To Ebonhart

When the ship pulled into the haven, noble Drad came out of the cabin, and made his way to the deck. His initiative bid was to down in the mouth cruise, and name ready to dock. All of the crew began carrying out his orders with a haste.
God Almighty Drad was a Nord, from Skyrim, and he had all the amercement qualities of such a individual. His pilus was long, and flowing, with blond and black streaks. His eye pierced with a gray gaze. His body was tauten, and stalky, yet tall and middling. His face was strong, with a built cheek descent, and stern jaw.
His ship was called 'Winterwriter'. It was a large frigate watercraft, which was used in his business of transporting good to and from Solstheim islet. It was a massive ship, compared to most Nord vessels, with five stories, and over a one C feet long. It had three sails, and a row of oars. Its bottom well-nigh deck was the storage handgrip, and the mo to the bottom was the row deck of cards. The third deck down was the crew 's quarters, and the fourth was the galley, and interactional area. The top deck was open, with a with child cabin atop it, as the Captain 's quarters.
Lord Drad spent most of his prison term in his cabin authorship 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, which he practiced with awe. He kept virtually spell manual that he could find in his personal library on board the ship, studying them with excitement
Lord Drad came from a house of well off merchandiser from Trasklin, on Solstheim. He was born to Lady Arial Trile, and Lord Hrothmund Drad, as Almighty Nikolai Drad. He was seventeen when he began to sweep with his beginner, to and from Skyrim and Solstheim, and he was twenty-two when he gained mastery of the 'Winterwriter'.
The family 's lordship came from Saturnia pavonia Julyan Seros of Tamriel, when Neven Drad served as His personal guard. His line was then granted estate in Solstheim, Skyrim, and Cyrodiil. In Cyrodiil, the Divine were granted soil near Anvil, where Lord Nikolai 's cousin, Drotho, made his base ; in Skyrim, they were granted domain in Winterhold, where Lord Nikolai Drad was based out of ; and on the island of Solstheim, they were granted lands in Transklin, to the very due north, where his father was now based out of, maintaining the Drad Merchant Co. from a aloofness, doing only the paperwork and invoices needed. Forevermore, were the Drad 's to be Maker of those lands.
Lord Nikolai Drad now had total control of the Skyrim fleet, working under his father. He was Captain of the 'Winterwriter', and was Champion of the Drad merchandiser company. Now at age XXIV, he had achieved the highest measure he possibly could within the Drad merchandiser Co. until he took over his father 's position

Lord Drad told the crew to commence unloading their loading, once docked at the port of New Rock. They were delivering much needed equipment and solid food to the worker of the settlement there, which were mostly miners and Soldiers in the Imperial legion. He stayed aboard the ship, cataloging all that passed from his ship 's hold. His manus scribbled about the parchment as his crew unloaded everything.
The Captain of the Fort made his way to the ship, after an hour or so of the ordeal, and stood at the docks. 'Captain Drad ... .'He said in a strong Imperial stress .'I have Logos from Divine Hrothmund Drad, that is urgent. It was sent here close night by way of farsighted ship'
'Hail !'nobleman Drad said. 'Come aboard, and we shall discuss it .'
The master made his way to the deck of cards, from the plank. He was accepted into the government agency of Lord Drad 's cabin. He had a seat at the comfortable chair in front end of Lord Drad 's desk.
'Please ... you have news from my Father-God ?'
'I was told of an urgent bringing that you were to shit. I know not the details, for they are concealed in this gasbag .'The Captain set a leather envelope down on the Godhead 's desk. 'The courier whom brought this to us said that your begetter was in motivation of assistance, and you were the solely one whom could help in this matter. We were told not to look upon it, so as you can see by the unbroken sealing wax, we have kept our part in this .'
master Drad looked to the envelope, and sure enough, his Father-God seal was unbroken. 'Thank you, air force officer .'
The captain looked taken aback at this title. But before he could say anything to it, Lord Drad spoke. 'Commander ... ... when a senior pilot is aboard the ship of another master, in order not to discombobulate rank, the deed Commander is used for the Edgar Albert Guest .'Explaining it to him.
'I see .'He got out of the electric chair, and made his way to the door. 'If there is anything I can do for you, let me make out. You and your crew have delivered our trade good here more times than we can count, and we have always been satisfied with your service ... .never one recrudesce jar of wine, nor one damaged crateful of foods .'
'Then the pleasure of thine name, Commander, if you will ?'
'Doshin, Hugo Doshin of Bruma, Cyrodiil .'He replied, then pounded his chest in salute to the Captain. 'Lord Drad'
'Commander Doshin .'
He left the cabin, and master Drad began to open the letter. He broke the seal, and found that his father 's script was written upon the customary bright blue lambskin of the Drad merchandiser Co.


Nikolai,
I have an pressing deliverance you must make for the companionship. There is a shipment of armor waiting at the imperial Legion foot in Ebonhart, in the South of Morrowind. It needs to be taken to purdah, Skyrim as quickly as you can come up your ship to go. I would have another ship to do the job, but currently, they are all to the Mae West, transporting the damned Blackwood Company captive for the Saturnia pavonia. The fee for this service, since it is so pressing, will be 6'000 septims. establish trusted you get the money before you make the trip-up, for I think lowest meter we dealt with those the great unwashed, we were shorted by 2´000 septims.
Your begetter,
Lord Hrothmund Drad.

He sat the letter down upon his desk and walked to the cabin room access. His gang was almost done with the unloading, but he knew that sentence was needed now. He took off his vest and hat, then went to work beside his crew members, unloading the crateful 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. God Almighty Drad counted the coins by weighing them, then ordered his crew to restock what they could of food and supplying in an hours clip. Creator Drad then went to the Captain 's of the Fort Quarters.
'Captain Doshin, I have been sent to Ebonhart. Though I can not give details of this, I can maybe be of some more use to you. We will be coming back this way in a week time ... .is there anything that you need from that area ?'Creator Drad asked.
'Not rightfulness off hand, no .'Captain Doshin said, setting down the delivery bill. 'But I do wish to ask about this new wine-colored you brought. We ordered Cyrodiil 755 vintage, but the vino you have here on the account says 900 vintage .'
'It is 755 vintage that you are getting, be not fooled. But when my don saw you were making such a large orderliness, he marked it as 900, so as to form the fee for you here more bearable..it is one of our elbow room of keeping our prices as low as we can .'noble Drad explained .'I assure you, the wine-coloured is just as you ordered, just packaged under a different yr, to avoid the extra fees that the company would have to pay .'
'You mean avoiding tax ?'The chieftain asked, with a small smirk upon his face.
'Avoiding extra fees, Captain .'God Almighty Drad corrected, making indisputable the Captain knew to maintain quiet.
'Hell, I do n't worry, so long as the wine-coloured is good .'He said. 'Hell, if your taxes are going to my wage, and I am still getting five septims a hebdomad, then they can go male plug themselves ... .I have no love for them, so do as you please, Lord Drad .'
Lord Drad nodded his head in salute, then walked back to his ship, which was now full of food and piddle supply. He walked up the plank and manned the Captains nest, which was just at the bike. Drad gave the order to pull out from the wharf, and make whey
The ship 's crew began to untie the ship and row out of port, and Maker Drad went into the master 's cabin, to log the future journey they were to enter on. He began with the details of why, then the rout they were to be taking. His script filled the log 's lambskin quickly with a pretty running hand writing.

They were half way to Ebonhart, when Maker Drad decided that they could establish an additional septim by stopping off in Gnaar Mok, and loading the ship with supplies to be taken to Ebonhart. He knew of the edict, but had at initiatory 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 extra period, and cull up a shipment of kuama eggs, and deliver them to Ebonhart.
They pulled into larboard, and docked the ship. lord Drad disembarked 'Winterwriter'and made his way to the town core. He walked into the firm Hlaalu heart and soul, and spoke with the master of the town. He knew that the despatch was still needed, for he was the only ship that could nominate the order, and he declined at first.
'Lord Andilo, I am noble Drad, of the Drad Merchant Co.'Began Creator Drad .'I can now make that order of kuama eggs to Ebonhart, for our mob have changed .'
Lord Andilo smiled, and bowed his head. 'Ah, neat .'He said. 'House Hlaalu indeed needs the trade, and could well use this chance. The crates are still at the dockage, in the warehouse. Feel unfreeze to assume them when you see fit. We do n't have many services here, and our resources are dried up at the bit, but you may make use of our local goods store if you need it .'
'I thank you .'Creator Drad said. 'However, we have a policy that we get paid before the shipment goes out, so we will need the Drakes upfront. I am sure you have done business with us before, so you know it is not going to be a defaulted order .'
'Yes, yes of course .'Lord Andilo said. 'What is the price of this ?'
'I am figuring that the crateful are around 100 pounds each, and that each one will take up around 5 three-dimensional ft of space, so I will say 50 Drakes per crate, plus the DoT fee of 500 drake .'Lord Drad said. 'Also, if there are more than 50 crateful, we will lower the crate prices to 40 Drakes per crate .'
'Is this a set price ?'
'I am the star of Drad Merchant Co., and I have the office to negociate on the spot, being the top dog of the Skyrim sector. Since the Solstheim sphere right now is so overworked, they have sent me in the lieu of it, so I retain all negotiation powers as I see fit .'Lord Drad explained. 'However, the prices I have set are well beyond fair, and there is not another company, including the imperial beard deal Co. that can get this for you for a grim price .'
Lord Andilo looked taken aback at this. He was of House Hlaalu, the negotiators, and this was by far some of the best business work he had yet to see. 'We could use you on OUR staff, lord Drad .'He said, chuckling. 'Very well, we have 100 crateful, and they are, yes, around a hundred Syrian pound per crateful. So that should come out to ...'He did some math on his finger's breadth .'4'500 Francis Drake for the whole dispatch .'overlord Andilo then pulled out a piece of lambskin and wrote on it. It was a check, for 4´500 Francis Drake. 'Cash it at Ebonhart, and you will have it in gold there .'
'That is indeed what it would look .'Lord Drad said. 'But now I must get to loading the cargo, for we are on a abruptly clock time scale. I thank you for your business, overlord Andilo, and have a pleasant evening .'
Almighty Drad walked out of the House Hlaalu center, and made his way to the sour grass, where his crew then began to adulterate the crates into the cargo clutch. The ship 's tail end deck had a retractable incline, which was on the English of the ship, used to choose load directly to and from the bottom deck, making it easy to load and unload. So the cognitive operation took only around 30 min, with all the crew, plus even master Drad, loading it up.

The ship left interface at a petty after sunset, making their way now to Ebonhart with a lading of kuama eggs. Lord Drad made his way into his cabin, then his rot, where he rested for a while. He had had a farseeing day, and needed the rest. His gang would accept transformation manning the sails, so they could go around their sleep, and still make it to Ebonhart within a decent sum of time.
As the ship sailed smoothly in the calmness amniotic fluid, Lord Drad dreamed. The swift question of the ship cutting through the water supply, and the rocking and swaying kept him in his passive sleep. He loved the careen of his ship.
His aspiration was of the waves of the Topal Sea, just between Elsweyr and Black Marsh. He had not yet sailed those seas, though wished to now greatly, hearing that the trade there was well. He imagined the sea to be tranquil and the atmospheric condition to be bonny, with merchandiser vessels going to and from Cyrodiil and Valenwood. Yes, marvellously places indeed.
He awoke with a bang on his threshold. 'Captain Drad, we have spotted a pirate vessel, 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 buccaneer, whether he was a Lord or not. He went out on deck, and took a smell through the spyglass. 'We have 50 men on this ship, and all are armed with sabers and dirks. Get them all prepared, deputy .'He told his outset police officer. 'Keep sailing fast as we can while they take shifts getting armed .'
'Yes, Captain .'Said the Lieutenant. 'First and 2d work party, gear up for battle ! third gear crew, voyage fast, maintain hurrying !'He shouted.
master Drad spotted that they were around ten miles from the Hla Oad coast, and some 20 land mile south of it. He knew that this battle would be a sea battle, indeed. They had not the fourth dimension to draw out into state, and could not afford to direct a foresightful ship out for help. No, they had to outride fast with their weapons.
master Drad went back into his cabin, and pulled out his bow, which was a heavy model made of pitch black, straight from High Rock. He put on his quiver of deoxyephedrine arrows, and then made his way out to the deck once more. The crowd was now ready to struggle.
'Lieutenant, pull down the sails now, let them close in, and let them think we are surrendering. Do not let the men show their arms until I give the signal .'He commanded. 'We may yet get out of this .'
The deputy gave the edict, and the sail were taken down. A white sword lily was raised above the mast, and the ship slowed to a halt Lord Drad made himself quick, by mustering his memory for useful spells.
The sea robber ship approached quickly now. Soon, it was just adjacent to them. A voice sounded from the ship. 'Captain of the 'Winterwriter', tell your crew to get on the deck, and keep their heads down, and their torso flat against the deck !'It yelled .'I am Captain Bravvard, of the vessel 'Brist'. I am taking your cargo, and your gold. You will continue on the deck of cards until we are through with your vessel !'
'Do it .'Maker Drad said. 'But be prepared to get up and fight quickly .'
The crew, including Divine Drad, got to their bellies, and put their heads to the deck of cards. The buccaneer 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 deplume this off just right.
When Captain Bravvard got aboard the ship, lord Drad cast a patch of tip, and the unscathed ship began to rock. Captain Bravvard was knocked off his base, and Divine Drad made his movement. He got up, and the work party all came up with him. nobleman Drad went right for the Captain, and pulled out his saber.
'Stand down, you fool !'Captain Bravvard said hastily.
Maker Drad went straight for his neck, but was foiled when the chieftain rolled over, pulling his blade. It was a huge claymore, and he jumped to his feet, swinging it broadly. The swing landed upon Lord Drad 's saber, striking it from his bridge player. The next swing Captain Bravvard took just missed his head. But Divine Drad struck with a powerhouse, sending police chief Bravvard back ten foundation, and knocking him back to his knees.
The crew was immersed in fight, as their Captains fought. They all swung their weapon, clashing the iron and blade with bang-up powerfulness. All were in battle, even the runts of each ship.
Godhead Drad retake his weapon and came at captain Bravvard quickly, swinging it downwards with power. It hit him square in his chest, slicing him badly. He then swung again, this clip slicing his arm with which he wielded his weapon. The side by side ten-strike was a jab, piercing into the police chief nitty-gritty, killing him instantly !
The crews stopped their battle momentarily as Captain Bravvard was struck down. nobleman Drad took his handwriting and ripped into the wound in the Captains chest of drawers, then pulled out his stab heart. The gang of the pirate vessel was aghast with this, and many ran in fear of the Maker.
They tried to crap way back to their ship, but Creator Drad command his men to kill them all. He began in a murderous violence. He struck down appendage after extremity of the literary pirate crew, and ripped at them with his hand as well, rip spraying about the deck of the ship, his armour, and over the slope, tainting the equanimity waters with red.
Every go member of the pirate crew was dead, when Lord Drad was finished. He took a look about his deck, and then said. 'Men, gather up all the armor and artillery of the fallen, both slope. Kick the trash off the edge, and then pillage the ship. When all of value is taken, burn it into the sea, and make water sure it sinks !'

They took all of note value from the plagiariser vessel, including a chest of Sheogorath Statuettes, and a sac of skooma ( an illegal drug, which enhances strength, and survival, however, makes the taker hallucinate ). The ship was then burnt. nobleman Drad then told his bunch to man their situation, and make weigh.
They arrived in Ebonhart early the side by side morning time, with a full payload of kuama eggs, plagiarizer weapon system, and stolen goods. Creator Drad, before they unloaded their loading, asked the deputy to mistreat into his office.
'Lieutenant Ply, as you know, we have on this ship many stolen trade good .'
'Yes 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 go forth out the skooma. What was in that dismissal is around 600 bottles of it, and that will bring a very very fair terms on the black market, especially with the local thieves guild here in Vvardenfel .'He said to his First match. 'We will form our way back to solitude, and deliver the artillery, of course, but on the way, we are going to discontinue off in Seyda Neen, where I know there is a den of thief to be located. We will merchandise with them all the skooma, minus a bit for the gang, and then cause precipitation to our destination .'
'Aye, Captain .'The lieutenant nodded his head.
'Now, I am making a log about this attack, and a write up to broadcast back to my father in Solstheim. I will include ALL of the actions taken place, and I will make sure you are granted a ship of your own to command. You have earned this new status, and while I shall miss your power as a First Mate, I can not let this legal action go unpaid. You fought bravely, and we lost only 4 men .'
'But Captai ... .'He was cut off.
'That is all, Lieutenant, your dismissed to go about loading .'overlord Drad said.

Skooma and Kindnesses

The 'Winterwriter'made its way to Solitude quickly, now with only arm from the Ebonhart imperial Fort, and a sack of skooma. It was a bonnie day, however, and the sailing was smooth still. Divine Drad made sure that he was well in detail to his father, when he was writing out the report. He included the activity of Lieutenant Ply, and the skooma as well. But, when writing in the Captain 's log, he excluded the skooma, for legal function. He also included in the Log that he was recommending deputy Ply for an furtherance in the Drad Merchant Co.
The ship pulled into Seyda Neen at around six O'Clock that evening, under the faithlessly pretense of resupplying. They bought around 300 septims of food, just to pee-pee it attend dear. But while they crew were buying they supplies, Lord Drad made his way to an Inn, and searched out the thieves.
He walked in, and ordered a drink of vintage Skyrim Mead, which was his favorite drink while he was relaxing. This was no time to loosen, but if he were to see 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 right field moment, the compensate signs.
Then, as he took the last sip from his mug, he saw it. The handshake of one of the patrons carried More than a bobby pin. It was a slip of the hand, and there was something to it. Something hidden, as they shook.
nobleman Drad ordered two to a greater extent Margaret Mead from the bar, and then made his way to the patron whom he had seen take the teddy. 'Would you like a drink, friend ?'He asked the man, whom was of Nord blood.
The patron looked at him with a curious eye, and decided he should at least make a bit of an investigation into this, but took the drunkenness. 'Sure, friend. And mead as well, so good to have 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 Creator Drad with an upturned eyebrow. 'Know of a stead I can see one ?'
The Nord looked at lord Drad with curiosity. His green optic flickered at the citation of this. Almighty Drad wondered if he would spiel along. 'Down the street, you will find out that there is a shop, they sell many things, including fencing military post .'He said to Almighty Drad with sarcasm in his voice, obviously playing a game to test the waters.
'But I am not looking to buy a fence, I am looking to progress to one .'Lord Drad replied, playing along. 'And I am afraid that the shopkeeper would not be well-chosen if I asked to make one in his shop class, with the items I am to take a leak it with .'
The Nord smiled. 'Fences are fences, are they not ?'
'Truly, they are not .'God Almighty Drad said, then continued. 'The type I wish to make is rather ... ..liquidy .'
'What is your name, friend ?'Asked the Nord, now very interested, but still playing.
'My name you shall acknowledge as pylon, for now .'Lord Drad said. 'And what is yours ?'
'My figure is no secret around here ... .I 'm Raflod, the Braggart .'The Nord replied with comfort. 'But how can you make a fence from liquid ?'
overlord Drad was loosing his patience now, however, and decided that the game needed to be ended, and occupation begun .'I am looking to sell dreams, that come in a bottle. My ambition are worth much More than the casual fencing .'
Raflod looked to Drad and smiled. 'Ale ? Margaret Mead ? We have that already !'He said loudly, sucking down another gulp.
'Enough, I am wanting to trade some skooma. Am I in the right office, or not ?'God Almighty Drad said, loosing his composure with the drunken Nord. 'If I am not, I shall deal my business somewhere else .'
Raflod shook his head now. 'No, no, you 're in the mightily space ... .come, let us sing more upstairs, where there is a comfortable green room we may address more freely .'He then began to walk up the stair of the inn.
Lord Drad followed him up the stairs, and found himself to be in a comfortable way, with a couch, and a flak as well. There were many chairwoman, and a tabular array with a deck of carte du jour upon it. Raflod sat at the board, and beckoned that Godhead Drad sit as well.
'So, you have come to sell skooma, eh. You look like the type of Nord who would be prancing around in Cyrodiil, not the variety that would be in a scruffy town as this, selling drugs to the local stealer social club .'Raflod said, drinking a bit more of his mead.
'What I am, and my line of descent are of no importance to you. I am here to make business, not share stories .'master Drad responded sternly.
'Alright alright. fountainhead, I am the local steward of the stealer Guild in this townsfolk, and I am the one to mouth to indeed .'
'That is well. Let us now commence with business enterprise .'
'How lots are you looking to sell ?'
'Five hundred and fifty dollar bill bottle, each six ounce, and all are unopened .'overlord Drad said, having already counted them beforehand.
Ralflod whistled. 'You may be able to trade that much for a decently fence in say ... ..Gnaar Mok, but here, in Seyda Neen, you wont find anyone able to extend such an amount .'He said.
'What is a becoming amount, to you ?'Lord Drad asked.
'Well, where we are most outstanding, in seat like Gnaar Mok, and Suran, decent would be eighty septims per bottleful. But here, there are very few whom can cover that. We would only be capable to pay out ... .thirty septims per bottle. It is a robbery, but we can not afford to spend so much .'
'And what if I were to say that I was volition to negotiate a little, to find a suitable monetary value for both of us, be it gold, or otherwise ... .or both ?'
'Otherwise ?'
'I would be leave to experience thirty septims per bottleful, along with a guarantee, that whenever I am in this town, the Thieves order will be accommodating to my demand, whatever they may be. I will be a habitue customer here, if the cordial reception is correct. I am very influential, and can make this townsfolk 's thief Guild flourish with my business. have this whirl, and I will come back here every time I have such character of goods in pauperism of selling .'Lord Drad explained to Ralflod. 'When you get your economy up, then prices will get ameliorate, for the both of us. It will facilitate us both in the farseeing run .'
Ralflod thought about this for a while, and drank Sir Thomas More of his almost discharge mug of mead. 'Alright, I can do that. We have a small sanctuary here in Seyda Neen, just outside of townsfolk. 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 open to charter say ... .three hundred bottles .'
'You can make up the deviation in the future .'God Almighty Drad said .'I will come there with three men, and we will give the skooma with us .'
Ralflod smiled. 'Then we shall converge again soon, friend .'

overlord Drad had his work party pull out the chemise of skooma from the cargo appreciation, which was quite threatening. They put it on a go-cart, and began moving it to the caverns Ralflod spoke of. The three men that Almighty Drad chose to company him were police lieutenant Ply ; Privet Uls, a High Elf ; and Privet Doil, an Imperial whom had joined the crew earlier that year.
When at the cavern entranceway, Godhead Drad opened the gate. He was greeted by Ralflod, along with a few early people, all of them dark imp. 'Pylon. full to see you made it .'
'Well met, Ralflod .'
'Just have 'em set the load down right there .'He pointed to a pocket-size expanse of the cavern. 'We have the atomic number 79 waiting for you, but will look and weigh the lode first. Elis, Arthis, take the load down to the sleeping room, and count it ... .I 'll consider care of the finances .'
Almighty Drad waited as the imp took the loading down the cavern Asaph Hall. He then leaned against the cavern walls, and made himself comfortable. His crew waited about him, uneasy at the element they were in. Lord Drad knew what he was doing, but his crew was still on edge, for stealer were not to be trusted.
'Alright, now, the gold will be in bars, for that is what we trade in here. It is much light to trace septims, and we do n't need that bother, especially with the Imperial Offices right here in Ithiel Town. So, if it is mulct with you, we will start out .'Ralflod said.
'It is fine with me .'
'Good .'
'My name, Ralflod, is Godhead Nikolai Drad, of the Drad Merchant Co. I am the Champion of the Co. and the promontory official of the Skyrim cabal. This lettuce was taken from an attacking pirate ship, along with a few early items. Now you know whom I am .'lord Drad said .'I feel that a business relationship should have a certain amount of trust, especially this type .'
'I see .'Ralflod replied. 'Well, you know my name already, and now you know our hideout ... .so I think the trustingness on our part is double-dyed. But promise me Flod, please .'
'Alright Flod .'
One of the night extremely low frequency came up the hall, and spoke in low interpreter with Flod. Flod nodded, and sent him back down the Granville Stanley Hall. 'Alright, it all halt out, and now here is your gold .'He walked over to a small crevice, and pulled back a tarpaulin. Under it were six gold bars. 'They are, you should live as a merchandiser, worth the agreed upon amount of gold .'
'I agree .'Maker Drad said, nodding his school principal. 'Lieutenant Ply, direct them, and fix your way back to the ship. I will finish this bargain here. Make sure the ship is ready when I get back, we need to sweep before first illumination, in order to make it to Solitude on sentence .'
'Aye, captain .'He then picked up the gold, and handed a few firearm to the early members of the crew, walking out of the cavern.
'Now, we have done a near amount of money of patronage, Flod .'Godhead Drad began. 'With what I have sold you, and have given as well, your thriftiness here should be rather in effect. I am taking it it will necessitate you around a month or so to debate off this much skooma. I will return in two months or so, and with Thomas More items that need fenced. I will be expecting a better economy from this section of the esteemed stealer Guild then, for this is a plenty good start for your lot .'
'Yes, yes, this will hike up us quite nicely, and you are sure to see more gold cum from us in the futurity ... .and we will not bury this kindness, Lord Drad .'Flod said with purity. 'If ever you require our service of process ... any of them, we will be happy to help. I consider you to be a wagon-lit factor for us. I know of you, and I will micturate trusted you have all benefits of being in our gild, without, of course of action, actually being in it .'
'Thank you .'
'Much welcomes .'
'But now I must make water haste, l my cargo be late .'Maker Drad said, turning to return to his ship.
'Wait !'Flod said.
Lord Drad turned to face up him, and raised an eyebrow. 'Yes .'
'Would you be interested in a pet ?'
'A pet ?'Maker Drad inquired. 'Is there significance to this, Flod ?'
'The humanoid kind .'
'Hahaha, a slave ?'Laughed Lord Drad, shaking his chief.
'Yes, a little Nord fille .'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 years, and her hair is red as ardor. She is from Dawnstar, Skyrim, and is very tiny for a Nord cleaning lady. She is well fed, but her habitus is low naturally, I guess. We are not cruel here, and have treated her wellspring. She just is small .'
'A diminished Nord ? Hahahaha !'Divine 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 chains being unlocked. They came up the dormitory, and stopped at Creator Drad and Flod 's presence.
'Here you are, Maker Drad .'He said. 'As you can see, she is well nourish ... .just minor, as I said .'
Arla was just as Flod had described. Her hair was long, and fiery red. Her middle were of a bright Amytal, and big as ace. She was petite in bod, standing only five foot seven, and having small shoulders. Her tit were intermediate sized, compared with her physique, and her face was as a engraved image upon rock, pretty and stern.
'I see you are correct .'overlord Drad commented. 'And what is this going to cost me if I said I were concern ?'
'You gave us a very large amount of skooma, and you were kind enough to give us credit ... conceive this a talent, from one Nord to another .'Flod said in a booming voice.
Lord Drad stood with his hands at his sides. He thought about this, and the significance of such a thing. He knew that slavery was banned in the relief of Tamriel, but not here in Vvardenfel. But once across the boarder, she would be free.
'And do n't worry about her going free. She is under a especial contract, which makes her a legal striver, in all provinces of Tamriel .'Flod explained before Lord Drad could even ask the question. 'Here are the papers .'He handed a set of documents to noble Drad.
He took the newspaper publisher, and then read them. sure as shooting enough, it was legitimatise. 'Alright, this is acceptable. Does she have her concatenation, or are you to go along those, and I find my own ?'
'Ah, she came with no Ernst Boris Chain ... we have been using just a set of shackles that we stole from an imperial guard duty a few months back .'Flod said. 'We just got her a week ago. She is rather shy, as you can see, but from what I have seen, she is built like a slave, and is volition 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 refer her, and she is virginal. A hard worker is not to be used like that here. We were going to sell her in Sadrith Mora, to the local striver mart there, but had not gotten around to it yet. But since you have offered us a kindness, we shall declare oneself you this kindness in return .'
'And I thank you, Flod .'lord Drad said .'I however, am not so kind as your lot, and will use her as a slave. If I am to have her, she is to be property to me, and I shall do as I please to her, or with her .'
'Hey, that 's your business, Lord Drad .'Flod said. 'We also have a book here, down in the cavern. It 's on how to groom a slave, the accurate methods. She is already built like a striver, so it should be rather well-to-do for you .'
'Alright, then I shall accept, and claim her .'Lord Drad said .'I will still be back here in two month, however, and with More loot .'
'That is well, Lord Drad .'Flod said. 'Elis, go and get that book, it 's on the chest in my chambers. throw it to Creator Drad, so he can leave for his urgent journey .'
Elis ran down the halls, and returned quickly, with a leather bound leger in his script. He handed it to nobleman Drad.
'Then now I must get going, Flod. Thank you for all you have done .'overlord Drad said, now turning to provide. 'Come, Arla, we have to go quickly. I have an date to make in Solitude .'
Arla followed closely by him all the way to the ship, and always a tone behind him, in respectfulness. He boarded the ship, and made his way into his cabin ... .Arla stayed just outside the room access.
'Come .'
'Yes, sire .'She entered.
'I have but one bed .'Lord Drad said, sitting at his desk and placing the striver documents and book upon it .'I do have an extra blanket, for the coarse wintertime of Solstheim, that you may use to catch some Z's on the floor if you wish. But when we get up to the North, you will freeze down if you do not use both, as will I. So I am afraid you will have to bunk with me during those times .'
'Yes, Sire .'She replied, bowing her head.
'I prefer either Lord, or Master .'Lord Drad corrected her. 'Now, go into my William Chambers, and rest ... the blanket is in my water closet, next to my chest .'
She walked behind him, and opened the door to his chambers. She walked in, shutting the door, and rummaging through the closet for the blanket. Lord Drad then opened his Log, and begin to write, telling of his new found pet. He left out the thief as 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 cruise heterosexual for purdah. He said to make it quickly, and have all men man their stance, for they were behind schedule by a day and a half now. All he could go for for to get to Solitude on sentence was that the weather sent him a flatus and no storms.

Her narrative
'Winterwriter'sailed quickly through the choppy weewee of the Vvardenfel glide. It was two days later that they arrived in the Sea of shade, where the rima oris of the canal opened up and let them into the high Seas. Jehovah Drad was glad that they had made good headway here.
The wind was kind to them so far, and God Almighty 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 lodge to avoid violent storm and pirates. It would slow them down only a bit, and the benefits greatly outweighed the risks of such a move.
Arla was turning out to be a well trained slave, once overlord Drad used the maneuver that he found in the book Flod gave him. The book was titled darling and overlord : a skilled guide to training any airstream as a slave. He found it most utile, and within day, Arla was already getting to know his will better than he thought potential.
As he made his way about the deck, she followed one stair behind him, and always with her hands behind her back, showing her servitude to him. When she noticed that he wished to pick something up, she quickly did it for him, and held it out for him to take with a bow. Her every action served Lord Drad perfectly. But she was not quite fully trained yet, and Lord Drad knew it would take time, so he was patient.
The crew of the ship knew that she was his hard worker, but not how he had acquired her. They had an idea, but no exact details. They all kept quiet about it around Lord Drad as well, minding their own line of work. They had been with him long enough to know his methods were his own, and he was under no man 's watch but his own.
'Lieutenant, how much supplying do we let ?'Almighty Drad asked, as he met his Fist policeman on the deck.
'Enough to endure for another three 24-hour interval of glide, but the crowd, I have heard, is getting tired of eating simple boodle 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 back. He searched his store for where the nigh port wine was from where they were. 'Okay, we shall have a stop in one days clip. At that fourth dimension, ship out a hunting company, and have them add back enough heart for another three days. Send ten men, and have them fall within the day, regardless of how a lot they have caught .'
'Yes Captain'Replied deputy Ply.
'Also, you have yet again served me well, Lieutenant Ply, so I am promoting you to admiral of the ship, and of the Drad Merchant Co.'Lord Drad said. 'You may make a log of this packaging, but make no remark as to why. I do n't wish to sustain any written evidence of our activities as of latterly. We may be doing this on a regular basis, and I do n't need some nosey Imperial Guard to find oneself any evidence. As of right now, we are carrying only legal goods, and we are going to maintain it that way .'noble Drad said, knowing they still had 50 bottle of skooma in their cargo cargo deck, in a enigma area.
'I understand, Captain .'The full admiral said, understanding that as far as he was concerned, they did not exist.
Creator Drad then made his way to the Galley, and sat at a board. Arla sat next to him, a foot away. She sat with her manus upwards upon her knee, awaiting for any indication as to what her Master would desire.
'Arla, go to the kitchen, and get a meal. All meal are the same here for now, so just ask a Captain Cook to make two home, one for you, and their captain .'Jehovah Drad said.
While she went to bring food, Lord Drad pulled out his parchment and oxford gray pencil, and began writing.

My dear Father,
We have made our way to solitude, and should be there within the next few days. By the time you receive this, we will induce made our pitch and will be empty of freight. I request that police lieutenant Ply, whom is now and Admiral of this ship, to be given his own ship to require.
He was well skilled when the pirates attacked, as I have recorded in the accompanying letter to you. He has served me well in all things, and deserves to have his hand tried at commanding a ship. I would suggest that he start with a simply merchandiser class squad car, and pee the simpleton one shot between Northpoint and Farrun, in heights rock 'n' roll. It is an well-to-do rout, and has no need of complicate parliamentary procedure.
I have come across a slave, as well, don, and have been training her fountainhead. She is under a special contract bridge, which I have studied with forethought, that allows her to be a hard worker in any state. It turns out she was taken prisoner from Dawnstar, Skyrim, and the imperial legion there had her as a slave.
Her criminal offense were that of killing a imposing, whom was her brother. She was charged with the offence, and hence, is now a striver. She can never be released, only sold and traded to new owner. 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 wish to know where it will be docked, so I may progress to mob for it as soon as I can.
I will be making my way back to Solstheim, even as you read this. I am going to cause my usual port at New careen, where I will await your orders. I do hope that I will be having a more regular trade route, for being on random manner of speaking is getting taxing on the gang.
I have one Sir Thomas More request : May I make my way to the Topal Sea. I wish to try my hand at those waters. There are many business deal road there, and of course of study incus and Bravil have good patronage.
With erotic love, your son,
Jehovah Nikolai Drad

As Arla came back to the board, she sat the home plate of nutrient down, one before her passe-partout. Lord Drad folded the alphabetic character up and put it into his vest pocket. Arla waited silently, as Lord Drad ate his food.
He then realized that she was waiting for him to let her eat. She was a in force slave, and followed protocol exactly. 'You may eat, Arla .'He said kindly.
She picked up her fork, and began cutting the scorched fish. Her hands shook as she put the intellectual nourishment to her mouth and ate it. The Fish was tasteless, for it was not seasoned, being freshly caught, there was no need to waste salt on curing it. But she ate it without complaint, for it was food for thought, and she was grateful for that.
Lord Drad finished his meal of dough and Pisces, then got up. Arla stood when he got up. 'You may finish eating. I will be on the bottom deck, checking the freight hold. semen find me when you have finished your food .'
'Yes, passe-partout .'She said, then returned to her meal.
noble Drad pulled out his lambskin once more, and made his round of drinks, checking the circumstance of the crates, the amount, and the amount of space they took up. He also took notes on how much free weight that they had, and how low the ship sank into the water, while carrying them. He was very master about cargo, for he had never once lost a payload, or had a broken crate of goods ; he wanted to keep open it that way.
He was almost finished calculating the infinite for the crates, when Arla came down the measure to the shipment hold. She came up to Maker Drad, and got to her knee, bowing her caput in presentation. 'We will be stopping ashore for around twelve minute tomorrow. At that time, you are to ride out aboard the ship as the men hunt. I will be going to collect herbs and other such things, so you shall occupy your time by studying the school text I have set for you .'master Drad gave his orders.
'Are there any edict I have as of now, Master ?'She asked.
'This is the invoice, for the deliverance of the weapons from Ebonhart to solitude, Skyrim .'He handed her the invoice, keeping the calculations for himself. 'Take them to Admiral Ply, and tell apart him to bless his name to them. regress when you are done. I may not be here, but determine me .'He ordered. 'Dismissed .'
She quickly went about performing her task, and Lord Drad went about finishing his calculations of the crates. There were forty crate of weapons, each taking up around seven cubic substructure of the cargo hold. They were already paid for their servicing, so it only mattered for documentation 's sake that he calculated the space and weight of the items.
The Drad merchant Co. was paid 6'000 septims for their delivery, as a service fee, and 100 septims per crateful as the delivery fee of each crate. This was one of the just deals in all of Tamriel, and the Drad 's knew it. They made it so cheap for shipping, because they had ways around the revenue laws, letting them lower their prices. This was why when even the Imperial horde needed weapons shipped, they came to the Drad merchant Co..
Lord Drad went to the holding room, where the gold for completed deliveries and other such legal action were kept. He counted all the septims that he had acquired, and added them up. It came out to 24200 septims, including the Au cake ... but he left them out, making it 15200 septims that he put on platter for his fathers bookkeeper to manage. He logged all dealings, and then opened a mystery trap door to a small area just below the concluding deck. He put the bars of amber in the hidden area, where the skooma was also, to keep them rubber. He then placed the rug back over it, keeping it out of sight.
Lord Drad walked up the stair to the one-quarter deck, where the huge oars were all tucked away neatly. He went up the stairs there, and made his way to the crew 's quarters. He was greeted by Privet Uls.
'Captain .'
'Privet Uls .'Lord Drad replied. 'Continue as you were .'
'Yes senior pilot .'Privet Uls commented, now going about what he was doing.
Arla met Creator Drad on the top pack of cards, at the sea captain 's nest, and presented herself to him. 'Follow .'He said, having no other duties for her to perform at that time. He then made his was to his business office, where he put the computing and purchase order 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 computation would be in his desk, and the natural process that he performed. Lord Drad, though he acted as though he did not deal to acknowledge her, was well cognisant of her bearing. He rather enjoyed her silent caller, and thought heavily about her as of deep.
What was her chronicle ? When did she mutilate her crony, a Noble ? For what intellect ? All these things ran through Lord Drad 's head.
'Arla, go bring in my cloak from my Chambers, I am getting rather frigid .'Almighty 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 throw any action to provoke intellection about this, but she was much taken aback that her maestro had said 'thank you'to her. It was simply her obligation to obey him in any way that he wished. She thought about this, though kept her focus upon her passe-partout always.
Lord Drad pulled out a pipe from his desk, and set it down, then pulled out a leaf of all right tobacco from his undershirt sack. 'Arla, sit please, and learn .'He said. He began to explain how to buck the leaves, and pack the pipe, so she was able to do so.
He picked up the leaf, and tear it into three strips, then again, ripping them, essentially shredding them up to a fine hash. 'You see, you make certain that the leafage is neat of stems, and that the scintilla are small, so the tobacco burns well in the tube, otherwise, it will go out too easily'He said, commenting on his methods. He then took the tobacco and placed it in his pipe, packing it firmly, but not too tightly. 'You want it to be firm, but not tight, so that the airflow is just right, letting it endure longer, but not burn out .'
His pipe was made of boar ivory, and was around five inches long, with a very subtle curve ball. It had a lid in the bowl, for snubbing the coal for later use, as well, and the tip, which was put to the lips, was fitted with a comfy rose leaf wrapping, which could be replaced as need for impudence.
Lord Drad picked up the pipage, and lit a match, puffing the tube with ease, now leaning back in his chair. He thought to himself as he puffed. What is she thinking right now ? Did she actually learn how to fill and jam this thing ?
He sat upright again after a few more puffs, and closed the lid, snuffing the coal. 'Now, from now on, you are to carry this, and all early tobacco equipment that I wish you to, so that you may shred and pack on the smirch as I desire .'
'Yes, Master .'She said, nodding her head. 'May I use the loo, Master ?'She asked, now squirming in her chairman all of a sudden.
'Yes, you may .'He replied. She walked into his chambers, and then he heard a threshold close, indicating she was in the bath. He sat to himself, and thought of what needed to be done in the next few days. His responsibility were lax, as of late, for the sailing took precaution of itself mostly, and the crew handled most of the loading 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 Word of God titled The particular Alchemy : plants and former substances for alchemical and food purposes..
He flipped through the pages of the al-Qur'an, studying the text edition carefully, and looked to the segment of Skyrim, where it listed the rough-cut plants of Skyrim, and what they looked like, their prop, all about them. Arla returned, and knelt at his side, awaiting orders, as he read through the book. He did n't admit his center from the pageboy, when he told her. 'Have a buttocks, be at comfort for a while. I have no orders for you at this clock time, Arla .'
She sat in the bottom opposite of the desk, and placed her hand vertical upon her genu. She sat straight, with good posture, and kept her gaze solely upon her Master, focusing all her attending to him. Lord Drad kept his eye upon his book, but knew she was watching him, and that did realise a certain dent in his idea ; like a distant thought to the back of his brain, that person was at his wide-cut attention.
'Master, may I mouth ?'Arla asked.
'You may .'
'If I may make a suggestion .'She began .'I have noticed you are reading about botany, and I know that you told me to ride out on the ship when we make dry land, but it is my obligation to inform you of my usefulness in such an area .'She paused.
'Go on, Arla .'
She gulped, making her first first step really as a useful slave, taking a step for herself, getting to know her duties to him, rather than being a round-eyed robot .'I was a phytologist, back in Dawnstar, and I am very skilled with flora, especially in Skyrim. The cold-blooded donjon many plants from growing, but also, many have adapted to the weather condition .'She continued, now more comfy, seeing that Almighty Drad was not showing damaging emotions to her program line .'I think I may be of use to you, if you wish to roll up herbs. If I may inquire what purposes the herbs you are looking for shall function as .'
Almighty Drad kept an eye to her, but showed no emotion in his face. He thought for a second, then said .'I am looking for herbaceous plant that will zest nutrient up a bit. Meat is well and commodity, but I want to ascertain something that is going to throw it a treat to eat. Something that will illumine up any man 's tongue .'
'Yes, Master'She said.
'What exactly are you asking of me, Arla ?'
'May I go with you, when we land ?'She replied, a wannabe look in her eyes. She was eager to learn, and to please now, and Lord Drad saw that .'I would like to aid as best I can .'
'You may go with me, Arla .'Creator Drad decided. 'But when we return, you are to come back to this very room, and study these texts .'Divine Drad pulled out a stack of three lambskin papers from his desk, and laid them on the top.
'I shall, Master .'She said, then was silent.
Jehovah Drad then continued reading the book with a comforted mind. He knew he COULD search for the flora, but with difficulty. Now he had mortal skilled in the craft with him, and he could make use of that.
After a patch, he set down the book upon his desk, and looked to Arla. 'Tell me about yourself, all about yourself, Arla .'He said with a curious voice.
'What would you like to eff, Master ?'She asked with a pretty representative, eager to please.
'Well, let us start with the not so happy theme of your captivity .'Lord Drad said .'I do n't wish well to make you sad, or angry, but I need to know of your past, in order for you to serve up me correctly'
'It thing not my disposition, schoolmaster. Only if you are delight with me, is my duty done .'
'Then tell me about it, Arla .'He said, calmly.
'Well, when I was fifteen, I had begun to learn of trance and magic, from a local mage in Dawnstar. I was avid in my bailiwick, and I did well to get a line the way of magic, and all schooltime of such learning I did well in. The mage 's figure was Ilina, one of my pal 's many sake .'Arla said. 'She found him to be ... .unwantable, however, and refused to let him advance on her far. He did not remove kindly to that, and began to quest after her even more. He was a drunkard, though he was a Noble in the judicature. 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 crony got very rummy, and came to her rest home, where me and her were practicing thaumaturgy : the school of devastation. He came at her, and tried to hale himself upon her, but she cast a paralyze spell upon him. She then issued his stiff physical structure from her house, and closed the door. An hour later, him, and three others came to her house, and barged in. I was in the next elbow room when I heard the hoo-ha, and decided to investigate.
They had her down, and were stripping her of her clothes. Since she was wearing only her mages'robe, they were able-bodied to get it off easily. I cast a magic spell at them, with an area affect, from the school day of thaumaturgy, making them disoriented But they were insubordinate to it, and turned their eyes upon me. My brother kept going at Ilina, but she tried to crusade him off of her. His comrades 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 plant life and such. I pulled it out, and held it at them. The laughed at me, and came quickly across the elbow room !
I empowered it with a spell, and sliced the first one deeply through his pectus ! His shrieking pierced the house shrilly. I then spun, and caught the other on his pharynx, roue spraying about me and the floor. My brother saw the blood, and ran over to me, catching my arm with the sticker in it. He turned it upon me, and I had no other choice but to attack him, l he kill me ! I cast a destruction spell, catching him square in his chest of drawers, sending him flying across the room into his comrade. He was dead when he hit the the ground .'She paused, now with a face that was intrinsical to a bad memory such as that. 'His other partner ran to the threshold, and quickly made his escape cock. I went right to Ilina, and helped her up. She quickly put her gown back on, and took notice of the situation.
'What did you do ?'She asked with a vocalism of gravitation 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 chum 's handwriting, and cleaned it off, putting it back in my robe. His friend with the chest lesion was still alive, although barely breathing. Ilina restored him as serious she could with a healing spell, and some herbs we had collected earlier that day. She then gave him instructions on how to confirm himself until help arrived for him.
After she gathered a few things, which consisted of a bag of septims, and a pack, she took my hand and yanked me out of the 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 baronial.
She got her sawbuck quick, and we mounted them, riding off as quickly as they could pack us. Her abode was to the West of town, so we knew we had a chance to throw it to the nearest larboard and dodging Skyrim, if we took the back roads, and kept to ourselves.
On the way, she talked with me. 'We are going to go to my teacher 's home, in Solstheim. He has a place in New Rock, and we can cover there until we can receive passage to Vvardenfel, where there is no expedition of malefactor to any other purple responsibility .'She explained.
We made our way to the coastal realm, and took a sea way to the nearest port. We let the cavalry free when we were but a mile away from the embrasure, so as not to absorb attention by being rid of them in the town. When we got there, however, news had already spread of the flack !
The guard noticed us from the description given, undoubtedly by my brother 's comrade. They pursued us, and we ran once more, but could not elude, for they were on horseback. They quickly caught us. Ilina cast invisibility upon me, and told me to run, as the sentry duty overtook her. She faught them as expert she could with non-lethal tour, and that is the last I ever saw of her.
I ran until I could run no more, and then the spell wore off of me. I was left to my own. All I had was the knowledge of the flora, and the psyche of a mage. Ilina was a part of the Mages'Guild, but had not yet initiated me, wanting me to get wind for one more year before I became a fellow member. But now all I could do was to nourish myself.
I found a low cave, and hid myself there, thinking what I could do next to escape my situation. But there was goose egg I could think of. I knew nothing of her teacher in Solstheim, and I knew not of any way to get to Vvardenfel without taking a sea port, which I was sure all the precaution had been alerted of.
So, after two daylight of staying hidden in the cave, and eating only the small sum of money of pabulum flora there, I came out, and made my way to the eastward. I knew I would run into a lowly small town somewhere, and hopefully, it would be a office secluded enough to not have any Imperial safety of the Skyrim horde there.
I sustained myself on the many plants along the way, and drank of melted snow. I was cold, having only the mages'gown, but I made due with a piece from Illusion, with added warmth to my eubstance. I knew I could make it, if only I could find a safe place for a few days.
I found a pocket-sized village after a few days, and made my way slowly into the Ithiel Town center, seeing no star sign of Imperial safety device. I went to the inn, and asked for the gens of the small town. They told me the town was called Krushlef, and that it was just due south of the porthole of Prothhilt, which was where Ilina and I were caught by the guards.
I begged them to let me stay the night, but they would not let me without the atomic number 79. So I had to be on my way again. I made my way North, going closer to Prothhilt. I found a small current, just barely trickling with H2O, for spring was coming in, and it was not frigid completely.
I cleared a circle in the nose candy, and made a lowly fire there. I knew it was risky, with precaution searching, but I needed affectionateness and the fire would keep the predators away. So I slept until the morning.
As were my fear, the guard had spotted me, and were surrounding me when I awoke. They grabbed me, and pushed a cloth sack over my head. I felt a harsh hit to the backrest of my oral sex, and all was lost, until I woke up the next morning in a cellular telephone of iron.
At my trial, I was constrained with a witching barrier, and was testified against by my brother 's comrade. I was sentenced to help a life of slavery, in any province that I was in, never to be released, only to be passed from one owner to the succeeding, until I die. But that was not my fear.
I had learned, at the trial, that the safety had brought Ilina to Dawnstar once more, where she was tried and executed for her actions against a Lord. She defended herself, but my brother 's comrade had testified there as well, sealing her lot. My parents, whom were bushed, were Nobles, and that made me a Noble, though of lesser Worth than my brother. That is the solitary thing that saved me from the same fate as Ilina.
As I was shipped to the striver market, I cried to myself over brokenheartedness of Ilina, and I could not discontinue. I was so torn by her circumstances, and by the legal action of my pal, that I could not hold in myself. My judgment shut down, and I was alone, I knew.
My first original was a Nord by the gens of Hekleif, whom lived in solitude. He and his wife, Neira, used me as a servant to their household, and treated me very well. They were both kind to me, and fed me well. I grew to make out them, as I served them well.
When I was xix, they moved to Vvardenfel, Morrowind, to the city of Vivec. It was grand and beautiful then, where the Man-God lived. Every edifice stood with great aura, and all the people were high and noble, even the High gremlin, whom hated the Nords, as far as I was always told. Hekleif liked the city, and he and Neira were both unchanging living in the Foreign one-quarter.
When I was almost XX years of age, they went insolvent, for Hekleif and Neira both lost their jobs. They were forced to trade me in the hard worker market in Vivec, and also their house there as well. They had to act to the metropolis of Caldera, near the Ash good deal. I never saw nor heard from them again.
I was kept in the slave market until I was twenty, being trained properly as the food market saw fit, as a slave. They taught me what I now know to this day, of serving, and of being owned. They were professional person about it, and they taught me well.
The papers that you hold, you will point out, state of matter my sorcerous abilities, and they kept that in heedful considerateness. They put an fascination on me that limited my magic, to only let me perform healing magic upon myself, and others. Only one person I know of now, has the power to go up that enchantment.
I was sold soon after I turned twenty, to a Dark Elf named Tarjain. She lived alone in Pelagaid, and needed a servant to tend to the craw she had growing there. She quickly recognized my skills, and was much satisfied with me ... until one day she came to me, and told me she was selling me to a few travel slave traders. She gave me no reasonableness, and only one day bill.
The slave bargainer were cruel to me, and fed me not but once per day. They traveled all the way to Seyda Neen with me, in a caravan. There, they stopped at an inn, and I was sold to the men you received me from.
They were kind, and fed me well. They kept me in a cave, for which I was not the happy person, but I served them as best as I could. They only made me execute chore such as cleanup and wash, and other such affair. Ralflod was kind to me as well, and told me of his job even.
After three months, you came along, and here I now sit, lord .'She ended her taradiddle. Her impudence were red as her hair now, and her eyes low to the floor.
Lord Drad walked to her, and picked her chin up with his digit. 'Thank you for sharing with me your taradiddle. Some was sad to hear, and other parts well to get word. But I tell you, I am sword lily to have heard it all, for I now know a little bit about you. One day, I shall secernate you my full narration, though not so concern as your own is .'He said.
She nodded. Her deal remained on her knees, palm upwards .'I would fuck to hear it, schoolmaster .'She replied quickly.
'Now, however, is the fourth dimension for you to tell me of the person whom can reverse the enchantment upon you .'Maker Drad went into a voice of levelness and reason now .'I want a mage, not a simply a lowly striver. You are trained in the ways of magic, 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 witness him ?'Asked Drad.
'He was one of the slave masters back in Vivec. The last I heard of him, he was still there, when I left .'
'Then once we are finished with this expedition, you and I are going to make a trip to Vivec, and gain your powers back, Arla .'Lord Drad said with a grinning, and a sunny voice.
'Thank you, Master .'She said with true thankfulness

captain and Lords

The ship made keystone near the coastline the future day, and a raft was sent to the shore, with ten men, plus Maker Drad and Arla. The quite a little was large, enough to carry twice as many hoi polloi as it was. They came ashore, and made their way inland in the C a bit.
'Okay, lads, go and catch what you can, and return key within twelve hours. I will be here when you get back. Make sure as shooting to kill only animals that you can carry back here, and only ones that you know to be pabulum .'Maker Drad said aloud to his crew.
They dispersed, on with their hunt. lord Drad and Arla then began to get their way to find herbs. They knew what to look for, because of Arla 's experience in such fields.
After a few hours, God Almighty Drad and Arla had collected a bit of herbs for culinary economic consumption, and many with healing properties. They sat them all down in a dismissal next to the pile, then went out again, to search for more.
It was nearing sundown when they were finished collecting herbaceous plant. God Almighty Drad and Arla sat adjacent to the lot with a flame burning brightly, waiting for the crew to rejoin from their search. But they still had another two 60 minutes, before they had to return to the ship.
Lord Drad knew that this stop would set them back even more, but he knew morale of his crew was important. He knew that without a crew to man the ship, NO point would arrive at all, so he made a sacrifice, to gather meat for the crew. They would then be happy with their lot, and would pee-pee the sailing a lot drum sander.
As they sat in the firelight, Jehovah Drad practiced a few relocation with his brand, as Arla watched him. She wondered, as she saw his swift movement, what her maestro 's background was. Had he always been a merchant ? Had he learned his shipway from his family, or from somewhere else, and started the company on his own ? Did he own Drad Merchant Co. ? Where was he from, originally ? All these things soared through her mind as she saw his flashes of steel.
The night was growing on, when they heard a hurly burly about the surface area. They heard distant disturbance, and distinctly maneuver vocalisation for sure. Then they saw a torch, and knew that the hunting party was back finally. Arla waited for her sea captain, but stood when he did, and stayed a whole step behind him as he walked towards the party.
They had made a stopgap holdall beach wagon, with skis made of Natalie Wood, to slew over the Charles Percy Snow. On it, there were a number of brute, not all of them to be made out in this light. As they came closer, Divine Drad went to them.
He found that there was not just one, but three tote, each with a number of brute on them. Obviously, the hunt went well for the crew. As they pulled, each had a grin upon their faces. Lord Drad as well had a huge grin, knowing his crew was happy.
As they pulled, master 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 it of a human head, and cast it a hundred curtilage above the land. It lit the way for them to see to the raft, still being quite a ways away. After the while was cast, master Drad got behind the last tote, and helped tug it to the passel.
As they sat it down, Creator Drad said to his crew. 'Okay, we are going to tamp what we can onto the raft, and have half of us man it, the other half staying here, and keeping predators from getting to the meat. We will deliver with another mass, to get us out of here in only one more tripper. When on the ship, you will take it all to the cookhouse, and into the frigid elbow room, putting it where you can. After that, go directly to your guff, and ease ... the ship will be manned by the rest of the bunch, since you all made the hunt .'He then started packing the fauna into the raft.
Arla noticed all kind of them : a boar, two deer, and a mountain Leo the Lion, along with two twosome of rabbit. It did n't assume long for the whole crew 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 fervency, warming themselves with it, as Arla and lord Drad sat back from them, and watched the raft make it to the ship safely, then begin unloading the gimmick into the ship. Then, after twenty minutes or so, they saw another plenty being lowered down from the side of meat 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 finger cymbals. But her Master was by the shore, not next to the fervor, so there, just behind him, she remained.
God Almighty Drad greeted the pile with a grin, then immediately began to load it with the carcasses of the animals, along with the residual of the hunting watch, while the men in the tidy sum stayed in, so they could just pull back out. The bit raft arrived just as that one was pulling off of shore.
The stack was quickly loaded up, and then the totes were left, the fire snuffed with C. P. Snow. Arla grabbed the dismission of herbs, and then followed her captain. Lord Drad, and the rest of the bunch got in the hatful, and went back to the ship. When they boarded the ship, Lord Drad and Arla went right to the Captain 's nuzzle, where he issued the parliamentary law to set sail to his men. Admiral Ply was asleep now, so there was no indigence to bother him, when Creator Drad had a voice just as well.
As the ship was beginning to move, Arla all of a sudden came closer to Lord Drad and grabbed onto his arm. She held him closely to herself. noble 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 clutch of him.
'Arla ?'He questioned.
She pulled away from him, and put her hands behind her back, her question facing the deck now .'I am dismal, superior, I had no right to touch you without your warrant .'She said in offering of apology
Lord Drad nodded his head, then looked to the masts, which were now at full sail. He turned, and walked his way to his cabin, Arla behind him. But before he reached the room access, he took her in his blazonry quickly, and held her tightly. He remained his hold for some prison term, before patting her backrest, and returning his paseo to the cabin.
Arla followed him into the cabin, and waited as he took off his large cloak. She then took it, and placed it on the wheel, near the threshold. She took off her own cloak, and put it there as well. The cabin was ardent, being heated by the fires of the galley being filtered of bullet, and the head leading to the way by tube.
'Arla, tonight, you need sleep in my bed. The blankets will be needed to be combined, and together, we shall stay put warmer .'God Almighty Drad said, now sitting at his desk. 'Now, come, and sit next to me .'He said.
She went to his side of meat, and sat with her peg below her tail, adjacent to him on the floor. She was staring height for Lord Drad to pet her hair, as his pet. 'They told me they were giving me a pet, and now, I have one for sure .'He said, as he stroked her hair softly. She giggled quite a bunch at that, being pleased with her lot for now.
Lord Drad soon stopped petting his little pet, and pulled out the sea captain 's Log of the ship. He began to write down the military action of the night, and the hours that it took. He kept account of their time, and their food supply. He wrote also, about the herbs that were collected, and of his slave 's expertness on the subject.

noble Drad leaned over in his bed and felt next to him the soft, ardent dead body of Arla. Her legal tender flesh was plush to the mite, but firm as well, with the unmanliness of silk, and warm as a globe of fire. Her hair smelled of the herb they were collecting, and her breathing rolled about like a melodious wind.
He wrapped his arms about her, and closed his eyes once more, returning to his sleep. Arla, however, was not at peace. She felt his arms come about her, and felt his breathing quicken, knowing that for an jiffy, he was thinking about her. She knew he felt for her, at to the lowest degree somewhat. She was lucky, to have got a superior that cared for her.
She turned in his arms, facing him now, and putting her weapons system about him. She felt his midst soundbox, yet not harsh. It was comfortable to hold, to find. She closed her oculus, and fell into a peaceable dream, as she held her Master, and he held her as well.
The Sun was up when Almighty Drad awoke. He sat up, gently removing Arla 's arm from his chest, then dressed in his usual dress. He slipped quietly into his office, and pulled out his book of account on slave training. As he sifted through the pages, he noticed that the newspaper he had ordered that Arla read were now out of order ... he knew he did not touch them, so she must have actually read them, spacing her clip on her own.
The papers were her training orders, her speech pattern, her proper legal action in sealed place, and former such affair as she needed to know. Lord Drad was pleased to see that she had read them. He then looked into the book more, to find former utile hints on the education. This was the first time he had ever taken a hard worker, and he was not used to sure things. Sometimes he felt the book was teaching him how to be a Master, 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 first duties upon waking were to find her master, and present tense for orders. Upon opening the door, lord Drad turned in his chair to see her.
Her hair was a muddle, being unbrushed yet, and her face had a line, from where she had laid her head on the line of a cover. Her torso, her font, everything, however, was complete. She was the example every char should play along, to being a beautiful woman.
She knelt beside her Master, and bowed her head. Creator Drad looked to her, peering down her sweet-smelling back, with smooth peel, and a few freckles here and there. 'Get up, Arla .'He told her. 'Go get dressed, and gear up for the day .'
She walked back into the Chambers. As she turned, Lord Drad noticed her bottom : round and plump, and house 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 gown, and then a pair of woolen socks, and then a pair of leather charge, tightly lacing up her tibia. As she brushed her hair and dentition, she thought about the night she had just had. How fantastic it had been.
Lord Drad kept indication, 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 move forefinger, in the indorse half of the Captain 's Log. He marked it Return journeying, 3E208, forth month 26 day. He then put his pencil aside, and pulled out a bed sheet of new parchment from a desk drawer. Arla came back then, as he began to write.
She knelt following to him as he sit in his chair. She waited for her Master to respond to her, as he wrote on the sheepskin. He wrote out the delivery items, and logged it, then put it in his Log, for documentation 's purposes.
He looked down at Arla, and spoke to her. 'Get our cloaks, and a helm as well, they are in the closet .'She got up, and went into the room, then returned with two helms of fur. She then got the cloaks off of the wrack, and put one upon her sea captain. They were made from a punishing fur as well.
They went down to the ship's galley, and got a breakfast of boar meat and operose bread. Arla brung the crustal plate to a table, then awaited noble Drad 's order for her to sit. She ate, after he had taken a bit of his food, as was the regular usance now. As they ate, Lord Drad pulled out a map.
'We are going to be leaving Solstheim just as soon as I get word of honor from my male parent. I will be accepting any speech that bring us in, or near Vivec. There, we will make a detour, and find this Navan Drasil, and see if we can not make you a working mage again .'He spoke, as he looked upon the page. He traced his finger down a patronage rout, which brought them from New Rock to Khuul, then from Khuul to Hlo Oad, and on to Ebonhart. That was three catch, and his Padre was sure as shooting to own deliverance to and from each of the coastal cities .'I will be using half a crew, to cut back on costs for the journey. Since we will not be making a large voyage, the ocean can be navigated by twenty-five men, always with half resting, to prevent them rotated and unwary When we make it to Ebonhart, we will delay our journey by ship, and go to Vivec, to find our trivial Magician .'
Arla silently listened to him, taking bites from her food now and then. She took in all of what he said, and could not wait until they got her conjuring trick back. 'Thank you, my superior !'She told him, with the spirit of a grateful woman in her eyes.
They were on the top deck, when the shore of Solitude was spotted, and in another hour, they were pulling into the harbor. The crew unloaded the ship, putting it in wagons owned by the Imperial Legion to bring them to the fort. Lord Drad gathered the right signatures from the officer, then went back aboard the ship as the crew closed the holding deck 's door.
He marked in his Log that he received the signature from the officer, and they were returning to New Rock, Solstheim soon after. He went to the Captain 's nest, on pack of cards, and gave the routs to admiral Ply, sending the ship in its course to Solstheim. Arla stood next to him as he looked from his cuddle, peering into the icy sea.
'When in New Rock, I shall go to the clothing good store, and we shall get you new garb, to withstand the cold wintertime in Solstheim. It is stale there than it is, even in Skyrim .'Maker Drad told Arla as she watched the sea waves.

The journey to Solstheim was rather uneventful, and they were there within another few days. The ship was hauling through the waves now quickly, with a gust of wind from the south, pushing them along. New careen was achieved within the week, and they made port there.
Divine Drad had sent the letter to his founding father three days ago, so he should experience word of their coming. It was midday when they were docked. They had no freight, and they needed to get their profits back to the Drad merchant Co. power, in Trasklin. But, there was a every week rider, coming back and Forth with news between here and there. They would simply send and await Book by way of courier
In the stand for meter, Lord Drad took Arla out, and through the frigidity town. As they walked down the route, to extend to New rock'n'roll, the wind caught hold of their cloaks, and even with them on, they were rather cold. They made their way to the clothing store. Arla tried on a few cloaks, and a few robes, all made for the winter. She also tried on a few pairs of gasp, lined with satin. lord Drad looked through the blankets, in which he found a high-pitched quality fur blanket, with a soft cotton facing in it, for an extra layer for Arla and Lord Drad to sleep with.
Paying for the mantle, and a numbers of robes and pants for Arla, the bill came out to sixty septims. Lord Drad took out a modest bag of coins, and handed the peeress at the rejoinder a few atomic number 79 pieces. They walked back to the ship, and put the poppycock away, the blanket upon the bed, and Arla 's apparel in the closet.
'Next, we are going to find you a existent weapon .'lord Drad said. 'We will find a sword smith, and have him custom smithy you a artillery that you can properly wield'
Arla nodded her head. 'Yes, Master .'
Arla followed her skipper to the local smithy, and entered the shop. 'We would like to suffer a sword hand forged, to fit her elevation, weighting, and style. I care not the cost .'Lord Drad said to the man, explaining what they were looking for.
They were shown what could be done. The forge had them choose between a number of different metallic element : silver medal, Steel, Iron, or Adamantium .'I would wish it to be brand, with traces of silver medal in the potpourri, if it can be done .'Arla told him.
'It can be .'He then put ten bricks of steel out of a burial vault, and one of silver. Putting it in his go-cart, he lead them to the smelting pot. 'Now, this sword can either be curved, as a saber, or rapier, or it can be in the manner of the Elsweyr Katana, with only a gentle breaking ball. If it is to fit her height and exercising weight, I would not suggest a large blade, such as a whoreson, or a claymore. Just stick with the lighter styles .'
Arla saw a telephone number of grip for each mode of steel, and many that she felt were very comfortable in her grip .'I 'll take the Katana Style, and with this type of pummel and handle .'She said, holding up a bootleg cloth, wrapped around bamboo, which was wrapped and stuck tightly to the lower piquance of the sword.
'Very well .'He chose the stamp for her blade, for its introductory intention. He then began adding the bricks of metal to the smelting pot, liquefying them slowly. While he did that, he got his hammer and anvil ready to begin curving her sword to a perfect Angle. 'Come back and see me in a few hours, and I might be fix to start taking her precise size, and where she is well-fixed swinging it .'
Lord Drad and Arla went to the foods goods store. Drad Merchant Co. takes forethought of all galley repast, and all meal that come from the ship. But each individual crew could buy his own superfluous detail, freely, with their own remuneration. Drad Merchant Co. would not pay for it, but would allow them to do it.
Arla suggested that the buy bristleback heart and soul, being a more tasty pork than pig. Godhead Drad saw her decimal point, and bought six British pound of it. He was not getting much, only stuff for his own privet repast. His cabin had an icebox, and it also had a wood burning kitchen stove. He could cook in his cabin just fine, and did quite often.
Lord Drad got a few pounds of tater, and a few dish of herbaceous plant. There was not much in the way of vegetable, being a harsh winter. The salutary they got were a selection from a small bag of blackberry for ten septims, or a unmarried Lycopersicon esculentum for eight gold. Lord Drad got the bristleback heart and soul, the potatoes, and the herbaceous plant, all for twenty septims
But Lord Drad had that 180 septims, his portion of the amber parallel bars, and he was also paid a sum of money as a incentive, for every replete livery he makes. For every complete delivery, Lord Drad got an extra hundred septims, as a fee for his divine service, not to mention a monthly salary of 4'000 septims, which Drad merchandiser Co. pays him every metre he is in to port at his hometown harbor of Winterhold. He always saved most of it, but keeping a quarter of it in gold in his way, for his own expense while he was on a journey.
He had 800 septims left from that as well, from last month 's payment of pay. With buying the goodness and food, they now had 900 septims to last them for two weeks. It was the 17th of April, and he would pull in 4'000 septims to his name on the 1st of May, waiting for him to pick up at the Drad merchant Co. dormitory, on a docking facility in Winterhold.
Lord Drad and Arla put away all the goods in the cabin, back at the sauceboat, and the crew made their trips into township at their pleasure. They were simply waiting for the weekly messenger. Besides, it was in effect for the gang to take a day or two to rest.
The messenger came a day later, around mid day, and delivered a letter to Godhead Drad. It was an official Drad merchant Co. envelope. Something to do with business of the company was inside, indicating transfer guild, or new shipment account. Lord Drad opened it to unwrap his father 's reply to his earlier letter.

Lord Nikolai Drad, Captain of the frigate Winterwriter,
I have heard your request, and have thought it through about it. I have seen that there are many rabble in the Topal Sea open for trade. You will find invoices in Winterhold by the 1st of May, and will from then on be in charge of the two areas, both Southern Tamriel, and Northern. I will aim tending of the diminished coastal trades here on Solstheim.
Until the 1st of May, you are complimentary to do as you wish. I have no more special ordination for you, so you are fine to go back to your regular obligation as hero of the Skyrim sector of this company.
Admiral Ply may indeed be promoted, and given his own ship to overtop. We are putting the new ship, the Weatherstride, into the water sometime next workweek and sending it to Winterhold, with a spectre crew on it. There, Admiral Ply may be named Captain of that ship, and given any set of routs that you feel him adequate to of.
On to the thing of your slave. Do not let her interfere with business organization. She may help as a good deal as you desire, but when it is more a problem than a help, I warn you, it will soon turn bad for you.
For these next two calendar week, go wherever you wish, on freelance piece of work. You are the admirer of the Skyrim fleet, so you may trade as you wish. On the 1st, and view the account, and you decide which ones you will take, and which to decline.
We are doing well here, and all is well. We hope you are doing well, son. Have a beautiful journey, son.
Lord Hrothmund Drad.

Lord Drad took the varsity letter, and brought it to his desk. He marked on his log his adjacent actions, and what had taken lieu. Arla and he then went back to the forge, once the paperwork was taken care of.
The smithy was just finishing pounding out the blade.
Godhead Drad had Arla instruct the smithy on how long, thick, wide, and heavy her katana should be. After she gave her measurement, the smithy once again took out a hammer and anvil and got them ready. He placed the unfinished katana into a kiln to heat the steel and silver enough to let it deflect to the malleus manipulation.
It took five or six instant of being in the kiln before it was ready, but Divine Drad and Arla stuck around and watched the forge work in his store. They watched him Irish punt the katana at maiden unloosen hand, then with a pair of tongs, and once more in a cast, to keep the hits from spreading metal that was not meant to move. The smithy was finished after another minute worth of work, with the blade and pummel. He then set to work fitting it with a grip, using the same way as Arla had earlier picked out.
They watched as the bare alloy became the shape of a katana, customs duty built for Arla 's flair and sizing. It came out to be three and half feet recollective, and had a razor acutely blade on. Arla 's middle lit up when he said that all that was left was the sheath.
'Well, do you want the classic sheath, or would you like a back up case ?'The smithy said, setting the finished sword on a counter, while case were sought
'A Graeco-Roman excogitation, please .'She said.
'And what semblance should you like the wrapping, and the clasp ?'He asked.
'The clasp should be melanise, and the wrapping shall be red, with little portions of black .'Arla directed the smithy.
'Okay, so, give me another few hours, to hone the sheath to the sword, get tiddler nicks out of the blade, and boilersuit perfect it. If there is anything you would wish written upon the sword, now is the time to evidence me where and what you want .'The smithy informed Lord Drad and Arla.
Lord Drad stepped in and spoke before Arla was permitted to do so. 'Engrave this at the very butt of the sword, and very pocket-size .'He handed the Smithy a bit of parchment containing Jehovah Drad 's seal design. 'And upon the blade, it shall have intent of fire and air current, all about it. make trusted it is abstruse enough so that ding do n't sham it as much .'
The forge nodded, and went about making the sheath. Around three hours later, it was finished, and Arla had a complete blade to scream her own. Lord Drad spoke with the smithy, and asked how lots the service would cost him.
'Well, each bar of steel was 20 septims, and each of silver was 40 septims The table service fee will be 200 septims, and the completed sword will get out to around, four hundred and xl septims'The smithy tallied up the bill. 'Also, if your working in the Imperial Legion Fort, you have a especial discount, making the starting time bars of steel costless .'
'No, I am Champion of Drad merchant Co., but I am not directly associated with the imperial beard horde .'Godhead Drad told the smithy.
'Then four hundred 40 it is .'He said. As he was paid, he handed Arla her sword with a slight bow of his head. Lord Drad and Arla walked back to the ship, and decided to start looking up plans for deliveries.
master Drad looked to the maps in his cabin that closed in on the Vvardenfel Island, and sought deal routs that came near Vivec. He saw one, which lead him from New rock and roll, to Dagon Fel, Vvardenfel, then on to Tel Mora, Morrowind, and finally, stopping right in the urban center of Vivec, Foreign tail. Lord Drad marked a new rout for the ship, on its rout maps, and sea captain Log. He wrote out his intentions in a few details.
Arla held her new katana in both her hired man, and swung it broadly. The cabin chambers were quite large, and she had plenty room to swing loosely. Maker Drad continued to document the activities. He then wrote off a letter to his male parent, giving his specific counseling of his ship, and where the stops would be.
The Northern mineworker, a small tap house, needed a stay sent away, to the measure of their outlay in goods. Their cargo to Dagon Fel consisted of a simple part of newspaper publisher with red ink upon it. But they were also guaranteed to advance another load, on the way back, directed to New Rock, being able to make more delivery, even on the way back.

full admiral Ply gave the orderliness to shove off from port, and head the way to Dagon Fel. They made thoroughly time, only a day and a half, and were loading up crate in Dagon Fel, for ten septims a piece of music. They made an easy 500 septims, by taking them to Tel Mora.
In Tel Mora, they were paid 6'000 septims to engage 30 crates of potions to the Foreign Quarter of Vivec. The journey was well balanced, for they now had just enough cargo to give it worth the misstep down to Foreign Quarter anyways. But Lord Drad was glad they were able to make some gold on the way, paying for the trip-up in gold.
In the Foreign poop, they unloaded the crates of potions and had them hauled up to the urban center medical university. overlord Drad then had no Sir Thomas More speech, so he had prison term to search for Navan Drasil. He also had time to reckon for a delivery, for the getting even home, as not to consume a trip.
To set out his lookup, he looked in the Canton used for selling slaves the most, which was the Arena Canton. overlord Drad began to look for the established barter securities industry there. Arla began pulling at his cloak, when she spotted her old owners.
'And there is Navan .'She pointed out, showing nobleman Drad a man in an refined robe, and a fine silk cloak. He was a sharp monger, and businessman, overlord Drad could see. 'He is the one whom put the fascination upon me, victor .'
'Very well, we have your text file, and all we need to do is pay the fee, and sign up certain prescribed papers, and they should turn the enchantment upon you .'They walked up to the kiosk, and mentioned whom they were, and their intent. 'And I am her stream owner, and care to consume her spell taken off, for I am capable of handling a prestidigitator striver. She is not Charles Frederick Worth as much to me, as a childlike bird .'lord Drad finished.
'Very well, just let me get the proper papers, and you can have her a lick Mage by Sundown .'Drasil said happily. 'It is always a good peck, seeing more owner skilled enough to control Magic exploiter as slaves. Only Wizards now days can do it normally, but it pleases me to see a lord that is not a wizard, controlling a sorcerer striver .'The man said as he flipped through a massive amount of parchment papers.
'Oh, I am a Magic exploiter, Sir .'Lord Drad said .'I am a Wizard, of the bloodline Drad. I was trained at the Nord honorary society of Solstheim, then in the imperial city at the Arcane University. My knowledge of magic is acceptable ,'
'I see, that certainly does qualify as a Magic user, and also, whatever rank you are in the Mages social club will numerate for you when reversing this. Mages'social club extremity get one-half off of the fee .'Navan said, pulling out a quill now. Lord Drad pulled out his own : a perfect nibbed Clifracer feathering, with a cap that was silver. 'Just sign at the hind end of every page .'Navan said.
'I am a 3rd point Warlock, a 2nd degree necromancer, and a 1st degree mage. My rank is agentive role, and I am a Spellwrite of the order as well .'God Almighty Drad dipped his quill in the pot of red ink on the table, and began signing his distinct touch. It went quickly, the papers being signed and documented. After all the papers were done, overlord Drad got a copy of each bed sheet, by way of legerdemain gemination.
'Now, we will go to the fund way right away, and I shall detect the tour to slay this enchantment. I have it put in a curlicue, in typeface I have need of a quick reversal .'He was very sunny about his work. He was too cheery, in fact. 'The fee is three one hundred septims I will require the gold upfront, I am afraid. early than that, we are almost ready .'
They walked into the small room, and looked around a bit for his scrolls. He spied them up on top of one of the drawers, and pulled the bundle of old, chocolate-brown, go whorl. He searched through them a patch, reading the humble text edition of each one, in purchase order to discover the one he was looking for.
noble Drad saw the old spell, and knew they were in destiny, as Navan pulled it out of the sheaf. They walked out into the pocket-size area before the booth, and Navan had Arla pedestal in the center of a circle drawn in the floor. He read off the incantation and the zip wrapped around him, and down his arm, into the rotary, dispersing as it was nearing Arla. A moderately purple and park colouring the zip took shape of ! Arla stood amazed at the gravitational force of Magic that was being held on her, not letting her cast of characters her own spell. The illusionist whom created this was a Master of his craft indeed.
'Thank you !'Arla said to Navan. She looked to her Master, and said. 'Master, it is my duty to bear witness you the order of magnitude of my powers, in a monstrance. You shall then be intimate the capabilities of your striver .'
lord Drad thought about it. He looked to Navan, and spoke. 'Yes, it is. Is there a billet around here that she is aloud to perform a monstrance of Magic here ?'
Navan looked over his articulatio humeri. 'Our main office are in the St. Olms canton. seed with us this night, when we close. We will let you use our practice room, for a display. We will also append a little demonstration, if you wish .'Navan replied, smiling with a incisive bite.
'That will suit me fine .'Lord Drad said. 'When do you close ?'
'We will be closing in picayune under three hours .'Navan said. He tucked the gold Lord Drad gave him into a low chest, for finances. 'You may retrovert here, or I can strike out our billet 's localisation on your map, and you can descend there with your striver in three hr ; we will set you up a praxis elbow room. We will also show you around our shop, so you may see all the tools to aid you with your hard worker. I take it this is the first time buying ; we specialize in helping new Owners .'Navan said.
Lord Drad was a round-eyed Nord Merchant. He did n't get it on anything about the mainstream slave civilization. But he did do it a sales pitching when he heard one. He knew the man 's flair : pull back them in, get to them comfortable, then make a cut-rate sale based off of emotional and whim purchasing.
Even in Morrowind, Lord Drad thought, there are still swindlers, just as there were back in Cyrodiil. 'Alright, mark it on my map, and we will use your orbit for a demonstration. I will bring a few piece of amber, but not much. I will buy a few things, but I have little atomic number 79 to due with, so you 'll have to publicise with my piddling want .'He explained, rather pushy, what was going to happen. But Navan took the bait, and put Lord Drad in control of the conversation.
Back on the ship, the men were doing their day-to-day port duties. Whenever they were at port, they were to wash the pack of cards, retard the canvas, go over all lines and rudders, and do full general maintenance. The bunch was also to refill on water, where it could be gotten for free. Lord Drad took a clip add-in and walked into the fund room of the ship, where they kept their food supplying.
He took count of their supplies, doing a complete inventory check. Arla stood following to him with an ink pot, as he held the flight feather and poster board. He looked up and down the shelves from straw man to back, opening up cabinets, checking every door. Arla helped by moving whatever her captain pointed to, and helping take up counts of all the soul goods.
When they were finished, master Drad was able to calculate all the supplies, in a complete solid food exponent. He then sat down in his spot, and decided what needed to be ordered and bought for supplies, on their way back to Winterhold.
They had on circuit card the ship rectify then these affair :
Lettuces 9
Tomato 5
Potato bag 6
boar meat 160 lbs.
Venison meat 50 lbs.
Rice 70 lbs.
shekels 30 lbs.
Tea 30 lbs.
Strategic Arms Limitation Talks 60 lbs.
Herbs 37 lbs.
ball 12 crates
vino ( cooking ) 17 bottles
wine-coloured ( drink ) 8 bottles
flour 25 lbs
garlic 40 bulbs
cheese 6 wheels

Lord Drad looked at the tilt, 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 wall in the Captain 's cabin could utter, and were writing their chronicle.
He then wrote out a list of trade good they would need to make it to Winterhold, Skyrim. He wanted to make no intellectual nourishment stops, and no breaks needed. He wanted to be in Winterhold by the 1st of May, which was just 5 Clarence Day away. They were still in the city of Vivec, which was all the way on the southerly end of Vvardenfel.
When the inclination was made, it was labeled very simply, so that the crew could be easily charged with the task of gathering nutrient and supply from the dealer of the city. Admiral Ply took 90 septims, and a few of his staff officers took 50 septims each. They went out with the lean Lord Drad gave to them, as nobleman Drad went to the St. Proteus anguinus Canton, and to the main offices of the Slave Traders'.
Lord Drad walked in, and was greeted by a young Breton, with a minuscule build, and a pretty smile. 'Welcome to the Vivec St. Proteus anguinus faction of Vvardenfel Slavers Co.'She said in a cunning Western articulation. She sounded as if she was from in high spirits sway. 'What is your byplay here, forefather, gentlewoman ?'
'We were sent here by Navan Drasil, for a demonstration, and a bit of looking through your armoury .'nobleman Drad said. He had a bag of Au with him, with around 50 septims in it, which was all he was volition to drop in this lieu, no topic how good the stuff looked.
The Breton nodded her head. 'Ah, yes, you will happen Navan just through these threshold .'She pointed behind her. 'Our stock-taking and shop is that way .'She pointed up the steps, where there was a pocket-sized logic gate, and then an unseen domain.
'Navan said to come soon, so we shall go to this monstrance first .'nobleman Drad spoke.
They walked into the binding, and discovered a full sized training room, with a fighting pit, a bow range, and a Magic practice section as well. There were also cages, and cells, and dresser of clobber around. This was where the slaves were trained properly.
Navan was sitting succeeding to a male Argonian slave, whom was taking a geological fault from bow shooting. 'Ah, Godhead Drad, safe to see you here. We have the introduction all set up. It is a bit of an obstical course, but she will make it through just fine, I am sure. There is zip dangerous, so do n't interest for her condom .'He spoke to Lord Drad only.
'Of trend .'Lord Drad said. 'Arla, are you make to do this ?'He asked her.
'She is, of course .'Navan said. 'She would not have asked to perform 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 Sojourner Truth .'She said.
'Alright, well, continue then .'nobleman Drad said.
She walked up to the pattern area, and looked to the back of the bow grasp. There was a sack of watermellons at the end of the reach. Arla cast an assailable hand to the earth, pulling up the Department of Energy, and wrapping it around her totally arm. She then threw it quickly at the watermellons, splattering them and bursting them open, in a red rain. Her eyes remained at the range the whole time.
Navan looked to her cast the spell, and made commentary on her. 'She just cast an push patch at it. It took them, and sent enough energy into them to burst open .'Arla saw the small thorax in the nerve center of the room, and knew she was to open it. She pushed her finger to the floor, and picked up a pinch of dust, then poured it into the lock chamber. She stepped back a bit, and pulled her hand out about her, as she was grabbing at the air. She collected the vitality from the air, and sent it into the lock chamber pickle. It froze up well, freezing the dust in place, she then knelt down, and used the splendid power of the earth, to gather her energy. She drew up a red Department of Energy, with a black tint to it. She cast it directly into the curl hole, breaking the ice into shatters, and snapping the lock off of it.
Navan explained to master Drad that she was using elemental energy, which was a style of Wizardry that Worlocks used. He said that illusion that was pulled out of specific elements, and not out of aim, or your own depot, then it was elemental Magic. He said that normal Magic was generated by a computer memory of push we have already in our organic structure ... which are the simple, almost 2d bridge player like charm, that we master in. Then, you have the charm that you have to determine, which you may or may not have enough get-up-and-go to do out of your own supplying. You may then learn an addition to place upon your spells, making them all more powerful. A way of directly collecting Department of Energy right when you perform your trance. Now, the most difficult go are Ritual Magic, which near prison term, you will find Shamans specializing in. They draw their high amounts of required energy right from their rite. In fact, most of the operational voice of a rite are not the creating of the spell, but the aggregation of energy.
By the time Navan had explained the different eccentric of magic trick, Lord Drad had seen his Slave destroy a low crateful with a diminutive bolt of zip the size of his quill feather .'I am a temper Wizard, I know the stylus and case .'Godhead Drad told Navan.
'Oh, of course you are. I was just mentioning them out of drug abuse, 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 footling confrere, whom had spent time beyond the gates, into the relm of Sheogorath, which was named properly, the chill isle. He was comfortably insane.
Arla went to the last object. She saw a touch at the end of the cooking stove, and knew it to be harmful, by its aura. She threw a formal of fire down at it, and immediately sent another vigor bolt after it. She started flinging out bolts of free energy from her arm, hitting the ghost one by one, weakening its gloriole. She then gathered energy from the air about her, and flung a charged energy thunderbolt after the trace, which was now advancing on her. It hit the trace in its upper region, and the phantom disappeared.
'She is a very skilled Magician in devastation, and deception I can severalise. I wonder what else she can do in other playing field .'Navan kept remarking with affair like this every few bit.
Arla then finished her manifestation and walked back to her Master, getting on her human knee in entire presentation. She kept her head down, and eyes lowered in respect to her Master, and awaited for his orders. Lord Drad petted her head, as one would do a belittled kitten. 'You may put up, and follow me, Arla .'
She got to her foot, and stood a step behind overlord Drad with her hands behind her back, locked there in a business firm handgrip. She was silent, and prepare to suffice Lord Drad, just as she was perfectly trained to do. Navan, knowing it was his acquirement that shaped Arla like that, glowed in superbia at his work being so well used.
'Ah, if you are all done, you will receive our store up here, complete with everything a slave owner should have, for a very affordable price .'Navan said, leading them up some stair. They were then in a room full of shackles, ambush, apprehension, leashes, R-2, masque, specialized clothes, and other assorted gear, all for maintaining a slave. 'Most of it is under ten atomic number 79 per item .'Navan stated, as noble Drad walked up one of the aisles.
Arla was a understructure away from him, as though she were leashed. She kept her head up, but her eyes down and on Lord Drad. She did look about the equipment some though. lord Drad saw what looked like a length of ship concatenation. But it was a trey. 'It 's for Orc slaves .'Navan said, seeing the look Lord Drad gave. 'Only stuff that 'll hold 'em .'
nobleman Drad found two items that interested him. He found a collar, which had a extra loop-the-loop, for attaching triplet, ropes, and other thing such as that. He saw that the toll was only 5 Septims for it, he grabbed it. He also liked the masquerade that was hanging up on a shelf. It was a Masquerade Masque, and it had a female typeface, with black scratching all over it, as if her pale white anatomy was being ripped to divulge the bloody red bones. And the masque portreyed very well.
Lord Drad looked at some 3, and got one, just as an caprice item. He also got her a small blanket, in which she could roll up in durring the day. Since she was small, she could curl up up in a chair, and she could use that cover now to keep warm.
Navan gave them a discount on both the reversial of enthrallment, and for the commodity he bought. 'As one Mage to a Wizard, you are a rarefied sight. Even for one whom sketch Magic, you are a rarefied sight to see. One that can keep that one as a slave, with her Magic untamed. That is why I had to sap it, she was a spunky one .'Navan said .'I congratulate you on your skills, Master Wizard !'
Lord Drad and Arla walked back to the ship little after dark, and went to their cabin. Lord Drad put down the collar and masque, and then had Arla set down the leash and her blanket. She set them down on the chair right next to her.
'I am going to give the monastic order to Admiral Ply to make way to Seyda Neen first affair in the morning .'Her master told her, just before walking out the door. She was left to do with what she could.
She picked up the collar, and trinity, and put it gently on the board. She picked up her masque and also set it on the board. Her blanket, she put on her common chair, which was large, and very soft. She could see herself curled up in that on cold days.
She sat in her chairperson with her mantle, curled up, and reading her parchments that Lord Drad had written out for her. She wanted to discover as in force she could, and to study his will, and become adamantine in her tariff would be the easily matter for her she knew. She was curled up as a kitten when her schoolmaster returned from the deck, his cloak a bit wet.
'It 's about to protrude raining tonight .'He commented to her. 'We will be in for approximative atmospheric condition tomorrow, and the next day as well, near likely. The Inner Sea, here on the West side of Vvardenfel, gets many spring storms, and it will be a devilish ride back up to Solstheim. I made a rout back up the coast, but did not reckon on tempest .'overlord Drad looked to the board, then noticed Arla at his stifle, awaiting orders. He picked up the catch, and wrapped it gently around Arla 's neck, tightening it properly. He took the leash, and clasped it to the collar, holding the handled side.
Arla awaited her master 's motion, for her to make a motion, or otherwise. She remained on her articulatio genus, at attention, for any polarity from her Owner. Her Master finally yanked the leash, pulling her to her feet. She walked to her Master 's flank, and stood behind him, her hands locked behind her back in obedience to him.
'Walk with me, as we always do. I am going to get used to this deuce-ace, so we will make to try it out like this .'Her Master 's part, she could differentiate, was set on this, wanting to memorise a new art. She gladly smiled, and nodded her headway, happy to see her possessor 's grin. 'The rope, we will not be using so very much, but the leash you are to keep on on, being a symbolization .'
Her schoolmaster walked about the Foreign Quarter of the city of Vivec with her, behind him and leashed. She kept her aloofness to a step back from her Master, being the most hard-nosed of places to be at post. She followed her Master 's every move with great aid to her Master 's needs.
Lord Drad went down into the Canton 's many covered area, where they were surrounded by workshop and stores, along with a number of people moving about the domain, in an indoors market. Lord Drad took this opportunity to calculate for cheap goods, to decorate his cabin a bit more. He had never really made it as a home plate, but now he knew he was going to make that embark his permanent wave mansion house. He picked up a bit of affair, from a world with a tie-up, and a wall map of the many ocean and Seas. He also got an 60 minutes ice, along with a gracious calendar, made with the lead hands of Mages'Guild Astronomers. It all cost him around 100 Septims.
By ten at dark, Arla and her master key were just putting all his new decorations into the function, and setting them up. It was eleven at nighttime when there were finally done with that, and onto the former project. 'What am I going to do about a trade, to make the trip-up up North Charles Frederick Worth while. It 's not like me to go from one major city without leaving with cargo to be taken to another city .'Lord Drad said to himself, as he smoked his pipe, aloft in his chairwoman comfortably.
The night wore on with Almighty Drad in his chair, smoking his pipe, and drinking a small sum of money of skooma in a cup of tea. It would be just enough to send him into a peaceful aspiration state. Arla was curled up in her chair, now correctly succeeding to noble Drad 's, that way she could tend his tobacco pipe, and help him fix his drinks as he needed.
When the 60 minutes glass emptied once more, they knew the time of day to be one in the morning. God Almighty Drad gulped the utmost of his tea, and then took off his cloak. Arla took it, and hung it up on the wrack, then came back to help her maestro to his bedroom.

To Dream of the Mist
Lord Drad laid in his bed, with Arla next to him, her warm up body future to his. He saw into the sky, stars all about him, the mist incedibly thick-skulled, but easygoing as pillows to touch on. He reached out, and grabbed a small fistful of the ace, the debris all over his fingertips now.
Arla saw him get to up and grab at the air in the cabin, but knew not what her overlord was doing, or what he wanted to grab. She watched as he looked at his fingers, as if they had something in them. She knew her Master was drinking skooma, but had never seen the drug in effect before. She only knew that delusion were one of the many effects of it though.
Maker Drad went off into his person dreams, only he felt them, he was in them. The mist about him turned to ash, and he was pulled into it. There, he saw the eyes of Dagoth Ur, the daemon of the Mountain. He felt the ash then turn to a sprey from the sea, and hit him in the face harshly. The orbit about him became the pack of cards of his ship, and he was sailing hard into the North, trying to keep themselves at a fast pace. They could n't be running from the storm, for it was just a bounce tempest, and they were already in it. They must have been trying to outsail something else.
By the time Almighty Drad had turned, another sprey hit him in the face, and the shot changed to a small-scale dais in the Arcane University, in the imperial city, with a row of stone benches curved about it. It was where his classes for Summoning were usually taught. He sat at the podium, and he had a lowly Harlan Fiske Stone at his hands. He picked it up, and an ethereal serpant appeared near him, coiling up, and hissing at the croud. Lord Drad wispered to it, and it slithered away a few infantry, then proceded to eat itself, tail first. This was a distant memory Lord Drad had, from when he showed the power one could birth over an beast 's will, when you use the mogul of phantasy, magic, and summoning. He was promoted in the Mages'club the day he made that presentation.
But the snake then burst into another mist, this time bright red, with run of black and yellow bolting through them. Godhead Drad searched, but all around him, the colors flashed in and out of huis head.
Arla watched from the side of the bed, as her Master turned gently from side to side in his bed. His body, she noticed, was now covered in exertion, and his breath was getting shorter. She watched him mouth out some Book, and then cast his paw about the dark air, but goose egg after that.
Lord Drad started to once again see through the mist once more, to recover that he was now in the imperial beard City, Waterfront territory. He was behind the final stage house of the street, and the fence was lit up by a common mullein ... the woolly mullein came from a man leaning against the cadaver house. He was of a slender build, lankey, and had a promptly hand. For an Imperial, he was rather tall as well.
'Alright, I am Christophe, and I am the screw auger of the Thieves'Guild for the Waterfront, here in the imperial metropolis .'The man said. Lord drad noticed the four other multitude standing there as well, all nodding their question. 'You are all members of this club, and can all get the same benefeits from it. Your independent theives, so go and slip things .'Christophe walked to the center of the group. 'You may all work in this metropolis together, without disputes. All you need to do, is come here, to our topical anaesthetic Guild Halls, where you will see maps, and you will also see bullitin boards. Use them. Mark out what you are planning to steal ... just marking the house will claim it as your own, and if mortal else from this guild hits it before you, you take it up with one of the guild Augers. That is how it works for John R. Major Job. For pickpocketing and petty crimes, you guys have fun ... .hell, if it does n't interfere with major collision, you can even pickpocket each early. But no robbery on any other member. 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 common mullein illuminating his face brightly.
The torch then went out from the tip of the night, leaving Divine Drad in the wickedness. He could state he was moving, as if he were in a ship, and that it was making way faster than many could desire. The ship rode into the Nox, the mist taking it from all around.
Godhead Drad was at the ship 's skipper 's nest, giving out orders to calm the ship, keeping the wind from getting a hold of the sheet and dragging them under the wafture. He got another atomiser of foggy seawater in his typeface, and he awoke. It was seven in the cockcrow, by the light coming from the curtains.
Almighty Drad awoke with Arla at his incline, laying side by side to him with her weapon wrapped about him. The ship 's crew could be heard outside hustling to get the ship out of harbour, admiral Ply 's voice ringing out Order to the men. His yell rang in his head, and Lord Drad knew that he was about to have a very scratchy day, because the skooma the night before was a stiff mickle enough to defecate him overstep into a Black eternal rest.
Arla awoke as her Master got out of bed. He quickly got dressed, and had his vest on. Arla got out of bed, and prepare for the day, as her Master had told her she may do every morning, with routine. She waited outside the privy as her Master occupied it, as she tapped her foot holding in her wimpers. She truly was like a little pet, as the Slave flight simulator had trained her. They made her a patriotic pet to be sure.
Her Master came out of the lav, and she walked in, doing her business quickly, and washing her face. The ship had an interesting ticker organization, being fused with magic to maintain it going. When she came out of the bathroom, her Master was pulling on his sword belt, along with a quiver of arrow, and a bow, which was unstring, but with the string attached to it.
Arla started putting her clothes on. She pulled over a shirt, made from cotton plant, and then a longsighted sleeved shirt of fur, to restrain warm. She put on a twosome of pants made of fur as well, to keep warm. She put her scarf of silk on, and came future to her Master, kneeling following to him.
His lips spoke softly to her, as she heard him, she paid tending well. 'You need to tell Admiral Ply to occur to my office, which I will be in for the side by side few hours. He and I need to speak, and while we do, you are to stay on silent, in the courner over here. You may curl up up in your blanket if you wish, but keep to your death chair .'She nodded her head in aknowledgement of his orders.
She left her Master in his room, and she walked into the office of the cabin. Taking the cloak hung up, she swung it on and headed out the door to the deck. She walked about the deck quickly, having an docket, and showing it in her movements. Admiral Ply was on the forth deck, in the ship's galley eating a quick early breakfast when Arla approached him.
'Admiral Ply .'She said, standing before him.
'Yes, dame Arla .'He said, looking up from a meal of boar ham and testicle.
'I was sent to tell you to meet my Master in his role .'Arla said with a calm accent. 'He said he would be there for a few hours or so, so I assume he would let the clock time be up to you .'
'I understand, madam Arla .'He said, then taking another insect bite from his food.
Arla walked back up the stairs to the pack of cards, and into her Master 's cabin. He was sitting at his desk, with a pot of lambskin in front man of him. He was adding up all the lading, and all of the amber spendings. He put it all into a brochure, and placed it in his desk. She knew he was busy, but not so busy as to not desire her to disrupt him with an update.
'Master, I have given the summons to Admiral Ply. Do you have any former edict for me, Master ?'She said, kneeling at his side. Her head remained arciform as her Master pat her gently, making her look all the use she could ever imagine.
'Go into the Sir William Chambers, and bring out a small pot of tea, for me and the full admiral to imbibe while we begin our give-and-take .'He said, still petting her foreland. 'Bring out all the settings as well, and put it on a trey, we will select it there, and fix it ourselves .'
Arla glowed with a deep satisfaction, having her maestro use her properly. She went into the sleeping room, and began a pot to boil, and set up a tea pot with leaf tea, and prepared the cup and spoons, setting them all on a trey, and putting a small-scale sweetheart of Milk and a small dish of cabbage on the trey as well, then setting it up in the office. She waited while the tea began to boil, as her superior continued to go about his responsibility.
It was about noon when Admiral Ply knocked at lord Drad 's berth door. 'Enter, full admiral !'nobleman Drad barked. The admiral walked into the cabin, where overlord Drad 's office was located. Arla heard him enter, so she came into the position from the chambers.
admiral Ply was sitting in the death chair reverse of lord Drad 's, and Arla 's chair 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 trivial kitten would do.
They spoke of their next moves, as master. Her overlord told admiral Ply that he would be operating a low ship built for coastal deliveries, and take a short itinerary at first, to get him used to commanding a ship of his own.
Admiral Ply thanked Lord Drad when he heard the news program. But her Master finished the case by saying to him. 'But, this is of piddling importance, for we will not be there for another week, at to the lowest degree. What is of import is finding a right pitch from Seyda Neen to either New sway, or Winterhold. Even just to somewhere along the way from there .'
full admiral Ply snapped back to attention. 'Well, police chief, there is always a chance that mortal in Ebonhart will now involve some goods shipped, and you definitely want to need the West route .'
'Yes, and I heard that the markets there were doing well, raising their terms, meaning they are also gaining in goods .'Her Master added. 'We should be able to find something very quickly. Tell the work party to make way to Ebonhart, when we see it. Also, while there, get the bunch to all take in stocks of their weapon system, the conditions, and the usefulness of them ... .if there is plenty need, we will resupply the whole crew with new weapons, and new equipment, all on the Drad merchandiser Co.'
'Yes, Captain .'admiral Ply said. 'And what about the computer memory, shall they be filled with even more trade good ?'
'No, we have enough to last us another hebdomad and a half, without any occlusive. We will ready it with what we have, Admiral Ply .'Her master said .'I have just checked the armory, and all is well. We will also bewilder some fish profits into the weewee when we make it up due north a slight bit. I heard Matshire run in schools in the Inner Sea. We 'll possess our hired hand at them for trusted .'
full admiral Ply nodded. Arla watched as her master copy got more comfortable in his chair while speaking with the Admiral. She as well got more comfortable, now wrapping into a small egg in her cover, and snuggling herself. She was so cute, and she was sure enough her lord view so as well. He looked over to her with a delicate grinning every now and again, which made Arla 's little heart race when he did.
The conversation between them ended with a rather worry short letter. Her passe-partout looked up to full admiral Ply, as he was getting up, and said to him. 'And where would you like to have a skooma nighttime at, Admiral Ply ?'
admiral Ply looked with astonishment at his police captain, whom was never heard of taking gaolbreak for a night, even to let the crew rest period, he always split them in two shifts, to still save prison term. With no response from the rather blow out of the water full admiral Ply, Lord Drad snapped his fingers, so full admiral Ply would snap out of it. 'Or perhaps there need be any skooma for you, if you are already dreaming .'Her master key said jokingly to Admiral Ply with a express mirth voice. Arla giggled as she watched.
'Um, well, if you want to do it on land, I suggest not adjacent to any Major cities, effort you know the crew is bound to have some rough ones .'admiral Ply began, blushing now. 'And if you do it at sea, I would at to the lowest degree keep to the Inner Sea, seeing as how you can survive a stuff shot in this water, if you have the power to swim ; in the Sea of Ghosts, the temperature will work you blue within two minutes. I would advise going up to the West Gash realm, and making a small point in Gnar Mok, which is not so big of a city. There, we will consume just the compensate area, with just enough difficulty around for the crowd to get into .'
Arla could n't assist but to titter at his answer. Her lord turned to her, and his eyes told her to stay quiet. She bowed her caput, then tucked her sassing under the blankets, keeping snug and quieten.
Her passkey spoke to full admiral Ply following with a slight different shade, indicating that he was in a mood for a open frame. 'Admiral, we have fifty dollar bill bottles of skooma, each bottle with adequate in it for two localization .'His manner was relaxed, sitting in his comfy chair, his animal foot propped on his desk. As full admiral Ply looked down at him, he listend well the Scripture his Captain wheel spoke. 'It is time that I start taking Thomas More lax deliveries. I am the Champion after all, and I have the right to hold more lax jobs if I wish. I happen to learn the pressing contract, because I am good at them, and I needed that duplicate incentive. But right now, I think we are going to just take a slump month, where we just enjoy ourselves. view it a influence holiday .'
Now the Admiral was surely dumbfounded. Jehovah Drad would never induce said that when the Admiral had first met him. But he kept his astonishment to himself, and said. 'Yes, Captain, and we thank you, Sir .'With a very conventional voice.
As she saw Admiral Ply leave the elbow room, Arla came and knelt side by side to her Master. He looked to her and was about to talk, 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 wad it with that sweet cherry red leaf .'
Arla got up from her chair, yawn, then walked to the desk, where she put the leaf. She pulled out her Master 's pipe from her pouch, and then grabbed a pinch of cherry leaf from the bag. She sifted it, and terra firma it, then packed it firmly into his pipage for him. She set it to his lips, where he took it, then lit a match, and let her superior comforter it a patch, before waving the match out, and discarding it in the ashtray upon her master copy 's desk.
Her schoolmaster shut his eyes, and drifted off into a dream. The consequence of skooma ; it stays in your scheme, and continues to yield you dreams and delusion until it is all filtered out of your stream. He held his pipe to the side, and Arla picked it up before he dropped it. She worried for her Master now, seeing that he was addicted to the message. He had only had a single loony toons of it, and he was already coming down from the drug 's filthy side effect.
Arla barred the door to the cabin, leaving them locked in privacy, so her passkey could recuperate from his condition. She saw her victor go through the waving of powerful sleep. It was mighty potent stuff, Arla knew, and her superior had taken quite a bit ... .is this how the whole bunch going to be when they all drank it ?
Lord Drad 's mind became demented, and he saw the world through the eye of a beast, an animal, ready to chance upon. He stared at the threshold, and saw the lock. He looked to Arla, his slave, and he knew that they were good for the moment. He then became neutral. His outlook let him relax.
'Master, let me help you get into bed .'She asked him.
noble Drad knew that this was not natural skooma. It was infected with lunar month lettuce for for certain. It could not be given to the bunch, and could not be allowed to be bed cover. He was in a tranquillize state of matter of mind, at the mo, void of visions and psychotic belief. He simply could call up straight.
'Arla, listen to me. I am poisoned with lunation Sugar. The skooma was laced with it. It was not rule skooma, and it will churn up the crew. You must rule me the potions box I carry in my room. I have to procure the medicament used for recovering junky. 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 penury to involve by the people of color it turns when I add the ashsalts to it .'
Arla saw her professional was in his right mind now, and needed her assistant. She ran into his bedchamber, and searched for his potions box, where he kept all of his needed tools. She looked next to his bed, and next to the bathroom. She almost gave up when she spotted it sitting side by side to the weapon system rack. She grabbed it, and ran back into the berth.
'Master, I have the potions box for you, and the rest of the skooma .'master Drad heard his slave say, from behind his electric chair. He had her set up the alembic, and then the mortar and pestle, along with the other equipment. Almighty Drad put the small ampule under very hot, blank flaming coming from the burner of the potions set. He added ashsalts to the ampule, then a bit of skooma from the bottle that he drank it from. He cut his little finger, and let the blood drip into the vial. It boiled quickly, and turned a bright pink, and then murky red color, telling Lord Drad that he had more synodic month saccharide in his system than he had skooma. He had to assimilate a boil down amount of medicament to balance the personal effects of the Sun Myung Moon Sugar.
Arla saw her master 's pain, and could see she could do null to serve him. He was in his own privet pit, and she had to keep it to herself, lest the bunch see their senior pilot in such a body politic. When he was better, he would be able to pull out out of this.
Lord Drad mixed the chemical substance, along with the ashes of taproot leave-taking. It would add in enough chemical to fuddle off a hangover. Lord Drad was good at potion making, and knowing what event balanced what. It was rather well-to-do, he thought, if only his body was more able while he was like this.
After fifteen minutes, the potion was done, sitting in a chilling ampul. Arla saw her maestro down the vial in one beverage. He then got up, and walked to his bedroom. He knew he had another five hr before they arrived in Seyda Neen. Arla knew her lord would be expert then, but that he would take to have things ready to go then. She set to do work cleaning up the potions box, putting it back where it was found, then setting her Master 's office back into purchase order.
She saw her professional laying on his bed, with his arms stretched out wide-eyed, and his legs straight out. She could not help but to go over to him, and get atop him, sitting on the book binding of his legs. She leaned down and put her hands to his neck, rubbing it gently, and firmly. She rubbed him all the way down his rear, and over his ribs, completely relaxing her Master. She purred as she felt her headmaster 's contented gasps of air. She continued to rub him until she felt him fall to catch some Z's.
She went into the office, and pulled the tea triplet back into the bedroom, where she began to heat up more water. She knew her Master would want tea by this time, so she got to it before he woke up. He would also want something to eat. She pulled out a bit of the bristleback kernel, and placed it over the fervency on a small-scale grated grill. She pulled out a loaf of the unsliced bread, and cut off a few slices of it. She put them over the flames, near some coals, to gain them toast.
When Lord Drad awoke, he had tea succeeding to him, still hot, and a plate of bristleback meat, ballock, toast with butter, and a small clove of cooked garlic, to mix with his eggs. His slave had prepared his meal for him while he slept. He was more grateful than he could yet carry to her.
Arla watched her passkey scarf down all of the eggs within a few raciness, using the toast and fork as a modest scoop. She saw her meal, once a gravid dental plate full of food, become zippo in a topic of mo, her Master 's hunger consuming it completely.
Her overlord looked to her, and thanked her for making such a repast. 'Arla, I see you have been taking care of your Master, even whilst he sleeps .'He said to her. 'If you will aid me in finding my maps, and sliding a table in here. I will plot our course of study properly .'
Arla grabbed a few mapping from her Master 's office, and pulled a table into the chambers, following to Lord Drad 's bed. She watched as her skipper wrote down specific directions 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 note of hand and speaking, silently.
Her passkey, after a spell, got up and put on his jacket, 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 !'nobleman Drad said, patting him on his shoulder.
He turned. 'Yes, Captain .'
'We have a problem, and we need to get to Seyda Neen as quickly as possible .'nobleman Drad said. Arla stood behind him, and kept silent. She knew he was in control of himself, and off of the drug 's influence.
'Yes, Captain, but what is the issue ?'admiral Ply asked, worried now. 'You seem very shaken about this .'
'Come to my cabin, and we shall spill the beans there .'Arla heard her schoolmaster say. 'It has to do with out superfluous crates, so ejaculate 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 professorship. He took out a bag of hatful folio, and began to break it up, then bundle it into his piping. He snapped his fingers, and Arla knew to come to him with a match, and light his pipe. She zipped it across her belted ammunition, and held the electrocution match to abstemious Lord Drad 's pipe, as he puffed on it hastily.
'Last night, I was brave enough to try a dose of that skooma that we got, in my tea. I put one-half of the nursing bottle in a whole tea pot, so I got a piddling bit per pane. It was decent to make me run into a Black slumber, Ply .'Her skipper explained .'I did a trace balk on it today, and found it to be laced with Moon Sugar. I had to take an anti-venom, because my consistency was rejecting it so badly. This crate of skooma we carry is not to be used. It is dirty, and more hefty than any on this ship can treat. The exclusively ones I would feel commodity about selling this to is a Mage at the imperial University looking for study exams .'
'But sir, who would be able-bodied to set up a contact like that ?'Admiral Ply asked .'I feel that the theives'order here is rather low on business. And surely, the Theives'social club in the imperial beard City would have such liaison, but when would we be able-bodied to get down there to merchandise it off ?'
'We will keep on it on board ship, but we will not touch it. We are going to be in the main Skyrim Docks in a week or so now, and we will be there for quite a spell. There, we will sell off the gold bars, and we will split it up .'Lord Drad told Admiral Ply. 'But there is also where you will be leaving my company. You will be in thrill of the merchant class ship Weatherstride, and you will there choose your crew of 12 sailors from the main Skyrim offices .'
Admiral Ply shook his head, and thanked his police captain for the forwarding. '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 manoeuvre like one. demote it in a bit to get it in order. discover its kinks, and piss use of them .'nobleman Drad instructed. 'Also, you are getting the route from Anvil, Cyrodiil, to Bravil, Cyrodiil. I will find out what your speech will consist of, but you will get them there quickly, and be a habitue merchant ship .'
'I understand police chief Drad .'
'Now, make for certain to keep the skooma a arcanum. Dismissed .'Lord Drad said. Admiral Ply left the cabin, and went about his duty. Arla then walked to her Master, and knelt besides him .'I have no Order for you right now, Arla .'Her Master told her, rubbing her chin gently.
'May I study a few magic rule book, maestro ?'She asked, her point bowed.
Her Master looked at her, and she peeked up at him with subdued pleading heart. She knew he would devolve, and he did. 'Yes, and make sure you start with the humiliated levels. I want you to learn a fall total of restoration conjuration, before you go into destruction, or mysticism magics .'
She got up, and went to her lord 's library of arcane books. She saw them to be filled with all sorts of keys to magical theories. She took as many banknote as she could fathom, and could comprehend, and looked up everything she could have dreamed. She knew her lord had half of the Arcane University 's stalked books, by the fullness of the library.
Her master key sat alone in his office, drawing out plans to get to the Topal Sea, in southern Cyrodiil She noticed about him now, that he did not use former peoples'writing creature : he kept his own set, with a pencil, pen, and brush.
Arla knew after a few hours that they were pulling into the small-scale docking facility of Seyda Neen. Her Master was going here maybe to tell the mass that he had sold the skooma to not to sell it to anyone. She would postdate him anywhere, so it hardly mattered, at this point.
Her Master walked into the Chambers, and sat in his bed for a few seconds as Arla jotted down one end point, from her survey before coming up to him and kneeling before him. 'Master, I am at your service .'
Her lord stood marvelous above her, and she could finger his gaze upon her. 'You are going to be helping me tonight, Arla. I am going to need you to hold a few things for me, while I handle some byplay. I am going to trade off the rest of this skooma tonight, and I do not wish to let the whole work party know we are going to be selling it all off. I just demand you to be my extra hands tonight, alright, Arla .'He told her.
She nodded her head, and smiled, waiting her task. 'What may I do for now, Master ?'She asked.
'Go to the secret grating in the floor, on the first deck, and you will detect the bag of skooma, fetch it. Once it is here, go and get me the cake of Au. We are going to have them melted down and made into actual septims, so we are not carrying around unmarked atomic number 79 .'Her Master ordered. 'Then replication, and we will get started on our concern .'
Arla ran down to the outset deck, and into the golden cabinet, then under the rug. She pulled up the loose flooring board, and grabbed the bag of skooma feeding bottle, along with the six bars of gold. She then replaced the floor board and rug, making her way back up to her passkey. The skooma was rather heavy, for as light of a liquid it was. She brung the skooma and atomic number 79 up to her superior 's office staff, 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 betray the rest of this skooma to the local thieves, but at a high-pitched price, considering what it is .'
Arla listened well to her sea captain 's voice .'I understand master ; just tell me what to do to serve you .'She assured him.
'When we are docked, I am going to be searching for saving. I want you to follow me, and be ready to bustle back to the ship somewhere around one and two in the morning to get the skooma and atomic number 79 .'Her Master told her. She nodded her head. 'And you will be needed of course, for random other little details .'
Her overlord then went into his storage locker and pulled out a manual of trades. This one had only two transactions in it, and was only on the first Thomas Nelson Page. It had the bargain between himself and Ralflod, marking the amount of skooma and amount of gold traded. It also had the gift of Arla, to noble Drad. This script was obviously the black market book that Lord Drad kept, marking all of the illegal transactions he had done.
'I started this log when I first sold the skooma, knowing I would need book of my doings, even if they were illegal. So, from now on, all off the record dealing we do, that is not done under declaration from Drad merchant Co., will be recorded in this book from now on .'Her master key told her. The book he held was four inch thick, and had a blackamoor leather screening on it, not yet marked .'I am making it the surrogate master 's Log, so we may give a complete criminal 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 employment, on a few coastal islands. I will get a contact in the thief'order in Cyrodiil, and will then be able to fence off the particular for a fair amount of profit .'
Arla nodded once more. She knew her Master was excited about this, and she was glad he was so. But she knew if he were to rant on, he would forget to let her at informality. 'Master, would it please you if I were at ease for the time being ?'She asked him, while he was puffing his pipe.
'Yes, of grade, Arla .'He said. Creator Drad walked around the desk, and pulled the maps back, and folded them up, clearing a minuscule portion of his desk. He then went about sorting out all of his papers, and cleaning up his desk. When it was finally clean and jerk of all excess parchments, he sat down in his chair, and puffed his pipe more comfortably. 'Arla, go fetch a wine methamphetamine out of my chambers, please. And under my bed is a feeding bottle of imperial beard city 's Aged Iliac. It 's the best wine this side of Summerset islet. Bring two glasses in fact .'He told her.
Arla got out of her chair, and went into her master 's chambers, gathering the two glasses, and the feeding bottle of red wine. She sat them on her Master 's desk, and awaited further instructions. 'Master, what is my next objective lens ?'She asked.
'Bring your chairwoman over here, and sit with me .'He said. She did as told, getting her chairman as stopping point to his as she could. Lord Drad poured her a spyglass of the dulcet red vino, then some into his own crank. He opened the alternate police captain 's Log, and began to write in it his unparalleled cursive script.

We have gathered the last fifty bottle of skooma, minus the one I drank from. I found, upon drinking a social disease of the drug, that it was heavily laced with the powdered drug called 'Moon Sugar'. We are in Seyda Neen now, and are going to sell it at 30 septims a bottle at the local anesthetic Thieves'social club. We will mark the transaction properly in this Holy Writ to show record of it.
Arla waited for her Master to drive the first sip of his wine, before she would even touch her field glass. He set the opprobrious volume aside, and took a sip from his glass. It was tasty, with just enough fragrance to equilibrise out the intrinsic fermented flavour of inebriant. Arla then took a sip of hers after her Master had sat down his deoxyephedrine.
'Look out the room access there, and tell me how close to being docked we are, Arla .'master Drad ordered her. She went to the doorway, and opened it. She peeked her mind outside, then back in.
'Master, we are just now pulled up to the dock, and the crew is tying us off .'She reported to her schoolmaster dutifully .'I think it would be dependable to unboard the ship now .'
noble Drad walked to the threshold, and threw on his cloak. He then made his way off the pack of cards of the ship and on the dock, where Arla took his arm and walked him down the street of Seyda Neen. They went all about the Ithiel Town, looking for random workshop, and inns. They found the bulletin board in the town center had all the storage deliveries written on it. It turned out that the Imperial lookout had three crate of equipment they needed sent to their lookout 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 point of the journeying were worked out, it was well past ten at night. They were loading the ship with the cargo, as Lord Drad and Arla walked into the topical anesthetic inn, and ordered a drink, keeping a lookout for Ralflod. He was usually in this inn, master Drad was sure.
The shipment of the crates would add up out to 50 septims per crate, a 300 Septim shipping charge, and from the Drad Merchant Co. Divine Drad made another 100 septims, for his bonus. That made the trip worth 450 septims, plus an extra 100 for Lord Drad.
Lord Drad spotted Ralflod, and ordered an extra mead. 'Ralflod, I ca n't look to remember where to buy those fence posts at, can you point me ?'Lord Drad said to him, handing him the swallow .'I have some more to act with now .'
Ralflod looked amazed at Lord Drad, along with his slave, Arla, on a trine and collar .'I ... I do. I can aid ya .'He said, shaking off the thoughts. 'Make your way to the common spot at around one tonight, and we will do business .'He then walked off in the tap house.
lord Drad walked out of the inn, him holding the leash connected to Arla. He walked them back to the pier, and sat as his work party pulled the last of the three crates in the ship. They were huge, the size of it as a human is magniloquent, and as panoptic as a wagon. They were filled with bows, arrows, cloaks, and pocket-sized obelisk. All were stacked compactly, making them even heavier. Lord Drad noticed the ship cesspit in the body of water another foot, indicating how much weight the ship had taken in because of the crateful.
He walked back into the ship, and went to his place, where he marked in the Captain 's Log the delivery, getaway, and amount 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 sea captain walked quietly off of the ship, and made their way to the stealer'cave, with the skooma. They came to it, and knocked, as always. They were answered by Ralflod.
Lord Drad entered first, and then had Arla set the sack down on the base. 'Well, what is it, Creator Drad ?'Ralflod asked.
´49 nursing bottle of skooma, laced with moon shekels .'Almighty Drad replied. 'It 's far too substantial for the crew of my ship to care, and I am not going to keep it around. If you can find Mages willing to take it, that would be preferable .'
Ralflod looked at the sack, and said. 'We have only a bit more receipts, so what are you thinking per bottleful ?'
'30 septims per feeding bottle, and if you do n't suffer adequate to plow that, give me what you have in amber, and give me a middleman that I may join the Cyrodiil 's thief'Guild. I want a insure slur in the formation .'Arla heard her Master sight with the petty thief.
'I can do that. I can give you 500 septims for the skooma, and the balance can only be paid with information .'Ralflod said, keeping his center locked on the skooma.
'Then the skooma is yours, Ralflod, but under one more than condition only. I want you to promise me that you wont sell it to those you know ca n't handle it. This is for powerful trick users only, and even that needs to be taken at a minor dose, as I found out. I want you to sell it to Mages in the Mages'society, getting it into the proper hands, in doing so. It 's simple ethics, as I am sure you can agree .'Lord Drad told him. 'Now, where can I get the gold bars melted down into septims ? I no longer want golden bar .'
'We can do that here, if you wish .'Ralflod said. 'We have the imperativeness here .'
'Good. And what of your striking with the Cyrodiil Thieves'Guild ?'
'His gens is Armond Christophe, and he lives in the Waterfront District of the imperial beard city. He is the dean of the imperial City sphere of the Guild. Most of us refer to it simply as 'the club'.'Ralflod said.
'Now, the skooma you will notice, after testing, has a very high amount of lunar month carbohydrate in it, not found in normal United States Department of State of skooma. That is why it is so strong .'Jehovah Drad explained. 'If you would be so kind, however, as to please melt the Au bars, and whatever other gold taproom you are giving us in commutation for the skooma .'
'Of course of action .'Ralflod had his flunkey set to work on the kiln, getting the press ready to create septims for Lord Drad. The process took around 30 minutes, and they put all the coins into a pocket. 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.
noble Drad sat in his office, and divided up all the Au into pouch, and setting them on his desk. He then barred his door, and walked into his Chambers. Arla followed her Master, and helped him get his brake shoe and drape off, then she pulled him into his bed, once he undressed.
Arla then pulled off her top, and got under the two well-fixed cover, getting tightlipped to her overlord as she could letting his heating system flood her physical structure. She threw her arm around him, and held him as they slept, the night wearing on peacefully. Lord Drad knew his striver felt for him, and it was an unverbalised understanding, for she knew as well, that he cared about her.
nobleman Drad awoke early, at around six in the morning, when the crew was just getting up. He walked out to the deck, to see the misty harbor before they pulled out. He drank a bit of tea as he stared out at the nighttime waters. Arla lay asleep as her Master prowled the deck of cards.
lord Drad stood in the police chief 's cuddle as his work party began getting the ship quick to sail. Men about him started moving, pulling the sails down, untying the tune, pulling up the anchor, and manning the oars. The ship pulled out of haven at seven 30 that forenoon, the crew rowing to get them out to deeper ocean. Lord Drad felt the ship begin to move, and walked back into his function, 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 city, for we will be leaving from there for the Topal Sea, in the south of Cyrodiil .'Her passkey told her. 'When in Cyrodiil, I will most likely set up a new faction of Drad merchandiser Co., so I can control it from Cyrodiil. I will buy a manor or something in either Bravil or Anvil .'
This was quite a Apocalypse for her master to recount her, Arla mentation. She knew that he was making bombastic footprint, on procuring his estate even more. She knew this was a major contribution to the Drad Merchant Co.
'So, you will need some the right way clothes ; something a Lady would fatigue. I am a Lord of the Imperium, and if you are my slave, you should be seen as one Charles Frederick Worth serving a Divine .'Arla listened closely to what her Master was telling her. 'You will buy a new wardrobe, in Skyrim. We are Nord, and will dress in our fashion, but our Noble fashion .'

Lord Drad sat in his office, May 1st, on the docks of Winterhold. He had a shipyard there, with a fully fourth dimension crew handling the warehouse, and a whole fleet at his command there. He wrote off orders and sent in invoices, searching his desk for a stack of parchments that he needed to find.
Arla sat next to him, and helped him by gathering thing here and there, being his extra set of mitt. She knew her captain had to stop here quickly, because they were starting a new faction in Cyrodiil. She gave her service wherever it could be used, trying her undecomposed to avail her captain end up his task.
When Jehovah Drad finished with his paperwork, he called in one of his decision maker from the storage warehouse. 'Mr. Argel, I have a task for you .'
'Yes, headwaiter Drad .'The man asked.
'I need you to find me an administrator with the power of taking over my territory duties here .'He said. 'Mr. Argel, I need this done within a hebdomad .'
'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 give the prole a heave in salary, everyone in the storage warehouse gets another Septim per day, and the crew of all ships get another two. Make sure the Captains of the fleet all receive a bonus of 20 septims per pitch. This will keep our crowd and actor happy, while I am away for a piece .'
'Is there anything else I can help you with, noble Drad ?'Mr. Argel asked his employer.
'I am going to be setting up another faction of Drad merchant Co. in the South of Cyrodiil. I will need figure of lawyers and the locating of worthy manor house. I have a budget of 200'000 septims to work with, for a manor and farming, and the Drad Merchant Co. will be able to pay for 45 % of whatever is bought to offer its spring .'Lord Drad said in a stern vocalization. 'Bring me lands pricing for the area of anvil, and Bravil, and anywhere on the seacoast in between. I will even accept something in the imperial City. Also, bring me the gens of lawyer, and I will be happy with your serving .'
'Yes, father .'Mr. Argel said, then excused himself from the office.
Arla went to the small range, and poured her overlord a cup of hot tea from the pot, then poured in a fragile bit of milk, along with two spoon of sugar, just as he liked it. She brought it to him, and he took it with want. 'Thank you, dear pet .'He said.
It was around 1:45 in the afternoon when overlord Drad left his office on the sorrel, and made his way back to his ship. He there pulled out a hunky-dory survival of apparel. Black knickers, a disgraceful shirt, with a very dingy purple vest, along with a cloak of fur that was majestic.
He had Arla helper pull off his clothes, and remediation him in the clothes he had picked out. He was a lawful Maker, just by his height, and his action mechanism reflected that. Arla saw the top executive her Master held now, with his broad Lordly attire upon him.
'Master, what is your desire ?'Arla asked him.
'Get ready, we are going to take you shopping. We will go to my manor house here, and pirate one of the lady servants there to help oneself you with shopping .'Her victor told her. Arla went to the closet, and pulled out a few clothes that could be passed as presentable in forepart of Lord company. She quickly got polished under her Master 's watchful eye.
Arla held her Master 's arm as they made their way down the streets of Winterhold, which were now just coming out of their freeze. Maker Drad had Arla follow him down to the last street in the city, where he had his manor. They entered the cozy two narrative house, and made their way up to the room which lord Drad had as his bedroom. He picked up a few matter, then walked into the kitchen, where Jestra, a amah, was dusting off a return.
'Jestra, we are going to involve you to occur shopping with us today .'lord Drad said. 'My earnest pet here ,'He jerked Arla 's leash just enough to evidence it. 'Is in need of a new closet, and I am not the exact mortal that is fit with handling that sort of thing. So, I am asking you to give us your companionship, and skills at that .'
Arla had a discharge press by nightfall that night, with sunshade and new cloak of silk. She was set now to seem like a lady of the court of justice. When they returned to the ship, Arla was instructed to put all her clothes in the cupboard, in a designated section.
Her Master began to look at maps, as she put away her clothes. He charted out a course from Winterhold to Anvil, to begin with. He figured that they would be there within a week and a half, so he pulled out a clean tack of parchment, and began to drop a line out a list of provision that would be needed for the journey. He wanted to just get there, and set about setting up his business.
rear in his office, on the 2nd May, Mr. Argel brought him a folder of the paper he requested the day before, listing lawyer and manor house around the anvil and Bravil areas. Lord Drad looked through them, and made grade for each orbit, looking for an area perfect for his business.
Arla was there beside her Master once again. She was there as his spear carrier set of work force, and she was also there to hold open him company within his work. 'Arla .'He said to her, after a piece of searching through the papers. 'Go fetch me Admiral Ply, and order him to meet me here .'
Arla disappeared into the warehouse, and onto the bobtail to notice full admiral Ply. Lord Drad continued to sign all the papers that he needed to, in social club to hold back the Skyrim cabal running in his absence. Arla returned soon enough with admiral Ply.
She knelt at his human foot when she returned. 'Arla you may go and get up our cabin in the ship for leaving. We will make way soon after Sunset tonight .'Her Master told her. She got up and walked out of the office.
'Admiral Ply, I present to you the ship Weatherstride for you to control. You will be the master of that ship, and instead of the one which I mentioned to you before, your rout will be the one from New careen, Solstheim, to Dagon Fel, Vvardenfel .'God Almighty Drad said, his eyes looking into the deepness of full 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 sweep for New Rock in a days time, bringing with you twelve gang members of your own choice from the new members .'
Admiral Ply looked to his Captain, and spoke. 'Thank you, Captain Drad. This means a great deal to me .'
'I know it does, Captain Ply. 'He picked up a piece of parchment. 'Your salary will become 2'000 septims per month, which you will receive at New rock candy on the first of every calendar month. You will receive a bonus of 50 septims per completed obstetrical delivery. Also, you will have a budget of 1'000 septims per week, to expend on your crew and the ship, and an extra 500 septims per workweek for supplies and intellectual nourishment .'He handed the parchment to captain Ply. 'Here is your delivery edict. Dismissed, skipper Ply .'
Lord Drad spent the rest of his dark walking about the seaboard of the metropolis, Arla a whole tone behind him. He watched the Sun go down over the mountains, and the waves of the sea crash into the nose candy covered cliff. Lord Drad 's cloak flapped in the idle words as they made their way back to the ship from the skirt of town.

Arla was in the shipyard office, when she and her master waited, as he called in another member of the pier team. 'Mr. Shadd, are you at all companion with tumid frigates, and how to command one ?'He asked right away.
Mr. Shadd thought a spell, then spoke to his employer. 'Well, I have commanded a freighter from Vivec to Anvil before, so I think I could manage a frigate, Sir .'
'Well ! Welcome aboard the Winterwriter, you are now promoted to full admiral, and will be sailing in my vessel as my First mate and ship's officer. You shall be taking the Admiral 's place for my ship .'lord Drad explained. 'Your salary will be little to a lesser extent than a sea captain 's, and you will pick up a cut of all obstetrical delivery, of course .'
'Thank you, Lord Drad .'Mr. Shadd said, with excitement in his voice.
'We leave-taking for Anvil this very Nox, and the crew is already prepared to clear librate .'Arla heard, as they walked out of the agency, shutting all lamps down. 'So get your clobber, and be on instrument panel the ship in an hour .'
Mr. Shadd ran to his pocket-size bunkhouse, and gathered his equipment, while Godhead Drad and Arla walked to the ship, and made gear up to allow for port wine .'I think he will forge out just fine with this crew, Arla .'God Almighty Drad commented, as she put away her cloak.
'Indeed, he seems surely enough, my nobleman .'She replied. He maestro brought her out on deck of cards with her leash, and saw that the ship was gear up to throw its way out of larboard. All they were waiting on was Commander Shadd.
He quickly came running up the ship ramp, and the men loaded it up, untying the live lines. 'Give the instruction to stool way .'Lord Drad told his Commander.

banquet at Sea

'Drop canvas ! Make way out of interface !'Commander Shadd shouted, and the men hustled to get the sails down. Quickly, the ship was out to sea, and the canvass filled with current of air. 'Disband oars, and jump getting tight on those cruise descent !'He shouted after they were out to sea, knowing they needed to snap the malarkey into the sail, in club to get the ship sailing at full speed.
Arla was top by her maestro into the cabin, and they took off their cloaks there. She had her 3 taken off, and hung up by the cabin door. Her Master then commanded her to number into the bed chambers.
She saw him waiting inside, with his skid off, and stripping off his shirt. The flack was already crackling, so the room was very affectionate. Her master then stripped off his trouser, leaving him in his shorts, made of cotton.
'Come, funnies .'He ordered.
Arla made her way to the bed, and knelt before her victor. She then began unbuttoning her shirt, until her bare chest was showing. She pulled off her shirt, leaving the dilute wrapper of cloth around her firm breasts, which were still quite unfilled out. She unwrapped her cloth, and bared her breasts, showing her to birth plump nipples, with pink tips, her breasts just about a fistful each. She got up, her head down, and unlaced her trouser, stripping them off quickly. Her silk underwear covered her lowly eyepatch of red tomentum at her private parts.
'Master, are you going to take me tonight ?'She asked, an questioning look on her fount, but not a fear.
'Continue, and we shall retrieve out .'He replied. She pulled off her underclothes, and placed them in the slew of clothes at her infantry. 'Now, go and abscond the cabin door, then this one, and hail to bed .'
She walked out the sleeping room, and into the agency. Bolting the room access to the cabin, she came to the sleeping room door, and bolted that shut as well. nobleman Drad was pleased to see her hips swaying as they did, waving her red tomentum about as she moved into the bed.
She got outside of the covers, and knelt to her forehead at her sea captain 's metrical foot .'I await your orders, master copy .'She said.
'Get into the concealment, and sleep as you can .'Her Master ordered her. She did as she was told, getting into the bed next to where her Master would log Z's. He pulled his animal foot into the bed, and pulled up the covers .'I have a small stack of kindling wood, next to the fire place to build the flaming up, and throw in a log, hold it going this night. Winterhold 's too insensate to let it incinerate down'
'I understand, Master .'She said, her arm wrapping about her captain 's side. He breathed out contently, and placed his hand over hers keeping it there.
'Goodnight, Arla .'
'Goodnight, Master .'

Arla got up before her Master, on the 3rd of May, and got tea boiling. He was still sleeping in his bed, when it was done. Arla 's nude figure was fit, and she was beautiful as she worked. Her original awoke to her setting the tea kettle on his desk, along with a slice of toast to go with it.
She came to him, and knelt on his bed, presenting herself .'I await rules of order, overlord .'
'Continue with what you were doing, Arla, and warn me when the tea is ready .'Lord Drad said, swinging his leg over the bed, and getting his pants on. 'Also, throw a pan on the fire, and I shall fry up an ahead of time breakfast for us .'
She went about her duties, as her Master got dressed, and ready for the day out to sea. She set a pan on the fire, and poured the hot cup of tea, when the pee began to roil. Almighty Drad came over, when the pan was hot, and pulled out two slices of boar meat from the icebox, and put it into the pan, along with the expert ball he could find.
Arla watched as her Master flipped the eggs. She got two dental plate from a locker, and held it as her professional put the nut and heart on them. noble Drad sat the pan down in the basin sinkhole, then sat the two photographic plate of egg and boar meat on the table.
He grabbed the boar nitty-gritty between his finger and gulped a few shreds down. He then looked to Arla 's dental plate, and motioned for her to eat as well. She picked up the eggs with the centre, and ate it like a small sandwich. Her and her overlord ate side by position, a meal that was cooked by him.
Jehovah Drad and Arla put their cloaks on, then she was fitted with her trey, before they walked out the cabin threshold. They saw that Commander Shadd, the Orc number 1 Mate, had the crew on deck, all manning the cruise, getting a majuscule gust of steer in them. He had the ship under grand ascendency, and he only needed instruction and co-ordinate from Lord Drad, and he was all set.
'Good first light, Captain Drad .'He said, cheerily.
'Good break of the day, air force officer .'Lord Drad replied, equally in good intent. 'How is the wind going to carry us today ?'
'It 'll do us fine, Sir .'Shadd said with a grin. 'It 's been a while since I was in guardianship of a ship like this, but I 'm getting the bent of it again. After thirty eld 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 all right, air force officer. It will get colder, of course, until we get through the Polar Sea, and into the Topal ocean .'
'Oh yes, I expected as much .'The commanding officer replied .'I have already accounted for that, in my report. I 'll keep it on your desk, in the place. You 'll meet one daily from me .'
'Well, thank you, Commander .'Lord Drad said, sword lily of his efficiency. 'And induce for certain to include orders, and commands you give to the crew, and for what purposes. I wish it to all be fully detailed .'
'As you command, Captain Drad .'He said happily. He then returned to commanding the crew. Lord Drad and Arla walked around the deck, checking the stemma, and making their rung about the area, for a short walk together, always with Arla the leash distance behind her Master.
'We will be in incus in a workweek and a one-half, or so .'Her Master said, as they went below pack 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 Land as Drad earth, making me a Almighty of these parts as well, and giving me effective enough bargaining major power. You will be comfortable enough in our picayune frame-up .'
'I thank you, Master .'Arla replied, making her way down the stride along her master key.
'You will deliver to learn how to direct the Courts, for a lot of our life in the next few months is going to be spent there .'He continued. 'We will be getting nation grants, and lawyers to set up the sect of the Drad merchandiser Co. not to mention I have to charter a full staff of Courtiers, for my courtroom, and manor house. I will have to set up a complete county, if I am to have the way I wish it to be .'
Arla knew her lord had big plans for the new Edwin Herbert Land, 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 Lapp Noble of a county. They needed royal line for this contract.
'After buying a little manor in Anvil, I will make my way East, and find some land that is unclaimed. I heard much of the grove is, for the fact that the Unicorns there attack many of the people whom travel there .'Lord Drad Plotted. 'All I will possess to do is raise to emperor moth Septim that I can bring in the Unicorns tamed, or have them relocated in a safer place, and the county can be made into a carve up section, along with new small Town just at the edge of the metropolis, increasing trade and economy .'
They were at the bottom deck when master Drad ended his plotting aloud. He then pulled out some parchment, and counted all the crates, which came up to five, all of them equipment crateful, for the construction of the warehouse. He made a list of them all, their weight unit, just as he always did, then went back up to his power, Arla at his heels.
He sat in his chair, and noticed the Commander 's report atop his desk, just as promised. He looked through it, and noticed big details he cared much about. He hated to say it, but Commander Shadd was much skillful than admiral Ply ever was, and the commander said he was still a bit rust at his job as well. Arla as well, saw the difference in elan between the two Officers.
Lord Drad saw in the report that the insensate weather would slack them up a day and a half, so he was making preparations for it by sailing the gang through the Night, while in calm waters, and having them row when the wind is down. He also marked that the fish were jumping all along their rout, and now would be the proper place to throw net in, if they were not in such a hurry to make it to Anvil.
Godhead Drad set the report down, and calculated the different choice. He had enough intellectual nourishment to stopping point a week and a half, until they got to incus, where they would be docked for quite a long time. But, if they stopped of a few hour out of each day, they could catch enough fish in the nets, to make up for the time in food for the crowd, and still have enough to sell a full 200 lbs when they got to the anvil Pisces market. In the end, Lord Drad pushed a cast on a parchment, and put it in his Captain 's Log, stating that he was indeed making fishing stops.
'Arla, go tell Commander Shadd to come here, please .'Arla got out of her chair, and walked to the room access, putting her cloak on and leaving. Lord Drad continued to indite in his captain 's Log, when Arla returned.
She came over to her master copy, and knelt before him .'I present to you, Commander Shadd, Master .'She said. 'What orders do you bear for me, Master ?'
Addressing his slave first, he motioned her to get on her chair. He then looked to Commander Shadd. 'Alright, we will make a few hours stop every day, and cast nets in. If we catch more than 30 lbs in that first day, we will keep that style. We will stimulate up for in food and trade what we loose in sentence. So, first now, and have the crew cam stroke as many nets in as you can .'He looked to his maps then, and marked a small path. 'Have them take this rout .'He showed the Commander the marking, and where the fish were supposed to be running.
The Commander nodded, and spoke happily to his Captain. 'Aye, it shall be done, Captain. Is there any other orders you have for me, Sire ?'
Lord Drad got up from his desk. 'Once the profit are down, go to the galley, and have them prepare for a fish banquet tonight, which the whole bunch shall share in on deck of cards .'
'I 'll get right on it, overlord .'The commander said, then left the cabin.
Arla stayed curled up in her chair, awaiting for her superior 's orders. He came up to her, and told her to direct off her cloak, the only thing she had on. He walked over, and barred the room access to the cabin, then made his way back.
'When I am the only one in these suite, and that doorway 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 nerve turned red as her haircloth .'I understand, headmaster .'She spread her legs a bit, to present him an enticing persuasion of her red whisker.
'Now, in my room, go and bring in me my cane. And my organ pipe as well .'He said, sitting back in his chair. She returned with the particular he asked for. 'Pack it .'He said, as he took his cane, and rested it against the desk.
The cane was a shell of metal, and a sword blade forged into a twisting off handle. It was made for abruptly jabs and slices, and was not very heavy at all. Self defense in ending one-fourth was what it was mainly used for. lord Drad loved his cane.
Arla finished packing her lord 's piping, and then placed it to his lips, lighting a friction match for him. As he puffed at it, she held it for him, until he nodded that he was done with it. She held it in her manus, snuffing the bowl of it with the lid.
'Now, on this journey, I am going to check you. Commander Shadd has the bunch and sailing under control, and I am in motivation to train you to custom fit my will .'Her Master said, as she knelt before him with his pipework .'I will take prison term to render you my picky routines, and enough sentence to correct you all the time. You will see me get exacting on you, but for the secure in the yearn run .'
'Master, I understand. It is what needs to be done, Sire .'She said, with nil but obeisance in her voice.
'Good .'He pulled out a pot of papers, all filled with Land game, and attorney addresses. He sorted through them, and put them into right files, so he could legibly empathize what he was doing. Eventually, when he went through them, he found a lawyer perfect for his job. Erik Privell, a Breton from the imperial beard City, who specializes in business and real the three estates. He also found a suitable manor house in incus for sales agreement.
'Master, may I go to the bathroom ?'He heard Arla say, after around ten moment of silence.
'Yes, make you way back soon .'He said, still searching through all the parchments. He began scratching off public figure and lists with his pen, sorting through them all with care, looking for the best hand out of them. He made up his mind on the manor, and marked it with a halt on it.
'Arla, you are going to need a horse, as am I, when we get to incus .'Godhead Drad said, almost to himself, as Arla returned from the chambers .'I should have had that looked up as well, when we were back in Winterhold .'
As Lord Drad spoke, they could finger the ship slowing down, the Commander now taking the few hours to fish. But Lord Drad continued at his body of work, as the waves now made the ship rock back and forth. He began searching through his book, which kept his bank counterbalance and inquiries in it.
'Okay .'He said, flipping the pages .'I have 200'000 septims to work with in my bank. I have that to spend on gaining a county here in Cyrodiil, and maintaining it. I have another 4'000 septims coming in the first of following 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 have to build the warehouse off of. Which, if we use money we already have saved, it can be built within a month, and then the county lands can be taken tending of with gained income .'He thought to himself out loud.
Arla sat in her chair, intently watching her Master employment. nobleman Drad felt her eyes upon him, so he looked to her and said. 'In my room, in the leftfield dressing table, is an ocarina, and a song rule book. Go and impart it out, Arla .'
He put his face back into his book then, until she returned at his fundament, knelt with the ocarina and book in her mitt. 'Now, sit, and take on a melody to me. It is the easiest affair in the human race to recreate .'
Arla sat, and put the book in her lap, putting the flute to her brim, and blowing into it, creating a realistic sound, and fiddling with the tonality. Eventually, she learned the kettle of fish, and played many Sung from out of the rule book, as her professional worked. She entertained him quite nicely.
After the books were straight, lord Drad put on his cloak, and told Arla to go and put on her clothes. She did so quickly, and returned to put on her own cloak and three. Her and her original walked external on deck.
The bunch all had a net per span, and were launching them out, and pulling them in constantly, trying for a fair pinch. The bounty was n't exceptional, but the few fish pulled in every pass was full than cipher at all in their nets. commander Shadd even had a net to himself, pitching it off of the bow of the ship. 'How is the fishing, air force officer ?'Asked overlord Drad, with a smile.
The commanding officer smiled back, and in his deep Orc voice, roared over the crashing waves. 'Oh Captain, its going just fine. We have caught already 50 Irish punt of blue opals, and some sea pubic louse as well !'
lord Drad stood ingrain. 'Yes, every day, at around this time, for three hours, set anchor, and cast in the profit. keep that tendency until you fetch below 30 pounds. With that par, we are looking at about 350 pounds of fish. We will eat a good 100 of that on the way, saving the salted meats for a by and by appointment. That will entrust us with 250 punt to sell, which we will get incus securities industry Leontyne Price on that .'He explained to himself.
The Orc looked at his grinning, loving the open seas. 'Yes, Captain Drad, we shall fair that fountainhead, I feel .'He barked. 'But where are we going to store it ; Pisces needs to be kept newly .'
Lord Drad thought about that. 'We 're going to seal off a portion of the small deck, and put them in make-do cold way. There is mickle of ice we will be hitting to hold back them cold until we reach Anvil to sell them .'Almighty Drad said. 'In fact, have ten men get to that right wing now, Commander .'
As they made their way down to the fourth deck up, they heard the Orc 's loud booming interpreter bellowing out orders to a few crewmen. Arla and her skipper sat down in a comfortable professorship in the park room, having a cup of hot tea together.
'When the crew have gotten used to the new style of the commandant, I feel this ship will be undecomposed ran than even my Padre 's old merchandiser ship, back when Drad merchant Co. was first founded .'Her Master commented. 'Commander Shadd was the best move I have made for this ship, so far .'
'Master, when we arrive in Anvil, and begin our functionary responsibility, what is to become of the ship ?'Arla asked, after a sip from her mug of tea.
Almighty Drad motioned for his pipe, and while Arla pulled it out, he said. 'We are going to dock it for a month or more, and the crew will be commissioned as doer, for the new shipyard. I will issue Commander Shadd special society, 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 Master 's organ pipe for him. 'And will he be glad on the land ?'
'He was on the Din Land as an post administrator for a practiced two years, before he landed this job .'lord Drad replied, after finishing his puffs. 'He will make it another couple of calendar month, I am sure. He will be back out on the sea as soon as the low gear ship comes in for a deal. I will perpetration him as a rachis up Captain, to bruise ships, and he can also be used as a fishing senior pilot, on humble trolley ships .'
'I see, passe-partout .'Arla said, now letting her Master quilt his pipe once more. She pulled it away when he was finished, and was given the social club to snuffle it.
'The only when thing is, getting up to the imperial metropolis to work affair out with emperor butterfly Septim .'Her Master continued. 'We will have to buy the manor in Anvil the initiatory day we arrive, make our place there, then the next day go to the Imperial city, to delegacy the lawyer, and begin the patch of our soil .'
There was a commotion at the top of the whole step, and Lord Drad went to investigate. 'What 's going on ?'He shouted to the top.
He heard Commander Shadd 's voice. 'We got ourselves a Pyr Shark, and its a big one too. We need to get it below deck quickly, Captain !'There was another thump, and then a shout from a crew member. 'He is slithering all around, Sir .'
Pyr sharks are no mate in the water supply, at place in even the coldest pee in Tamriel. They produce an energy attack through the sting on their caput, which sends a concentrated cushion wave through the body of water and can bolt down even a bulky human from 6 ft. away. They were found to be nearing extermination, and since they keep the tier of walloping fish down, which eat most other victual fish, they are much needed in Tamriel 's waters.
'Commander !'Lord Drad yelled at Shadd. 'That is illegal to let aboard this ship, and if were were caught by the Imperial Navy, we would be fined a hefty little fee. So get it off the deck, NOW !'
commander Shadd wasted no time. 'You heard him, fella. Toss it !'Lord Drad heard the stir, and then the men cheering. 'Alright boys, man sails, and I need the early half of ya to get these fish down into the consignment clasp, in the qualify container !'Came the commander 's articulation again.
Lord Drad finished his tea, then he and Arla went to the top pack of cards, where the last of the fish were being carried off to the shipment hold. He lead Arla along the deck again, to see all the internet, with her threesome. She enjoyed being taken on these paseo, being able to depict she was owned by a Lord.
They went then to the Captain 's nest, which was now covered, due to Commander Shadd 's orders, making it a proper bridge of the ship. It was covered in a wooden cabin, with clear methamphetamine windows on each side, and the steering wheel in the middle. There were also desks and drawers.
The Commander made his way to the bridge, and smiled .'I had the son fix this up final Nox. We figured that it would get colder in the Polar Sea, and we ca n't have our senior pilot halt on us at the wheel, Sire .'He roared. 'Hope you are not disappointed in my thinking, headwaiter .'
'No, No !'Said Maker Drad to the commandant with a grin .'I am thankful. I am glad of your intellection, commandant Shadd .'
The Orc smiled wide. He was certainly at home on the ship, being magnanimous enough for him to enjoy commanding. Even his apparent movement were that of a vernal Elf, compared to a lot of Orcs, showing he was gaining fatigue on the trip.
'Commander, the shark you pulled up .'Lord Drad began. 'Next time you catch one, what you need to do is off it on deck, below the rails, and gut it. Get the skin, heart, and all useful and worthful pieces you can, then shove it off deck. hire all the evidence, and toss it in chests, which we have spate of in our holds. Throw it in the cargo hold, and I will decide what to do with it from there .'
'Aye, Captain .'He barked. 'It 'll be done .'
God Almighty Drad then manned the bicycle, as Arla stood behind him. She noticed that the drawers were all nicely finished. They were perfectly in ordination. 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 get me the mapping of the Sea of Ghosts .'Her Master ordered. She ran to get it, returning within minutes. 'Now, go to the chambers, and await me there .'She again took off.
Maker Drad plotted a path on the maps, marking them with bowed stringed instrument, so the Commander knew which routs to be 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 firing going.
That was another matter he had not thought of. Wood, for the ardor of the ship. He had not checked supplies for over a month, seeing as how the full admiral had always taken care of that panorama. But whether air force officer Shadd knew of it, Drad could not guess..
When he entered his chambers, lord Drad looked to his hearth, and the amount of woodwind next to it. He saw that it had another week of Sir Henry Joseph Wood, then it would be depleted. His mind was soon turned to Arla, whom was naked upon his bed, her leg crossed and her face blushed.
'Arla, come .'Divine Drad told her. She got off of the bed, and crawled to her passe-partout, as a little kitten. He put his script out, and she licked it gently for its salt. She then licked it again. Jehovah Drad put a small dainty in his hand, and let her bat it up. 'Get into the bed, my precious pet .'He said.
Arla did as her sea captain told her to, crawling into the covers, and wrapping up tightly in them. God Almighty Drad unlaced his pants, and undid his belt, taking them off, then his shirt as well. He climbed into the bed with his slave, and held onto her with firmness. He put his good body on hers, sucking to her very tightly.
Arla turned in his grip, and held onto him as well, then kissing his lips tenderly. He returned her kiss softly, gentle as he could be with her. She then rubbed from his breast down, slowly caressing him, slowly teasing him.
She got on her back for him, and spread her legs, waiting her master key to mount her, and take her as he had all rights to. He was her master copy, and she was to be used as he saw fit. Her was on top of her before she knew it, and his manpower groping at her breasts harshly, squeezing them firm and tight in his fingerbreadth. She giggled, and he began to lactate on one, then the other.
She purred as he began to lick at her abdomen, and down further, to her diffused mound. She moaned as her Master pleased her. She softly cried aloud, and tightened her legs up around him, keeping him there.
Her Master broke liberal from her stage, and crawled up her stomach, until he was lined up with her. He then penetrated her slowly, feeling himself go into her : the flaccid rampart of her tight to the touch, and wet as a rain. She moaned lightly at first, then it turned to a slight cry as her master copy pushed more, through her hymen, breaking her loose. He then slowly made dear to her, as the ship rocked back and forth.

Lord Drad lay in bed smoking his pipe, and watching the Sun go way down in the windowpane. He puffed at the sweet leaf that was from Black Marsh. He felt Arla 's hired hand 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 Master to be of 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.
'Yes, police chief !'He boomed his phonation, still loudly from ten feet away.
'Get the deck cleared off, Commander. We are going to set up our banquet .'Lord Drad said to him, now within a few feet of him. 'Have the barrels on deck set up in a telephone circuit, and then come out some circuit board on them, a makeshift tabular array. Have the kitchen gang set up wine twirler, and goblets, and all the junket settings. I will repay in an hour to check the advancement, then begin with helping the cooks .'
'I 'll get on it, Captain .'Shadd said happily as always.
Arla made her way out of the cabin, and to her Master, who was now on the bow of the ship. She noticed the bunch moving barrels and such in a strain in the nerve center of the pack of cards, setting up professorship. She knelt down before her sea captain, at his side .'I await your order, overlord .'She said calmly.
'Just follow, Arla .'He said .'I am going into the kitchen in a small bit, to help prepare the banquet tonight. You will be my excess hired man in there .'
'I understand, passkey .'She replied, looking out into the corking sea. Her cloak was warm, and cold air cruised by her cloak, chilling her cheeks, making them cherry red.
Her Master looked at her public figure, up and down, searching as he may. He studied her intently, for every line, color, and wave in her skin and number. He saw his slave was beautiful, and that she was a lever beyond his wants, beyond his want. She was a talent, he thought.
'Arla, as you may know, I am a lord, and soon to be not only the Count of Winterhold, but of Dresden as well, which will be a new county, between Bravil and incus, and just northward of Bravil as well, taking the orchard and some of the Heartland of Cyrodiil. This will make you the slave to a nobleman, a Count, and a merchandiser. You will learn how to address each of my titles, and how to properly act with each title, when it is in office .'Her original told her as he now leaned over the bow of the ship, looking at the undulation being sliced through by the belly of it.
'Yes, schoolmaster, I shall do my best to learn .'She told him, holding on to him by his cloak, to have sure he did not come.
'Arla, I have been at sea since I was thirteen ; I am not going to diminish .'He commented. She released his cloak. 'But thank you ... it shows that you care .'He added, as he turned and began his manner of walking to the kitchen deck.
She walked right behind her victor as they went into the kitchen, where all the cook crew were moving about this way and that, preparing and cooking for the night 's meal. Her sea captain walked down the row, and they all moved from his path. He walked to the very back of the deck, and took his cloak off in the humble room for the cooks. Arla took hers off as well.
'I am going to claim your terzetto off, because once we get to cookery, we will not have room for it, and you will need to be quick as you can on your foundation in there .'Her superior told her. 'Just do as I say, and you should do just ticket .'He then stepped into the busy kitchen, and made his way to where two men were preparing fish.
He leaned over them, and nodded. 'Make sure to season them, but not too much .'He suggested. 'The novelty of them will score them perfect as is, really, only needing to add a few spices .'He made a cycle of the kitchen, correcting minuscule things here and there, and cooking a few shaver peach. He showed them a few things as well, like how to cook the fish without it burning before it is done. 'You bake it first, to cook the middle, then you fry it, browning the outside perfectly .'
Arla stayed right behind her Master, for she knew that to be the shoes she was least in the way. He made his way to the sauces, where he replaced a pocket-size crew member on that responsibility .'I love sauces .'He told Arla. 'When it comes to angle, only a few are just right, and more than many are just not compatible. These sauces are to go on the potatoes and rice, not the Fish. Only one 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 other various thing. He got all the sauces to a furuncle, and kept them broiling for a few transactions, before he pointed to a stack of cooking pan. 'Go get three of them, Arla .'He said quickly.
It was as if she had bounced as he gave his control, for she weaved to the mint, and elegantly pulled out three, then made her swift return, without bumping one crewman. She handed them to her schoolmaster with a bow of her head. He took them, and filled each with a different sauce. He then put the used pots into the dish trey.
'The sauces are ready, just go along them cold for another minute, then serve them with the potatoes and Rice when they go out. But heat it back up, of course .'He shouted to the chef .'I am going to bake the Fish, you get on slicing potatoes and preparing them for being fried .'
They were in the kitchen for a good two hours, before master Drad finally went above pack of cards, and got some sweet air. 'Arla, it is a wonderful, but cold night. We are going to be crapulence, and the crew may get ruffian .'He said, as he leaned over the railing. 'If you are in any way bothered by one of the crew, then you come incur me, and stick with me. I do not want anything going unseasonable this night. We have a nice repast about to be brought up, and we have fifty-three citizenry that are going to be sharing a mesa, along with their ale .'
'I understand, Master .'She said. 'May I have my terzetto back on, Master ?'She asked suddenly, and brightly. She smiled as he linked it onto her. 'Thank you, my God Almighty .'She said happily.
overlord 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 stamp of Winterhold, Skyrim. He then set upon his capitulum the war helmet, with the antlers of a deer in it as horns. His steel was then strapped to his side ; not his usual saber, but a huge claymore, fit for the hands of a hardened horse.
Arla helped her Master put the blade on, and toss his cloak over himself. She then pulled out his pipe and packed it then, so after diner, she could already make it ready for him to smoke, knowing her superior would need it. He was rather predictable when it came to that.
'Keep this on you all night .'He gave her a scant sword, which militia used as side of meat subdivision. 'Strap it to your side of meat, under your cloak, and keep it tight. The gang will have tossed back a few ales before the night is old .'
Arla strapped the sword to a smash, and laced it under her cloak, as her Master told her to do. She then pulled her vest finisher to her, for warmth. Her passkey took hold of the leash, when she got it on, and tugged her, leading them to the deck once more.
They came up, and Lord Drad sat at the drumhead of the table, with Arla at his left. air force officer Shadd was granted the opposite chief of the tabular array. When most of the crew had taken their prat, the kitchen crew came up and placed the record of food for thought down upon the board, covered with lids.
They sat down in their situation, then awaited in silence for their police chief to admit the for the first time morsel, and signal the rest to eat. Arla saw her superior, as he cut into the starting time bite of fish ; crispy and comfortable to cut. He put the tasty meat to his lips, and ate of it. He closed his center, and tasted all the nip of it, before swallowing.
The crew then began to feast, grabbing this and that, adding it to their plates. Arla fixed herself a plate, then waited for her Master 's signal, which came as soon as she had filled her chalice with wine. She began eating, letting the discernment of the food carry her away.
nobleman Drad spoke with the new admiral of the ship, whom was to his right wing, and got acquainted with him. His name was chopper Villies, from the Imperial City. 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 Same system of logic set .'Admiral Villies explained to his Captain.
The night was pull in, as the work party all dined on the deck of the ship, the cool weather upon them, as they dove into the nutrient with fervor. When all was finished, the kitchen gang cleaned up the table, and brung out a dessert of fresh fry Nord calamari, which where a few caught in the nets.
The crew liked them, popping the fried delectation into their mouths quickly, one after another, until they were completely finished. The salty delicacy satisfied their stomachs, and their thinker were now in need of entertainment .'A violin and champagne flute is needed .'Said one member of the seafaring bunch. 'And a luting as well would do nicely .'
Lord Drad could tell it was going to be a prospicient nighttime from there, hearing another member down the table say .'I have a lute in my bench chest !'He heard another speak .'I know how to take on the violin, but alas I have not one here .'
The table erupted into chatter about what official document were needed, and what they could use. overlord Drad decided to have a bit of fun now .'I have an ocarina, which is close enough to a flute glass, lads !'He spoke aloud. 'Now somebody get that man a fiddle, there is one on this ship SOMEwhere .'
The crew scurried to get their instruments, and get hold the violin. Arla sat in her chairperson, having not been yet told to get up. Her sea captain stepped away from the mesa, and made his way into the cabin, where he remained a few minutes. He then came out carrying a downcast ocarina in his hand, small and pretty.
He sat at the bow of the ship and awaited the early people. Soon, the man returned with his lute, sitting on the railing and tuning the guitar like instrument. A few penis of the bunch returned, just sitting on the table and death chair. At last, one fellow member came up with a violin in his workforce. 'Found it in the old press, on the third deck, Captain .'He said, a smile on his face.
'My name is Sask Andril, and I am the man for the violin .'Said a plump member of the crew .'I have been playing since I was a wee one cover in New tilt .'He said, taking the instrument, and pulling the bow across the cosmic string in a boo of phone.
Divine Drad began with a low, yearn line, and the rest joined him, creating a cycle and beat. They went on for seemingly a few hours, occasionally stopping for breath and ale. Arla sat in her chair and listened to her Master play, and the banknote he used for each song. She was talented for picking out line.
When the music stopped, overlord Drad put up his ocarina, and sat at his seat once more, the crew dispersing below deck one by one. He was amazed that they got off the deck without a battle or an argument one. He was pleased how they handled their Alcohol.
'Arla, we are going to take a small walk about the ship, then go to bed, alright .'nobleman Drad told his striver, whom was now curled up in her chair, her cloak about her as fur. She got up, and went right into her Master 's blazonry, holding him for that fondness, and comfort. She only let go when he started moving forward. 'When you get in bed tonight, make for sure to put wood on the ardour first ... We will need it for tonight. We are getting closer to the Pole, so the weather will now start to get insensate than you have ever felt before .'
Arla was lead to the fundament of the ship, where the waves ejected by the ship could be seen in the Moonlight. She was amazed to see a wave descent about the back of the ship half the size of it of the ships own height. 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 calendar week, Arla .'Her Master told her as they walked now to the front of the ship, seeing the rapid cause of the ship through the water. 'Are you ready to become a peeress of the court of justice ?'He asked.
Arla looked to her master key, and said with confidence. 'Master, I shall do as I can to please you. If it pleases you, I am ready, my Lord .'
Maker Drad stopped walking after they were at the mesa once more. He looked up, to the Moons, and then to his slave. 'You 're special, Arla, I promise .'
The fire was lit sceptre hot soon after they returned to overlord 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 ardor was at a steady roar, with Sir Henry Joseph Wood stacked to its top.
It took a few minutes, but eventually, the chill in the air was gone, and Arla could ask off her cloak. Her Master took his off, and she grabbed it, to give ear them both on the single-foot in the function. She then came back, and stoked the blast, opening up air in it, and more flames. It was soon toasty warm in the cabin, enough for noble Drad to strip 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 come into your bed ?'She asked obediently.
He looked to her bare form, slightly shivering still from the bone chilling cold. 'Come, Arla, and join me in my bed .'He said softly.
Once in bed, she looked to her master copy 's face, and spoke. 'Master, I am required to recite you of my disobedience .'She said .'I was not nude, when I came into your room, and I apologize, headmaster. I ask that you be merciful with me, it being my starting time meter ?'Her eyes were big and wild blue yonder, her hair in her boldness as a doll.
But Lord Drad took no pity on wench 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 criminal offense like that .'His representative was sweet, somehow.
Arla nodded, then nuzzled into Lord Drad 's neck and berm. Her nose was cold, but her lips diffuse, moist, and warm. Her hair smelled of heyday, as they laid in bed, she made the sheet of paper feel like satin, covering him smoothly. He felt her arms go about him, and her lips kiss his neck. He leaned, putting her arm about her, and returning her kiss.
'Sleep, master copy ?'She asked, innocently.
'Ahhh, yes, catch some Z's, Arla'He said, turning, but still holding her, and closing his eyes. She did the same, sleeping as her head hit the pillow .