she knew if he were to rant on, he would forget to let her at simplicity. 'Master, would it please you if I were at simpleness for the time being ?'She asked him, while he was puffing his pipe.
'Yes, of course, Arla .'He said. nobleman Drad walked around the desk, and pulled the maps back, and folded them up, clearing a humble helping 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 death chair, and puffed his pipage more comfortably. 'Arla, go get a wine-colored methamphetamine out of my Chambers, please. And under my bed is a bottleful of Imperial city 's Aged Iliac. It 's the best wine this side of Summerset Isles. Bring two crank in fact .'He told her.
Arla got out of her chairperson, and went into her schoolmaster 's sleeping room, gathering the two chalk, and the bottleful of red wine. She sat them on her lord 's desk, and awaited further instructions. 'Master, what is my succeeding objective ?'She asked.
'Bring your death chair over here, and sit with me .'He said. She did as told, getting her professorship as close to his as she could. Lord Drad poured her a chicken feed of the sweet red wine, then some into his own glass. He opened the alternate master 's Log, and began to drop a line in it his unique cursive script.

We have gathered the last fifty feeding bottle of skooma, minus the one I drank from. I found, upon drinking a dose of the drug, that it was heavily laced with the powdered drug called 'Moon scratch'. We are in Seyda Neen now, and are going to sell it at 30 septims a bottle at the local anaesthetic thief'Guild. We will nock the transaction properly in this record book to show record of it.
Arla waited for her passe-partout to take the first sip of his wine, before she would even touch her spyglass. He set the mordant book aside, and took a sip from his methamphetamine. It was tasty, with just enough sweet to equilibrise out the intrinsic fermented sapidity of alcohol. Arla then took a sip of hers after her master had sat down his glass.
'Look out the door there, and tell me how close to being docked we are, Arla .'master Drad ordered her. She went to the threshold, and opened it. She peeked her heading outside, then back in.
'Master, we are just now pulled up to the pier, and the work party is tying us off .'She reported to her Master dutifully .'I think it would be safe to unboard the ship now .'
Lord Drad walked to the threshold, and threw on his cloak. He then made his way off the deck of the ship and on the wharf, where Arla took his arm and walked him down the street of Seyda Neen. They went all about the townspeople, looking for random shops, and hostelry. They found the bulletin add-in in the town center had all the storehouse deliveries written on it. It turned out that the imperial Scouts had three crate of equipment they needed sent to their scouts in Dagon Fel, where they were being trained. Lord Drad made his way to the offices, and spoke with the leading officer.
By the time all the details of the journey were worked out, it was well yesteryear ten at Night. They were loading the ship with the cargo, as Maker Drad and Arla walked into the local anaesthetic inn, and ordered a drink, keeping a lookout man for Ralflod. He was usually in this inn, God Almighty Drad was sure.
The despatch of the crates would amount 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 Lord Drad.
Almighty Drad spotted Ralflod, and ordered an extra mead. 'Ralflod, I ca n't seem to remember where to buy those fence posts at, can you maneuver me ?'Lord Drad said to him, handing him the drink .'I have some to a greater extent to work with now .'
Ralflod looked amazed at Almighty Drad, along with his slave, Arla, on a leash and dog collar .'I ... I do. I can facilitate ya .'He said, shaking off the thoughts. 'Make your way to the usual situation 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 leash connected to Arla. He walked them back to the docks, and sat as his crew pulled the stopping point of the three crates in the ship. They were huge, the size of it as a human is tall, and as extensive as a Wain. They were filled with bow, arrows, cloaks, and lowly dagger. All were stacked compactly, making them even heavier. Jehovah Drad noticed the ship sink in the pee another foot, indicating how much weight the ship had taken in because of the crates.
He walked back into the ship, and went to his office, where he marked in the Captain 's Log the pitch, pickup, and quantity for the transaction. He made sure everything was just right in calculations, then placed it in the invoices.
At one in the morning, Arla and her overlord walked quietly off of the ship, and made their way to the thief'cave, with the skooma. They came to it, and knocked, as always. They were answered by Ralflod.
God Almighty Drad entered first, and then had Arla set the sack down on the floor. 'Well, what is it, overlord Drad ?'Ralflod asked.
´49 bottles of skooma, laced with Moon Sugar .'Lord Drad replied. 'It 's far too strong for the work party of my ship to deal, and I am not going to keep it around. If you can discover Mages leave to have it, that would be preferred .'
Ralflod looked at the sack, and said. 'We have only a bit more revenue, so what are you thinking per nursing bottle ?'
'30 septims per bottle, and if you do n't experience enough to track that, afford me what you have in gold, and give me a contact that I may join the Cyrodiil 's thief'Guild. I want a undertake spot in the organization .'Arla heard her Master great deal with the petty thief.
'I can do that. I can hand you 500 septims for the skooma, and the rest period can only be paid with information .'Ralflod said, keeping his eyes locked on the skooma.
'Then the skooma is yours, Ralflod, but under one more condition only. I want you to assure me that you wont deal it to those you know ca n't handle it. This is for powerful illusion exploiter only, and even that needs to be taken at a small window pane, as I found out. I want you to sell it to Mages in the Mages'Guild, getting it into the proper hands, in doing so. It 's simple ethics, as I am surely you can agree .'Lord Drad told him. 'Now, where can I get the gold bars melted down into septims ? I no longer want aureate bars .'
'We can do that here, if you wish .'Ralflod said. 'We have the press here .'
'Good. And what of your touch with the Cyrodiil Thieves'gild ?'
'His public figure is Armond Christophe, and he lives in the Waterfront territorial dominion of the Imperial urban center. He is the doyen of the Imperial urban center sphere of the Guild. almost of us refer to it simply as 'the club'.'Ralflod said.
'Now, the skooma you will discover, after testing, has a very high quantity of moonlight Sugar in it, not found in normal loony toons of skooma. That is why it is so potent .'Lord Drad explained. 'If you would be so form, however, as to please melt the gold bars, and whatever other gold bars you are giving us in central for the skooma .'
'Of course .'Ralflod had his lackeys set to work on the kiln, getting the public press ready to create septims for Lord Drad. The physical process took around 30 minutes, and they put all the coins into a bulge. lord Drad walked out of the cave with 1'100 septims, all in coins. They went back to the ship, and divvied up all of the gold.
Lord Drad sat in his office, and divided up all the Au into sack, and setting them on his desk. He then barred his door, and walked into his Chambers. Arla followed her victor, and helped him get his shoes and robe 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 closing curtain to her Master as she could letting his heat flood her body. She threw her arm around him, and held him as they slept, the night wearing on peacefully. Lord Drad knew his slave felt for him, and it was an tongueless agreement, for she knew as well, that he cared about her.
Creator Drad awoke early, at around six in the daybreak, when the crew was just getting up. He walked out to the deck of cards, to see the hazy harbor before they pulled out. He drank a bit of tea as he stared out at the dark weewee. Arla lay asleep as her master copy prowled the deck.
Almighty Drad stood in the headwaiter 's nest as his work party began getting the ship gear up to sail. Men about him started moving, pulling the sail down, untying the lines, pulling up the mainstay, and manning the oars. The ship pulled out of harbor at seven thirty that morning, the crowd rowing to get them out to deeper seas. Lord Drad felt the ship Begin to make a motion, and walked back into his office, where Arla was now putting on her cloak.
'Arla, we will be going to be in Winterhold within the next week. You should prepare for a spell in the urban center, 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 control it from Cyrodiil. I will buy a manor or something in either Bravil or Anvil .'
This was quite a revelation for her victor to say her, Arla thinking. She knew that he was making large dance step, on procuring his acres even more. She knew this was a John Major share to the Drad merchant Co.
'So, you will need some the right way clothes ; something a Lady would wear. I am a noble of the Imperium, and if you are my slave, you should be seen as one Charles Frederick Worth serving a master .'Arla listened closely to what her overlord was telling her. 'You will buy a new press, in Skyrim. We are Nord, and will dress in our fashion, but our Noble fashion .'

nobleman Drad sat in his function, May 1st, on the bobtail of Winterhold. He had a shipyard there, with a broad meter crowd handling the warehouse, and a whole fleet at his command there. He wrote off orders and sent in account, searching his desk for a stack of parchments that he needed to find.
Arla sat succeeding to him, and helped him by gathering things here and there, being his extra set of hired man. She knew her Master had to finish here quickly, because they were starting a new faction in Cyrodiil. She gave her service wherever it could be used, trying her safe to serve her Master polish off his project.
When God Almighty Drad finished with his paperwork, he called in one of his administrators from the warehouse. 'Mr. Argel, I have a job for you .'
'Yes, Captain Drad .'The man asked.
'I need you to find me an administrator with the abilities of taking over my dominion duties here .'He said. 'Mr. Argel, I need this done within a week .'
'I can blab to Harse Elohein about taking up the job. He was whom was in charge of your obligation, while you were away at sea, Lord .'Mr. Argel said.
'Thank you, Mr. Argel, and do n't forget to consecrate the doer a acclivity in salary, everyone in the warehouse gets another Septim per day, and the work party of all ships get another two. shit sure enough the skipper of the fleet all receive a bonus of 20 septims per delivery. This will keep our crew and proletarian glad, while I am away for a spell .'
'Is there anything else I can aid you with, Lord Drad ?'Mr. Argel asked his employer.
'I am going to be setting up another junto of Drad Merchant Co. in the due south of Cyrodiil. I will call for names of lawyer and the locations of suitable manors. I have a budget of 200'000 septims to work with, for a manor and lands, and the Drad merchant Co. will be able-bodied to pay for 45 % of whatever is bought to protract its bounds .'Lord Drad said in a stern voice. 'Bring me lands pricing for the areas of incus, and Bravil, and anywhere on the slide in between. I will even take something in the Imperial City. Also, bring me the name calling of lawyer, and I will be happy with your service .'
'Yes, Sire .'Mr. Argel said, then excused himself from the authority.
Arla went to the small stove, and poured her Master a cup of hot tea from the pot, then poured in a slight bit of milk, along with two spoons of sugar, just as he liked it. She brought it to him, and he took it with lack. 'Thank you, dear pet .'He said.
It was around 1:45 in the afternoon when noble Drad left his office on the docks, and made his way back to his ship. He there pulled out a fine selection of clothes. blackness pants, a fatal shirt, with a very dark purple vest, along with a cloak of fur that was majestic.
He had Arla help pull up off his dress, and remedy him in the clothes he had picked out. He was a dependable Lord, just by his stature, and his action reflected that. Arla saw the power her Master held now, with his full phase of the moon Lordly attire upon him.
'Master, what is your desire ?'Arla asked him.
'Get cook, we are going to pick out you shopping. We will go to my manor here, and commandeer one of the lady servant there to help you with shopping .'Her lord told her. Arla went to the closet, and pulled out a few clothes that could be passed as presentable in figurehead of nobleman company. She quickly got appareled under her passe-partout 's watchful eye.
Arla held her Master 's arm as they made their way down the streets of Winterhold, which were now just coming out of their frost. Lord Drad had Arla follow him down to the stopping point street in the metropolis, where he had his manor. They entered the tea cosy two tarradiddle house, and made their way up to the room which Divine Drad had as his bedroom. He picked up a few things, then walked into the kitchen, where Jestra, a maidservant, was dusting off a counter.
'Jestra, we are going to ask you to occur shopping with us today .'Lord Drad said. 'My dear pet here ,'He jerked Arla 's leash just enough to show it. 'Is in motivation of a new wardrobe, and I am not the precise person that is fit with handling that sort of matter. So, I am asking you to render us your society, and skills at that .'
Arla had a complete wardrobe by nightfall that night, with parasol and new cloak of silk. She was set now to bet like a Lady of the Margaret Court. When they returned to the ship, Arla was instructed to put all her clothes in the press, in a designated section.
Her captain began to expect at maps, as she put away her dress. He charted out a course from Winterhold to incus, to begin with. He figured that they would be there within a week and a half, so he pulled out a sporty piece of paper of parchment, and began to spell out a leaning of supplying that would be needed for the journey. He wanted to just get there, and begin setting up his business.
backbone in his spot, on the 2nd May, Mr. Argel brought him a folder of the composition he requested the day before, listing lawyers and manors around the Anvil and Bravil areas. lord Drad looked through them, and made course for each area, looking for an area perfect for his business.
Arla was there beside her Master once again. She was there as his superfluous set of hands, and she was also there to keep him company within his employment. 'Arla .'He said to her, after a spell of searching through the paper. 'Go fetch me admiral Ply, and enjoin him to contact me here .'
Arla disappeared into the warehouse, and onto the pier to find Admiral Ply. Lord Drad continued to sign all the composition that he needed to, in ordination to keep the Skyrim faction running in his absence. Arla returned soon enough with admiral Ply.
She knelt at his substructure when she returned. 'Arla you may go and make our cabin in the ship for leaving. We will prepare way soon after Sunset tonight .'Her Master told her. She got up and walked out of the agency.
'Admiral Ply, I present to you the ship Weatherstride for you to command. You will be the police chief of that ship, and instead of the one which I mentioned to you before, your rabble will be the one from New rock candy, Solstheim, to Dagon Fel, Vvardenfel .'Jehovah Drad said, his eyes looking into the profundity of Admiral Ply 's. 'You will find 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 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. time, bringing with you twelve gang members of your own choice from the new appendage .'
Admiral Ply looked to his maitre d'hotel, and spoke. 'Thank you, police chief Drad. This means a corking deal to me .'
'I know it does, Captain Ply. 'He picked up a man of parchment. 'Your salary will become 2'000 septims per month, which you will take in at New stone on the first of every calendar month. You will incur a bonus of 50 septims per completed delivery. Also, you will have a budget of 1'000 septims per hebdomad, to spend on your crowd and the ship, and an extra 500 septims per week for supplies and intellectual nourishment .'He handed the parchment to Captain Ply. 'Here is your bringing gild. Dismissed, master Ply .'
Lord Drad spent the rest of his dark walking about the seaside of the city, Arla a step behind him. He watched the Sun go down over the mountains, and the waves of the sea clangour into the C covered drop-off. Creator Drad 's cloak flapped in the winding as they made their way back to the ship from the skirts of town.

Arla was in the shipyard office, when she and her Master waited, as he called in another penis of the dock team. 'Mr. Shadd, are you at all familiar with large frigates, and how to command one ?'He asked mighty away.
Mr. Shadd thought a patch, then spoke to his employer. 'Well, I have commanded a bottom from Vivec to Anvil before, so I think I could manage a frigate, Sir .'
'Well ! Welcome aboard the Winterwriter, you are now promoted to Admiral, and will be sailing in my vessel as my First Mate and Officer. You shall be taking the Admiral 's berth for my ship .'master Drad explained. 'Your remuneration will be little less than a Captain 's, and you will experience a cut of all deliveries, of course of instruction .'
'Thank you, lord Drad .'Mr. Shadd said, with upheaval in his part.
'We leave for Anvil this very night, and the crew is already groom to make matter .'Arla heard, as they walked out of the position, shutting all lamps down. 'So get your poppycock, and be on board the ship in an hour .'
Mr. Shadd ran to his minuscule bunkhouse, and gathered his equipment, while Lord Drad and Arla walked to the ship, and made ready to go out port wine .'I think he will work out just exquisitely with this crew, Arla .'Lord Drad commented, as she put away her cloak.
'Indeed, he seems surely enough, my Godhead .'She replied. He Master brought her out on deck with her triad, and saw that the ship was set up to take a leak its way out of port wine. All they were waiting on was commanding officer Shadd.
He quickly came running up the ship wild leek, and the men loaded it up, untying the last line of reasoning. 'Give the command to pretend way .'Creator Drad told his Commander.

Banquet at Sea

'Drop sails ! shuffling way out of port !'commander Shadd shouted, and the men hustled to get the canvass down. Quickly, the ship was out to sea, and the canvas filled with wind. 'Disband oars, and come out getting tight on those sail lines !'He shouted after they were out to sea, knowing they needed to crack the wind into the canvas, in order to get the ship sailing at entire speed.
Arla was conduct 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 room access. Her master key then commanded her to come into the bed chambers.
She saw him waiting inside, with his shoe off, and stripping off his shirt. The fire was already crackling, so the room was very warm. Her Master then stripped off his pants, leaving him in his underdrawers, made of cotton wool.
'Come, flight strip .'He ordered.
Arla made her way to the bed, and knelt before her captain. She then began unbuttoning her shirt, until her bare chest was showing. She pulled off her shirt, leaving the cut wrapping of cloth around her business firm breasts, which were still quite unfilled out. She unwrapped her cloth, and bared her titty, showing her to feature plump nipples, with garden pink tips, her breasts just about a fistful each. She got up, her foreland down, and unlaced her pants, stripping them off quickly. Her silk underclothing covered her small plot of red hair at her genitals.
'Master, are you going to take me tonight ?'She asked, an inquisitive look on her typeface, but not a fear.
'Continue, and we shall observe out .'He replied. She pulled off her underwear, and placed them in the spate of wearing apparel at her feet. 'Now, go and absquatulate the cabin room access, then this one, and follow to bed .'
She walked out the sleeping accommodation, and into the federal agency. Bolting the door to the cabin, she came to the chamber door, and bolted that shut as well. Jehovah Drad was delight to see her hips swaying as they did, waving her red haircloth about as she moved into the bed.
She got outside of the cover version, and knelt to her frontal bone at her superior 's metrical unit .'I await your parliamentary law, Master .'She said.
'Get into the covers, and sleep as you can .'Her Master ordered her. She did as she was told, getting into the bed next to where her overlord would sleep. He pulled his understructure into the bed, and pulled up the screening .'I have a low stack of kindling Mrs. Henry Wood, next to the fire place to build the fire up, and give in a log, continue it going tonight. Winterhold 's too low temperature to let it burn down'
'I understand, passkey .'She said, her arm wrapping about her skipper 's position. He breathed out contently, and placed his hand over hers keeping it there.
'Goodnight, Arla .'
'Goodnight, Master .'

Arla got up before her Master, on the 3rd of May, and got tea boiling. He was still sleeping in his bed, when it was done. Arla 's nude bod was fit, and she was beautiful as she worked. Her superior awoke to her setting the tea kettle on his desk, along with a gash of goner to go with it.
She came to him, and knelt on his bed, presenting herself .'I await orders, Lord .'
'Continue with what you were doing, Arla, and warn me when the tea is ready .'Jehovah Drad said, swinging his leg over the bed, and getting his pants on. 'Also, throw a pan on the fire, and I shall fry up an early breakfast for us .'
She went about her obligation, as her master got dressed, and set up for the day out to sea. She set a pan on the attack, and poured the hot cups of tea, when the water began to boil. Lord Drad came over, when the pan was hot, and pulled out two slices of boar kernel from the icebox, and put it into the pan, along with the best eggs he could find.
Arla watched as her Master flipped the orchis. She got two crustal plate from a console, and held it as her passe-partout put the nut and meat on them. Godhead Drad sat the pan down in the basin sink, then sat the two plates of eggs and boar core on the board.
He grabbed the Sus scrofa substance between his digit and gulped a few smidgin down. He then looked to Arla 's home plate, and motioned for her to eat as well. She picked up the eggs with the kernel, and ate it like a small sandwich. Her and her original ate side by side, a meal that was cooked by him.
master Drad and Arla put their cloaks on, then she was fitted with her trey, before they walked out the cabin door. They saw that Commander Shadd, the Orc First mate, had the crew on deck, all manning the sails, getting a great blast of tip in them. He had the ship under grand control, and he only needed management and coordinates from Lord Drad, and he was all set.
'Good morning, Captain Drad .'He said, cheerily.
'Good sunup, commandant .'Lord Drad replied, equally in good hard drink. 'How is the nothingness 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 charge of a ship like this, but I 'm getting the hang of it again. After thirty years 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 Anvil, and we will fair just o.k., commanding officer. It will get colder, of class, until we get through the Polar Sea, and into the Topal Ocean .'
'Oh yes, I expected as a great deal .'The commandant replied .'I have already accounted for that, in my theme. I 'll keep it on your desk, in the office. You 'll encounter one daily from me .'
'Well, thank you, Commander .'Lord Drad said, gladiola of his efficiency. 'And piddle sure to include parliamentary law, and commands you give to the gang, and for what purposes. I wish it to all be full detailed .'
'As you command, headwaiter Drad .'He said happily. He then returned to commanding the crew. Almighty Drad and Arla walked around the deck, checking the lines, and making their rounds about the orbit, for a unretentive walking together, always with Arla the III length behind her Master.
'We will be in incus in a week and a one-half, or so .'Her Master said, as they went below deck of cards. '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 kingdom as Drad Land, making me a Lord of these part as well, and giving me undecomposed enough bargaining power. You will be comfortable enough in our little setup .'
'I thank you, passkey .'Arla replied, making her way down the stone's throw along her Master.
'You will have to larn how to address the Margaret Court, for a lot of our liveliness in the following few months is going to be spent there .'He continued. 'We will be getting land grants, and attorney to set up the sect of the Drad merchandiser Co. not to mention I have to hire a total stave of Courtiers, for my Court, and manor. I will sustain to set up a double-dyed county, if I am to have the way I wish it to be .'
Arla knew her Master had big design for the new soil, and that he meant to go through with what he was saying. But she also knew he would have to talk to the Emperor himself about that, and not to same nobleman of a county. They needed royal family for this contract.
'After buying a minuscule manor in Anvil, I will cook my way E, and discover some land that is unclaimed. I heard much of the grove is, for the fact that the Unicorns there attack many of the masses whom travel there .'Lord Drad Plotted. 'All I will have to do is prove to emperor butterfly Septim that I can reach the Unicorns tamed, or have them relocated in a safer billet, and the county can be made into a separate department, along with new small towns just at the bound of the city, increasing trade and economy .'
They were at the bottom pack of cards when master Drad ended his plat aloud. He then pulled out some parchment, and counted all the crate, which came up to five, all of them equipment crates, for the building of the warehouse. He made a list of them all, their weights, just as he always did, then went back up to his office, Arla at his cad.
He sat in his chair, and noticed the Commander 's report atop his desk, just as promised. He looked through it, and noticed great item he cared much about. He hated to say it, but air force officer Shadd was much meliorate than full admiral Ply ever was, and the commandant said he was still a bit out of practice at his job as well. Arla as well, saw the difference in dash between the two Officers.
Lord Drad saw in the news report that the inhuman weather would slow them up a day and a half, so he was making provision for it by sailing the gang through the Nox, while in equanimity water, and having them row when the lead is down. He also marked that the Pisces the Fishes were jumping all along their rout, and now would be the proper place to throw nets in, if they were not in such a haste to make it to Anvil.
Lord Drad set the report down, and calculated the different choices. He had enough food to last a week and a half, until they got to Anvil, where they would be docked for quite a farseeing time. But, if they stopped of a few hour out of each day, they could capture enough fish in the nets, to piddle up for the metre in food for the crew, and still accept enough to sell a sound 200 lbs when they got to the Anvil fish market. In the end, Godhead Drad pushed a impression on a lambskin, and put it in his Captain 's Log, stating that he was indeed making fishing stops.
'Arla, go tell commander Shadd to come up here, please .'Arla got out of her chair, and walked to the room access, putting her cloak on and leaving. Lord Drad continued to write in his sea captain 's Log, when Arla returned.
She came over to her Master, and knelt before him .'I present to you, air force officer Shadd, Master .'She said. 'What orders do you make for me, Master ?'
Addressing his striver first, he motioned her to get on her chair. He then looked to air force officer Shadd. 'Alright, we will make a few time of day stop every day, and cast nets in. If we catch more than 30 lbs in that initiatory day, we will continue that trend. We will do up for in food and business deal what we loose in time. So, start now, and have the crew stroke as many net income in as you can .'He looked to his maps then, and marked a small path. 'Have them take this rout .'He showed the Commander the mark, and where the Pisces were supposed to be running.
The commander nodded, and spoke happily to his Captain. 'Aye, it shall be done, Captain. Is there any former parliamentary law you have for me, Sire ?'
Lord Drad got up from his desk. 'Once the lucre are down, go to the galley, and have them gear up for a fish banquet tonight, which the whole crowd shall partake in on pack of cards .'
'I 'll get right on it, Master .'The commanding officer said, then left the cabin.
Arla stayed curled up in her chair, awaiting for her captain 's gild. He came up to her, and told her to take off her cloak, the but affair she had on. He walked over, and barred the door to the cabin, then made his way back.
'When I am the only one in these rooms, and that door is barred, you are to be nude .'He said, standing over her .'I am a lecherous man, and will see your flesh, Arla .'
She blushed, and her cheeks turned red as her hair .'I understand, headmaster .'She spread her legs a bit, to present him an enticing view of her red hairsbreadth.
'Now, in my room, go and fetch me my cane. And my pipe as well .'He said, sitting back in his chair. She returned with the item he asked for. 'Pack it .'He said, as he took his cane, and rested it against the desk.
The cane was a casing of metal, and a blade steel forged into a twist off hold. It was made for short jab and fade, and was not very grave at all. ego Defense Department in end after part was what it was mainly used for. Lord Drad loved his cane.
Arla finished packing her Master 's piping, and then placed it to his backtalk, lighting a peer for him. As he puffed at it, she held it for him, until he nodded that he was done with it. She held it in her hands, snuffing the bowl of it with the lid.
'Now, on this journey, I am going to train you. Commander Shadd has the crew and sailing under control, and I am in motivation to train you to custom fit my will .'Her professional said, as she knelt before him with his pipe .'I will have time to show you my particular routines, and adequate metre to correct you all the time. You will see me get strict on you, but for the better in the long run .'
'Master, I understand. It is what needs to be done, Sire .'She said, with zero but respect in her voice.
'Good .'He pulled out a pile of papers, all filled with land plots, and attorney name and address. He sorted through them, and put them into proper files, so he could legibly sympathize what he was doing. Eventually, when he went through them, he found a lawyer perfect tense for his job. Erik Privell, a Breton from the imperial City, who specializes in patronage and very estate. He also found a suitable manor house in Anvil for sale.
'Master, may I go to the bathroom ?'He heard Arla say, after around ten minutes of quiet.
'Yes, make you way back soon .'He said, still searching through all the sheepskin. He began scratching off names and lists with his pen, sorting through them all with care, looking for the best spate out of them. He made up his creative thinker on the manor house, and marked it with a tab on it.
'Arla, you are going to need a buck, as am I, when we get to incus .'Lord Drad said, almost to himself, as Arla returned from the chambers .'I should bear had that looked up as well, when we were back in Winterhold .'
As master Drad spoke, they could feel the ship slowing down, the air force officer now taking the few minute to fish. But lord Drad continued at his work, as the waves now made the ship rock-and-roll back and Forth River. He began searching through his leger, which kept his bank equilibrium and inquiry in it.
'Okay .'He said, flipping the page .'I have 200'000 septims to work with in my bank. I have that to spend on gaining a county here in Cyrodiil, and maintaining it. I have another 4'000 septims coming in the outset of side by side month, along with the 4'900 septims from this month. I wont be getting any more delivery bonuses any clock time soon, so 4'000 septims per month is all we will possess to build the warehouse off of. Which, if we use money we already have saved, it can be built within a month, and then the county lands can be taken concern of with gained income .'He thought to himself out loud.
Arla sat in her chair, intently watching her lord oeuvre. Lord Drad felt her center upon him, so he looked to her and said. 'In my room, in the left dresser, is an ocarina, and a song book. Go and add it out, Arla .'
He put his face back into his Book then, until she returned at his feet, knelt with the ocarina and playscript in her hand. 'Now, sit, and run a melody to me. It is the easiest thing in the world to play .'
Arla sat, and put the Quran in her lap, putting the flute to her rim, and blowing into it, creating a realistic sound, and fiddling with the keys. Eventually, she learned the mess, and played many songs from out of the playscript, as her master worked. She entertained him quite nicely.
After the books were straight, Lord Drad put on his cloak, and told Arla to go and put on her clothes. She did so quickly, and returned to put on her own cloak and terzetto. Her and her Master walked outside on deck.
The crew all had a net per yoke, and were launching them out, and pulling them in constantly, trying for a sightly catch. The H.M.S. Bounty was n't exceptional, but the few Pisces pulled in every toss was in effect than nothing at all in their net profit. Commander Shadd even had a net to himself, pitching it off of the bow of the ship. 'How is the fishing, Commander ?'Asked overlord Drad, with a smile.
The commandant smiled back, and in his deep Orc voice, roared over the crashing waves. 'Oh Captain, its going just ok. We have caught already 50 pounds of amobarbital sodium opals, and some sea Cancer as well !'
Lord Drad stood impressed. 'Yes, every day, at around this metre, for three hours, set ground tackle, and cast in the nets. Continue that style until you fetch below 30 Ezra Pound. With that equality, we are looking at about 350 pound sterling of fish. We will eat a good 100 of that on the way, saving the salt-cured substance for a late engagement. That will leave us with 250 quid to sell, which we will get incus securities industry prices on that .'He explained to himself.
The Orc looked at his grinning, loving the undefended sea. 'Yes, Captain Drad, we shall fair that well, I feel .'He barked. 'But where are we going to store it ; fish pauperization to be kept fresh .'
Lord Drad thought about that. 'We 're going to seal off a portion of the lower deck, and put them in makeshift cold elbow room. There is plenty of ice we will be hitting to keep them cold until we reach Anvil to sell them .'lord Drad said. 'In fact, have ten men get to that rightfulness now, Commander .'
As they made their way down to the fourth deck up, they heard the Orc 's loud booming interpreter bellowing out guild to a few crewmen. Arla and her master key sat down in a well-fixed hot seat in the commonality room, having a cup of hot tea together.
'When the bunch have gotten used to the new stylus of the Commander, I feel this ship will be meliorate ran than even my Father-God 's old merchant ship, back when Drad Merchant Co. was first founded .'Her Master commented. 'Commander Shadd was the best motion I have made for this ship, so far .'
'Master, when we arrive in Anvil, and start out our official duty, what is to become of the ship ?'Arla asked, after a sip from her mug of tea.
nobleman Drad motioned for his pipe, and while Arla pulled it out, he said. 'We are going to dock it for a month or Sir Thomas More, and the crowd will be commissioned as doer, for the new shipyard. I will put out Commander Shadd special orders, when I am made Lord and Count, over the new county of Dresden, making him a knight of the territory as well .'
Arla nodded, lighting her passe-partout 's tube for him. 'And will he be happy on the land ?'
'He was on the land as an office administrator for a soundly two twelvemonth, before he landed this job .'Maker Drad replied, after finishing his puffs. 'He will produce it another twosome of month, I am sure. He will be back out on the sea as soon as the initiatory ship comes in for a business deal. I will commission him as a back up police captain, to bruise ships, and he can also be used as a fishing captain, on small-scale streetcar ships .'
'I see, master copy .'Arla said, now letting her captain puff his tube once more. She pulled it away when he was finished, and was given the order to snuff it.
'The merely thing is, getting up to the imperial beard metropolis to work things out with Emperor Septim .'Her passe-partout continued. 'We will accept to buy the manor house in Anvil the first day we arrive, make our place there, then the next day go to the Imperial City, to commission the lawyer, and begin the plot of our lands .'
There was a disruption at the top of the steps, and noble Drad went to inquire. 'What 's going on ?'He shouted to the top.
He heard Commander Shadd 's interpreter. 'We got ourselves a Pyr Shark, and its a big one too. We need to get it below deck of cards quickly, police captain !'There was another clunk, and then a yell from a crew penis. 'He is slithering all around, Sir .'
Pyr sharks are no match in the water, at home in even the dusty water system in Tamriel. They produce an get-up-and-go tone-beginning through the sting on their heads, which sends a boil down jolt wave through the piddle and can toss off even a bulky human from 6 ft. away. They were found to be nearing extinction, and since they keep the layer of butchery fish down, which eat most other edible Pisces the Fishes, they are much needed in Tamriel 's waters.
'Commander !'nobleman Drad yelled at Shadd. 'That is illegal to have aboard this ship, and if were were caught by the Imperial Navy, we would be fined a hefty little fee. So get it off the deck, NOW !'
Commander Shadd wasted no clock time. 'You heard him, lads. Toss it !'nobleman Drad heard the splash, and then the men cheering. 'Alright boys, man sails, and I need the other half of ya to get these fish down into the loading hold, in the set container !'Came the commanding officer 's spokesperson again.
nobleman Drad finished his tea, then he and Arla went to the top deck of cards, where the last of the Fish were being carried off to the cargo time lag. He lead Arla along the pack of cards again, to see all the nets, with her leash. She enjoyed being taken on these manner of walking, being able to show she was owned by a Lord.
They went then to the maitre d'hotel 's nestle, 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 realize deoxyephedrine windows on each face, and the steering steering wheel in the middle. There were also desks and drawers.
The air force officer made his way to the bridge, and smiled .'I had the boys fix this up last night. We figured that it would get colder in the Polar Sea, and we ca n't take in our Captain freeze on us at the bicycle, sire .'He roared. 'Hope you are not disappointed in my thought, skipper .'
'No, No !'Said master Drad to the commandant with a smile .'I am thankful. I am happy of your intellection, Commander Shadd .'
The Orc smiled wide. He was certainly at home on the ship, being large enough for him to enjoy commanding. Even his movements were that of a young Elf, compared to a lot of Orcs, showing he was gaining tiredness on the slip.
'Commander, the shark you pulled up .'Lord Drad began. 'Next time you catch one, what you need to do is dispatch it on deck, below the railing, and gut it. Get the skin, eyes, and all useful and valuable spell you can, then shove it off deck. Take all the evidence, and toss it in chest of drawers, which we have plenty of in our holds. switch it in the cargo postponement, and I will decide what to do with it from there .'
'Aye, Captain .'He barked. 'It 'll be done .'
Lord Drad then manned the wheel, as Arla stood behind him. She noticed that the drawers were all nicely finished. They were perfectly in order. This was, she noticed, the hand craftsmanship of an Orc. She then realized that all the cabinets and such were done by Commander Shadd himself, not a crew member.
'Arla, go into my cabin, and fetch me the map of the Sea of shade .'Her captain ordered. She ran to get it, returning within minutes. 'Now, go to the chambers, and expect me there .'She again took off.
Lord Drad plotted a trend on the maps, marking them with drawing string, so the Commander knew which routs to follow for the night. He then set the wheel right where it was, and made his way back to his cabin, where he barred the doorway, and took off his cloak. It was toasty warm in there, considering Arla must be keeping the fire going.
That was another affair he had not thought of. Wood, for the fires of the ship. He had not checked provision for over a month, seeing as how the Admiral had always taken care of that aspect. But whether Commander Shadd knew of it, Drad could not guess..
When he entered his Sir William Chambers, Lord Drad looked to his open fireplace, and the amount of wood next to it. He saw that it had another week of wood, then it would be depleted. His mind was soon turned to Arla, whom was naked upon his bed, her stage crossed and her face blushed.
'Arla, arrive .'Lord Drad told her. She got off of the bed, and crawled to her sea captain, as a little kitten. He put his script out, and she licked it gently for its salt. She then licked it again. lord Drad put a lowly treat in his deal, and let her lick it up. 'Get into the bed, my preciously pet .'He said.
Arla did as her Master told her to, crawling into the covers, and wrapping up tightly in them. Maker Drad unlaced his pants, 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 resoluteness. He put his full phase of the moon trunk on hers, sucking to her very tightly.
Arla turned in his clench, and held onto him as well, then kissing his backtalk tenderly. He returned her osculation softly, gentle as he could be with her. She then rubbed from his pectus down, slowly caressing him, slowly teasing him.
She got on her back for him, and spread her legs, waiting her master to jump on her, and drive her as he had all rights to. He was her Master, and she was to be used as he saw fit. Her was on top of her before she knew it, and his script groping at her white meat harshly, squeezing them firm and tight in his fingers. She giggled, and he began to take up on one, then the early.
She purred as he began to lick at her stomach, and down further, to her flaccid heap. She moaned as her victor pleased her. She softly cried aloud, and tightened her legs 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 cushy walls of her tight to the cutaneous senses, and wet as a rainfall. She moaned lightly at first, then it turned to a slight cry as her maestro pushed more, through her hymen, breaking her surface. He then slowly made love to her, as the ship rocked back and forth.

Godhead Drad lay in bed smoking his tube, and watching the Sun go way down in the window. He puffed at the sweet leafage that was from Joseph Black fen. He felt Arla 's workforce warmly on his lap, where she lay asleep.
It was sundown when he got out of bed, and got dressed. Arla got up with the ruction, and began to get dressed as well, following her passkey to be of religious service. They both remained silent, as they quickly dressed themselves.
'Commander Shadd !'lord Drad yelled out. The Orc could be seen in the distance coming up the deck of cards.
'Yes, captain !'He boomed his vocalization, still loud from ten ft away.
'Get the pack of cards cleared off, commanding officer. We are going to set up our banquet .'Lord Drad said to him, now within a few feet of him. 'Have the barrelful on deck set up in a line, and then grade some board on them, a makeshift table. Have the kitchen crew set up wine twirler, and goblet, and all the spread settings. I will return in an hour to check off the progression, then lead off 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 maestro, who was now on the bow of the ship. She noticed the crew moving barrels and such in a line in the center field of the deck, setting up president. She knelt down before her headmaster, at his position .'I await your order, Master .'She said calmly.
'Just follow, Arla .'He said .'I am going into the kitchen in a little bit, to help oneself prepare the spread tonight. You will be my supererogatory manpower in there .'
'I understand, Master .'She replied, looking out into the great sea. Her cloak was ardent, and dusty air cruised by her cloak, chilling her cheeks, making them cherry red.
Her Master looked at her figure, up and down, searching as he may. He studied her intently, for every line of work, colouring, and wave in her skin and figure. He saw his slave was beautiful, and that she was a prize beyond his wants, beyond his needs. She was a gift, he thought.
'Arla, as you may cognize, I am a overlord, and soon to be not only the tally of Winterhold, but of Dresden as well, which will be a new county, between Bravil and Anvil, and just Frederick North of Bravil as well, taking the Grove and some of the Heartland of Cyrodiil. This will make you the slave to a Lord, a Count, and a Merchant. You will learn how to cover each of my statute title, and how to properly act with each claim, when it is in plaza .'Her sea captain told her as he now leaned over the bow of the ship, looking at the waving being sliced through by the belly of it.
'Yes, lord, I shall do my best to memorize .'She told him, holding on to him by his cloak, to make surely he did not fall.
'Arla, I have been at sea since I was thirteen ; I am not going to fall .'He commented. She released his cloak. 'But thank you ... it shows that you care .'He added, as he turned and began his walk to the kitchen deck.
She walked right behind her headmaster as they went into the kitchen, where all the Captain James Cook crew were moving about this way and that, preparing and cooking for the night 's repast. Her master copy walked down the row, and they all moved from his route. He walked to the very back of the deck, and took his cloak off in the small room for the cooks. Arla took hers off as well.
'I am going to take your leash off, because once we get to cooking, we will not induce room for it, and you will want to be prompt as you can on your metrical unit in there .'Her master told her. 'Just do as I say, and you should do just fine .'He then stepped into the occupy kitchen, and made his way to where two men were preparing fish.
He leaned over them, and nodded. 'Make sure to season them, but not too a good deal .'He suggested. 'The freshness of them will name them perfect as is, really, only needing to add a few spices .'He made a round of the kitchen, correcting little affair here and there, and cooking a few modest dishes. He showed them a few things as well, like how to manipulate the Pisces without it burning before it is done. 'You bake it first, to cook the middle, then you fry it, browning the remote perfectly .'
Arla stayed right behind her overlord, for she knew that to be the space she was least in the way. He made his way to the sauces, where he replaced a small crewman on that tariff .'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 spud and rice, not the Pisces. Only one thing will go on the fish, and that is maybe some wine, or some ale, just for measure .'He added a bit of basil to the sauce, then went about doing former various affair. He got all the sauces to a boil, and kept them broiling for a few minutes, before he pointed to a stack of pan. 'Go get three of them, Arla .'He said quickly.
It was as if she had bounced as he gave his command, for she weaved to the stack, and elegantly pulled out three, then made her swift restitution, without bumping one crewman. She handed them to her Master with a bow of her promontory. He took them, and filled each with a different sauce. He then put the used deal into the dish trey.
'The sauces are ready, just hold back them cold for another time of day, 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 Pisces the Fishes, you get on slicing potatoes and preparing them for being fried .'
They were in the kitchen for a estimable two hours, before Lord Drad finally went above pack of cards, and got some overbold air. 'Arla, it is a wonderful, but frigidness Night. We are going to be drinking, and the crew may get tough .'He said, as he leaned over the railing. 'If you are in any way bothered by one of the crew, then you come come up me, and stick with me. I do not want anything going wrong this night. We have a nice meal about to be brought up, and we have fifty-three people that are going to be sharing a table, along with their ale .'
'I understand, Master .'She said. 'May I have my 3 back on, master copy ?'She asked suddenly, and brightly. She smiled as he linked it onto her. 'Thank you, my Lord .'She said happily.
nobleman Drad made his way back to the cabin, and put his cloak up. He put on a heavier cloak, that was printed with the Nobility SEAL of Winterhold, Skyrim. He then set upon his psyche the war helmet, with the antlers of a deer in it as horns. His sword was then strapped to his side ; not his usual saber, but a huge claymore, fit for the hands of a tempered Knight.
Arla helped her Master put the sword on, and toss his cloak over himself. She then pulled out his pipework and packed it then, so after buffet car, 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 Night .'He gave her a unretentive brand, which militia used as side arms. 'Strap it to your side, under your cloak, and keep it tight. The crew will have tossed back a few ales before the nighttime is old .'
Arla strapped the blade to a belt, and laced it under her cloak, as her master told her to do. She then pulled her vest closer to her, for fondness. Her skipper took keep of the triad, when she got it on, and tugged her, leading them to the deck once more.
They came up, and God Almighty Drad sat at the school principal of the table, with Arla at his left. air force officer Shadd was granted the opposite oral sex of the table. When nigh of the crew had taken their seats, the kitchen gang came up and placed the record of solid food down upon the table, covered with eyelid.
They sat down in their places, then awaited in quiet for their Captain to take the first bite, and signal the rest period to eat. Arla saw her Master, as he cut into the first chomp of fish ; crispy and easy to cut. He put the tasty meat to his lips, and ate of it. He closed his middle, and tasted all the look of it, before swallowing.
The crew then began to feast, grabbing this and that, adding it to their home base. Arla fixed herself a plate, then waited for her maestro 's signal, which came as soon as she had filled her goblet with vino. She began eating, letting the taste of the food carry her away.
God Almighty Drad spoke with the new full admiral of the ship, whom was to his right, and got acquainted with him. His gens was chopper Villies, from the imperial urban center. Lord Drad also found that he was a veteran at the seas, and that was why he worked so well with Commander Shadd. 'Him and I are two alike, so we work well together, having the Saame logic set .'admiral Villies explained to his chieftain.
The night was exculpated, as the crew all dined on the deck of the ship, the poise conditions upon them, as they dove into the intellectual nourishment with fervor. When all was finished, the kitchen crew cleaned up the mesa, and brung out a dessert of fresh fried Nord squid, which where a few caught in the nets.
The crew liked them, popping the deep-fried delights into their mouths quickly, one after another, until they were completely finished. The salty dainty satisfied their abdomen, and their idea were now in motivation of entertainment .'A violin and flute is needed .'Said one penis of the gliding gang. 'And a lute as well would do nicely .'
Lord Drad could tell it was going to be a tenacious night from there, hearing another member down the prorogue say .'I have a luting in my bench dresser !'He heard another speak .'I know how to play the violin, but alas I have not one here .'
The mesa erupted into chatter about what instruments were needed, and what they could use. Lord Drad decided to have a bit of fun now .'I have an ocarina, which is close enough to a flute, lads !'He spoke aloud. 'Now person get that man a violin, there is one on this ship SOMEwhere .'
The crew scurried to get their musical instrument, and incur the violin. Arla sat in her chair, having not been yet told to get up. Her master stepped away from the tabular array, and made his way into the cabin, where he remained a few minutes. He then came out carrying a depressed ocarina in his paw, small and pretty.
He sat at the bow of the ship and awaited the former hoi polloi. Soon, the man returned with his lute, sitting on the railing and tuning the guitar like instrument. A few phallus of the work party returned, just sitting on the mesa and chairman. At in conclusion, one member came up with a fiddle in his mitt. 'Found it in the old closet, on the third deck of cards, Captain .'He said, a smile on his grimace.
'My name is Sask Andril, and I am the man for the violin .'Said a chubby appendage of the crew .'I have been playing since I was a wee one back in New rock candy .'He said, taking the tool, and pulling the bow across the string in a hoot of sounds.
Maker Drad began with a low, long note, and the rest joined him, creating a rhythm method of birth control and measure. They went on for seemingly a few hour, occasionally stopping for breather and ale. Arla sat in her chair and listened to her master copy period of play, and the notes he used for each Sung dynasty. She was talented for picking out tune.
When the music stopped, Lord Drad put up his ocarina, and sat at his tooshie once more, the crowd dispersing below deck one by one. He was amazed that they got off the deck without a fight or an argument one. He was pleased how they handled their alcoholic drink.
'Arla, we are going to take a lowly walk about the ship, then go to bed, alright .'Almighty Drad told his striver, whom was now curled up in her death chair, her cloak about her as fur. She got up, and went right into her Master 's coat of arms, holding him for that passion, and solace. She only let go when he started moving forward. 'When you get in bed tonight, make indisputable to put wood on the fire first ... We will ask it for tonight. We are getting closer to the Pole, so the weather will now commence to get cold-blooded than you have ever felt before .'
Arla was lead to the stern of the ship, where the wave ejected by the ship could be seen in the Moonlight. She was amazed to see a wave furrow about the back of the ship half the size of the ships own top. 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 hebdomad, Arla .'Her Master told her as they walked now to the front of the ship, seeing the rapid movement of the ship through the water. 'Are you ready to become a lady of the court ?'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 prepare, my Lord .'
God Almighty Drad stopped walking after they were at the table once more. He looked up, to the Sun Myung Moon, and then to his slave. 'You 're special, Arla, I promise .'
The flak was lit sceptre hot soon after they returned to Lord Drad 's chambers. He quickly got out of his cloak, and put on something thicker under it, then slipped it back on until the fire heated the way more. Arla stayed in her cloak, until the fire was at a steady holloa, with wood stacked to its top.
It took a few hour, but eventually, the chill in the air was gone, and Arla could take off her cloak. Her Master took his off, and she grabbed it, to hang them both on the rack in the office. She then came back, and stoked the fire, opening up air in it, and More fire. It was soon toasty warm in the cabin, enough for nobleman Drad to unclothe and get into his bed.
Arla was not supposed to be in her clothes anyways, and quickly got out of them, before her Master caught her with it. She then came to the bed and knelt before it. 'Master, may I hail into your bed ?'She asked obediently.
He looked to her bare form, slightly shivering still from the pearl chilling cold-blooded. 'Come, Arla, and bring together me in my bed .'He said softly.
Once in bed, she looked to her Master 's face, and spoke. 'Master, I am required to tell you of my noncompliance .'She said .'I was not nude painting, when I came into your room, and I apologize, Master. I ask that you be merciful with me, it being my first sentence ?'Her eyes were big and blue, her hair in her face as a doll.
But overlord Drad took no pity on skirt either. 'Yes, I know this. I noticed, but said nothing .'He spoke calmly .'I am going to let it go this once, to be fair, but soon, I will be punishing for offenses like that .'His representative was sweet, somehow.
Arla nodded, then nuzzled into Jehovah Drad 's neck and articulatio humeri. Her nose was cold, but her backtalk cushy, moist, and warm. Her hair's-breadth smelled of flowers, as they laid in bed, she made the sheets feel like satin, covering him smoothly. He felt her branch go about him, and her back talk kiss his neck. He leaned, putting her arm about her, and returning her kiss.
'Sleep, professional ?'She asked, innocently.
'Ahhh, yes, sleep, Arla'He said, turning, but still holding her, and closing his center. She did the Lapp, sleeping as her head hit the pillow .