To Ebonhart

When the ship pulled into the harbor, lord Drad came out of the cabin, and made his way to the deck. His first command was to grim sails, and make prepare to dock. All of the crew began carrying out his orders with a haste.
nobleman Drad was a Nord, from Skyrim, and he had all the fine qualities of such a person. His hair was long, and flowing, with blonde and blackened run. His optic pierced with a gray gaze. His eubstance was steadfast, and stalky, yet magniloquent and fair. His cheek was hard, with a built cheek pedigree, and stern jaw.
His ship was called 'Winterwriter'. It was a large frigate vessel, which was used in his stage business of transporting goodness to and from Solstheim islet. It was a massive ship, compared to most Nord vessels, with five stories, and over a century base long. It had three sails, and a row of oars. Its seat about pack of cards was the warehousing keep, and the second gear to the bottom was the rowing deck of cards. The third deck of cards down was the crew 's after part, and the fourthly was the galley, and interactive expanse. The top pack of cards was open, with a large cabin atop it, as the Captain 's quarters.
noble Drad spent most of his time in his cabin composition of his adventures and traveling. He kept an avid maitre d'hotel 's Log, marking all his locations and trades precisely. He also took interest in magic, which he practiced with awe. He kept virtually while manual of arms that he could find in his personal library on board the ship, studying them with fervor
lord Drad came from a family of well off merchant from Trasklin, on Solstheim. He was born to Lady Arial Trile, and Maker Hrothmund Drad, as Lord Nikolai Drad. He was XVII when he began to navigate with his forefather, to and from Skyrim and Solstheim, and he was twenty-two when he gained bid of the 'Winterwriter'.
The folk 's Lordship came from emperor butterfly Julyan Seros of Tamriel, when Neven Drad served as His personal guard. His line was then granted domain in Solstheim, Skyrim, and Cyrodiil. In Cyrodiil, the lord were granted Din Land near anvil, where Lord Nikolai 's first cousin, Drotho, made his root word ; in Skyrim, they were granted lands in Winterhold, where Lord Nikolai Drad was based out of ; and on the island of Solstheim, they were granted demesne in Transklin, to the very Frederick North, where his beginner was now based out of, maintaining the Drad Merchant Co. from a distance, doing only the paperwork and invoice needed. Forevermore, were the Drad 's to be Lords of those lands.
Jehovah Nikolai Drad now had full control of the Skyrim fleet, working under his father. He was police chief of the 'Winterwriter', and was hotshot of the Drad Merchant society. Now at age twenty-four, he had achieved the highest standard he possibly could within the Drad Merchant Co. until he took over his sire 's lieu

Lord Drad told the work party to begin unloading their cargo, once docked at the larboard of New rock and roll. They were delivering much needed equipment and food to the doer of the small town there, which were mostly miner and Soldiers in the Imperial horde. He stayed aboard the ship, cataloging all that passed from his ship 's hold. His hand scribbled about the parchment as his crew unloaded everything.
The maitre d' of the fort made his way to the ship, after an 60 minutes or so of the trial by ordeal, and stood at the docks. 'Captain Drad ... .'He said in a firm imperial beard idiom .'I have word from Lord Hrothmund Drad, that is urgent. It was sent here last dark by way of long ship'
'Hail !'Lord Drad said. 'Come aboard, and we shall talk over it .'
The Captain made his way to the deck of cards, from the plank. He was accepted into the offices of Lord Drad 's cabin. He had a seat at the comfortable professorship in front of Lord Drad 's desk.
'Please ... you have news from my father ?'
'I was told of an urgent delivery that you were to make. I know not the details, for they are concealed in this envelope .'The sea captain set a leather envelope down on the noble 's desk. 'The messenger whom brought this to us said that your don was in motivation of help, and you were the only when one whom could serve in this matter. We were told not to look upon it, so as you can see by the unplowed SEAL, we have kept our component in this .'
overlord Drad looked to the envelope, and sure enough, his beginner seal was unploughed. 'Thank you, Commander .'
The maitre d'hotel looked taken aback at this claim. But before he could say anything to it, Lord Drad spoke. 'Commander ... ... when a maitre d' is aboard the ship of another maitre d'hotel, in rescript not to confuse rank, the championship commander is used for the guest .'Explaining it to him.
'I see .'He got out of the president, and made his way to the door. 'If there is anything I can do for you, let me make love. You and your gang have delivered our good here more times than we can count, and we have always been satisfied with your service ... .never one die jar of wine, nor one damaged crate of foods .'
'Then the joy of thine name, commander, if you will ?'
'Doshin, Hugo Doshin of Bruma, Cyrodiil .'He replied, then pounded his chest of drawers in salute to the Captain. 'Lord Drad'
'Commander Doshin .'
He left the cabin, and Lord Drad began to open the letter of the alphabet. He broke the stamp, and found that his father 's handwriting was written upon the customary bright gamy parchment of the Drad Merchant Co.


Nikolai,
I have an pressing obstetrical delivery you must make for the ship's company. There is a freight of armour waiting at the imperial Legion Base in Ebonhart, in the South of Morrowind. It needs to be taken to Solitude, Skyrim as quickly as you can muster your ship to go. I would give birth another ship to do the job, but currently, they are all to the Occident, transporting the damned Blackwood Company Prisoners for the emperor moth. The fee for this service, since it is so urgent, will be 6'000 septims. bring in sure you get the money before you make the trip, for I think last meter we dealt with those hoi polloi, we were shorted by 2´000 septims.
Your don,
Almighty Hrothmund Drad.

He sat the letter down upon his desk and walked to the cabin door. His work party was almost done with the unloading, but he knew that time was needed now. He took off his waistcoat and hat, then went to work beside his crowd members, unloading the crates from the handle. He was not afraid of British Labour Party at all, when it was called for.
They were paid 1'000 septims for the legal transfer. Divine Drad counted the coins by weighing them, then ordered his crew to restock what they could of nutrient and supplies in an hours time. overlord Drad then went to the maitre d'hotel 's of the Fort Quarters.
'Captain Doshin, I have been sent to Ebonhart. Though I can not open contingent of this, I can maybe be of some more use to you. We will be coming back this way in a weeks time ... .is there anything that you need from that neighborhood ?'Lord Drad asked.
'Not right off hand, no .'Captain Doshin said, setting down the rescue invoice. 'But I do regard to ask about this new wine you brought. We ordered Cyrodiil 755 vintage, but the wine you have here on the bill says 900 vintage .'
'It is 755 vintage that you are getting, be not fooled. But when my male parent saw you were making such a large order, he marked it as 900, so as to make the fee for you here more bearable..it is one of our ways of keeping our cost as low as we can .'Godhead Drad explained .'I assure you, the wine is just as you ordered, just packaged under a dissimilar year, to invalidate the extra fees that the company would receive to pay .'
'You mean avoiding tax ?'The senior pilot asked, with a small smirk upon his face.
'Avoiding extra fees, maitre d'hotel .'Lord Drad corrected, making sure the sea captain knew to keep quiet.
'Hell, I do n't care, so long as the vino is good .'He said. 'Hell, if your taxes are going to my pay, and I am still getting five septims a hebdomad, then they can go nag themselves ... .I have no beloved for them, so do as you please, Lord Drad .'
overlord Drad nodded his head in salute, then walked back to his ship, which was now full of food for thought and water supply supplies. He walked up the plank and manned the maitre d' nest, which was just at the wheel. Drad gave the order to rive out from the wharfage, and piss whey
The ship 's crew began to unbrace the ship and row out of port, and Lord Drad went into the skipper 's cabin, to log the next 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 parchment quickly with a pretty cursive writing.

They were one-half way to Ebonhart, when God Almighty Drad decided that they could make an extra septim by stopping off in Gnaar Mok, and loading the ship with supplies to be taken to Ebonhart. He knew of the Holy Order, but had at offset 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 stop, and pick up a payload of kuama nut, and deliver them to Ebonhart.
They pulled into porthole, and docked the ship. Maker Drad disembarked 'Winterwriter'and made his way to the Town center. He walked into the House Hlaalu center, and spoke with the noble of the townspeople. He knew that the shipment was still needed, for he was the only ship that could shit the order, and he declined at first.
'Lord Andilo, I am Lord Drad, of the Drad merchant Co.'Began Lord Drad .'I can now prepare that order of kuama eggs to Ebonhart, for our routs have changed .'
God Almighty Andilo smiled, and bowed his school principal. 'Ah, great .'He said. 'House Hlaalu indeed needs the trade, and could well use this opportunity. The crate are still at the docks, in the warehouse. smell free to take them when you see fit. We do n't have many services here, and our resources are dried up at the minute, but you may make use of our local goods shop if you need it .'
'I thank you .'Lord Drad said. 'However, we have a policy that we get paid before the load goes out, so we will call for the Drakes upfront. I am sure you have done clientele with us before, so you know it is not going to be a defaulted Order .'
'Yes, yes of course .'Creator Andilo said. 'What is the price of this ?'
'I am figuring that the crateful are around 100 Pound each, and that each one will take up around 5 cubic substructure of space, so I will say 50 Drakes per crate, plus the exile fee of 500 drake .'Divine Drad said. 'Also, if there are more than 50 crateful, we will let down the crate prices to 40 Drakes per crate .'
'Is this a set price ?'
'I am the paladin of Drad Merchant Co., and I have the magnate to negociate on the spotlight, being the head of the Skyrim sphere. Since the Solstheim sector right now is so overwork, they have sent me in the position of it, so I retain all negotiation baron as I see fit .'Lord Drad explained. 'However, the Leontyne Price I have set are well beyond fair, and there is not another company, including the imperial beard Trade Co. that can get this for you for a modest price .'
Lord Andilo looked taken aback at this. He was of sign of the zodiac Hlaalu, the negotiators, and this was by far some of the best business organization work he had yet to see. 'We could use you on OUR faculty, Jehovah Drad .'He said, chuckling. 'Very well, we have 100 crate, and they are, yes, around a hundred pound sterling per crate. So that should come out to ...'He did some mathematics on his fingers .'4'500 Drakes for the whole dispatch .'Divine Andilo then pulled out a art object of parchment and wrote on it. It was a checkout, for 4´500 Sir Francis Drake. 'Cash it at Ebonhart, and you will receive it in Au there .'
'That is indeed what it would seem .'Lord Drad said. 'But now I must get to loading the consignment, for we are on a inadequate time musical scale. I thank you for your line, Maker Andilo, and have a pleasant even .'
God Almighty Drad walked out of the House Hlaalu centerfield, and made his way to the bobtail, where his gang then began to laden the crateful into the cargo handgrip. The ship 's bottom deck of cards had a retractable ramp, which was on the side of the ship, used to take freight directly to and from the prat deck, making it easier to load and drop. So the appendage took only around 30 min, with all the crew, plus even Lord Drad, loading it up.

The ship left port at a picayune after sunset, making their way now to Ebonhart with a cargo of kuama ball. Lord Drad made his way into his cabin, then his bunk, where he rested for a patch. He had had a long day, and needed the rest. His bunch would take shifts manning the sheet, so they could rotate their relief, and still make it to Ebonhart within a comme il faut amount of time.
As the ship sailed smoothly in the composure waters, Lord Drad dreamed. The swift motions of the ship cutting through the waters, and the rocking and swaying kept him in his peaceful sleep. He loved the tilt of his ship.
His dream was of the undulation of the Topal Sea, just between Elsweyr and Black Marsh. He had not yet sailed those seas, though wished to now greatly, hearing that the trade there was well. He imagined the sea to be smooth and the weather to be fair, with merchant vessels going to and from Cyrodiil and Valenwood. Yes, wondrous places indeed.
He awoke with a knock on his door. 'Captain Drad, we have spotted a hijack watercraft, just a few Swedish mile 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 pirates, whether he was a Lord or not. He went out on deck, and took a look through the spyglass. 'We have 50 men on this ship, and all are armed with saber and dirks. Get them all prepared, lieutenant .'He told his First Officer. 'Keep sailing fast as we can while they take transmutation getting armed .'
'Yes, Captain .'Said the Lieutenant. 'First and second bunch, gear up for battle ! one-third crew, cruise fast, maintain speed !'He shouted.
Lord Drad spotted that they were around ten miles from the Hla Oad seacoast, and some twenty miles south of it. He knew that this fight would be a sea battle, indeed. They had not the prison term to pull into land, and could not yield to send a farsighted ship out for help. No, they had to bide fast with their arm.
lord Drad went back into his cabin, and pulled out his bow, which was a heavy model made of Ebony, straight from High Rock. He put on his quiver of methamphetamine arrows, and then made his way out to the deck once more. The crew was now prepared to battle.
'Lieutenant, pull down the sails now, let them close in, and let them intend 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 orders, and the sails were taken down. A white iris was raised above the mast, and the ship slowed to a halt Godhead Drad made himself ready, by mustering his store for useful spells.
The plagiarizer ship approached quickly now. Soon, it was just future to them. A spokesperson sounded from the ship. 'Captain of the 'Winterwriter', tell your crew to get on the deck, and keep their heads down, and their consistence flat against the deck !'It yelled .'I am maitre d' Bravvard, of the vessel 'Brist'. I am taking your cargo, and your atomic number 79. You will remain on the pack of cards until we are through with your vessel !'
'Do it .'Lord Drad said. 'But be prepared to get up and fight quickly .'
The gang, including master Drad, got to their bellies, and put their header to the deck. The plagiarizer came aboard the ship and began to go into the belly of it. Godhead Drad waited patiently before he made his move. He knew it would remove timing in orderliness to pull this off just right.
When headwaiter Bravvard got aboard the ship, Divine Drad cast a while of tip, and the wholly ship began to rock. sea captain Bravvard was knocked off his feet, and Lord Drad made his move. He got up, and the crew all came up with him. nobleman Drad went right for the maitre d', and pulled out his saber.
'Stand down, you fool !'police chief Bravvard said hastily.
noble Drad went straight for his cervix, but was foiled when the chieftain rolled over, pulling his sword. It was a Brobdingnagian claymore, and he jumped to his metrical unit, swinging it broadly. The jive landed upon lord Drad 's saber, striking it from his hand. The adjacent swing senior pilot Bravvard took just missed his head. But Lord Drad struck with a fireball, sending skipper Bravvard back ten feet, and knocking him back to his knee joint.
The crew was immersed in battle, as their Captains fought. They all swung their weapons, clashing the iron and steel with great power. All were in battle, even the runt of each ship.
overlord Drad retook his arm and came at Captain Bravvard quickly, swinging it downwards with business leader. It hit him square in his chest, slicing him badly. He then swung again, this time slicing his arm with which he wielded his weapon system. The next smasher was a jab, piercing into the captain heart, killing him instantly !
The crews stopped their conflict momentarily as senior pilot Bravvard was struck down. Lord Drad took his deal and ripped into the wound in the maitre d' chest, then pulled out his prod middle. The work party of the buccaneer vessel was aghast with this, and many ran in fear of the Lord.
They tried to pull in way back to their ship, but Lord Drad command his men to kill them all. He began in a murderous fierceness. He struck down penis after member of the plagiarist crew, and ripped at them with his hands as well, blood spraying about the pack of cards of the ship, his armor, and over the sides, tainting the composure water with red.
Every conclusion member of the plagiariser work party was dead, when Lord Drad was finished. He took a tone about his deck of cards, and then said. 'Men, gather up all the armor and weapons of the fallen, both sides. Kick the scum off the edge, and then loot the ship. When all of value is taken, burn down it into the sea, and realise sure it sinks !'

They took all of value from the pirate vessel, including a chest of Sheogorath statuette, and a pocket of skooma ( an illegal drug, which enhances forcefulness, and endurance, however, makes the taker hallucinate ). The ship was then cauterize. lord Drad then told his crew to man their place, and make weigh.
They arrived in Ebonhart early the side by side good morning, with a fully payload of kuama ball, pirate arm, and stolen goods. Divine Drad, before they unloaded their loading, asked the Lieutenant to step into his office.
'Lieutenant Ply, as you know, we have on this ship many stolen goods .'
'Yes Captain !'
'And we have skooma as well .'
'Aye, Captain .'
'Here is what we are to do ... .we are going to tell the Imperial legion here of what happened, but we are going to exit out the skooma. What was in that sack is around 600 feeding bottle of it, and that will bring in a very very fair price on the black market, especially with the topical anesthetic thieves guild here in Vvardenfel .'He said to his First Ilex paraguariensis. 'We will make our way back to solitude, and deliver the weapons, of course, but on the way, we are going to hold back off in Seyda Neen, where I know there is a den of thief to be located. We will sell with them all the skooma, minus a bit for the work party, and then make rushing to our terminus .'
'Aye, captain .'The deputy nodded his head.
'Now, I am making a log about this attack, and a report to send back to my father in Solstheim. I will include ALL of the activeness taken piazza, and I will make sure you are granted a ship of your own to command. You have earned this new posture, and while I shall neglect your abilities as a maiden Ilex paraguariensis, I can not let this activeness go unpaid. You fought bravely, and we lost only 4 men .'
'But Captai ... .'He was cut off.
'That is all, Lieutenant, your dismissed to go about loading .'overlord Drad said.

Skooma and kindness

The 'Winterwriter'made its way to Solitude quickly, now with only weapon from the Ebonhart Imperial fort, and a sack of skooma. It was a evenhandedly day, however, and the sailing was smooth still. Lord Drad made trusted that he was well in detail to his father, when he was writing out the reputation. He included the actions of Lieutenant Ply, and the skooma as well. But, when writing in the master 's log, he excluded the skooma, for legal design. He also included in the Log that he was recommending Lieutenant Ply for an advancement in the Drad merchant Co.
The ship pulled into Seyda Neen at around six O'Clock that evening, under the false pretense of resupplying. They bought around 300 septims of solid food, just to make it face good. But while they crew were buying they provision, overlord Drad made his way to an Inn, and searched out the thieves.
He walked in, and ordered a drink of vintage Skyrim Margaret Mead, which was his favorite swallow while he was relaxing. This was no metre to decompress, but if he were to find the constituent that he sought, he needed to let himself back a bit. So, as he sipped his mead, he watched closely the former patrons of the inn. He waited patiently for the right moment, the right signs.
Then, as he took the final sip from his mug, he saw it. The handshaking of one of the sponsor carried to a greater extent than a clutch. It was a trip of the hand, and there was something to it. Something out of sight, as they shook.
Lord Drad ordered two more meads from the bar, and then made his way to the frequenter whom he had seen take the slip. 'Would you like a drink, friend ?'He asked the man, whom was of Nord profligate.
The patron looked at him with a curious eye, and decided he should at least make a bit of an probe into this, but took the drinkable. 'Sure, friend. And Margaret Mead as well, so good to take in a kinsmen offer a grand gift. But why me, friend ?'He asked, as he took the mug of mead.
'I am looking for a fence .'Replied Maker Drad with an upset eyebrow. 'Know of a place I can find one ?'
The Nord looked at lord Drad with curiosity. His green optic flickered at the mention of this. God Almighty Drad wondered if he would play along. 'Down the street, you will find that there is a shop, they sell many matter, including fence posts .'He said to Lord Drad with sarcasm in his voice, obviously playing a biz to test the waters.
'But I am not looking to buy a fence, I am looking to pull in one .'Lord Drad replied, playing along. 'And I am afraid that the storekeeper would not be happy if I asked to make one in his shop class, with the items I am to make it with .'
The Nord smiled. 'Fences are fences, are they not ?'
'Truly, they are not .'lord Drad said, then continued. 'The type I wish to establish is rather ... ..liquidy .'
'What is your gens, friend ?'Asked the Nord, now very interested, but still playing.
'My name you shall know as Pylon, for now .'Creator Drad said. 'And what is yours ?'
'My name is no underground around here ... .I 'm Raflod, the vaunter .'The Nord replied with puff. 'But how can you make a fence from liquidness ?'
Creator Drad was loosing his patience now, however, and decided that the game needed to be ended, and business begun .'I am looking to sell dreams, that come in a nursing bottle. My dreaming are worth much more than than the casual fencing .'
Raflod looked to Drad and smiled. 'Ale ? Mead ? We have that already !'He said loudly, sucking down another gulp.
'Enough, I am wanting to sell some skooma. Am I in the correct place, or not ?'Lord Drad said, loosing his composure with the drunken Nord. 'If I am not, I shall take my concern somewhere else .'
Raflod shook his pass now. 'No, no, you 're in the in good order space ... .come, let us babble more upstairs, where there is a easy unwashed room we may speak more freely .'He then began to walk up the stairs of the inn.
Lord Drad followed him up the stairs, and found himself to be in a comfortable room, with a couch, and a fire as well. There were many chairwoman, and a mesa with a pack of cards of cards upon it. Raflod sat at the table, and beckoned that God Almighty Drad sit as well.
'So, you have come to sell skooma, eh. You look like the case of Nord who would be prancing around in Cyrodiil, not the kind that would be in a indisposed townspeople as this, selling drugs to the topical anesthetic stealer lodge .'Raflod said, drinking a bit More of his mead.
'What I am, and my origins are of no importance to you. I am here to take a crap business, not ploughshare story .'Lord Drad responded sternly.
'Alright alright. Well, I am the topical anesthetic custodian of the stealer Guild in this town, and I am the one to talk to indeed .'
'That is well. Let us now commence with business .'
'How much are you looking to sell ?'
'Five hundred and 50 bottles, each six oz., and all are unopened .'Lord Drad said, having already counted them beforehand.
Ralflod whistled. 'You may be able-bodied to sell that much for a decent fencing in say ... ..Gnaar Mok, but here, in Seyda Neen, you wont determine anyone able to cover such an amount .'He said.
'What is a decent amount of money, to you ?'Maker Drad asked.
'Well, where we are most prominent, in places like Gnaar Mok, and Suran, decent would be lxxx septims per bottleful. But here, there are very few whom can breed that. We would only be able to pay out ... .thirty septims per bottle. It is a looting, but we can not afford to spend so much .'
'And what if I were to say that I was willing to negotiate a niggling, to find a suitable price for both of us, be it Au, or otherwise ... .or both ?'
'Otherwise ?'
'I would be willing to incur thirty septims per bottle, along with a warrantee, that whenever I am in this townspeople, the Thieves club will be accommodating to my indigence, whatever they may be. I will be a unconstipated client here, if the hospitality is correct. I am very influential, and can make this Town 's Thieves Guild flourish with my business sector. Accept this go, and I will come back here every time I have such types of goodness in motive of selling .'Divine Drad explained to Ralflod. 'When you get your thriftiness up, then prices will get proficient, for the both of us. It will help us both in the farseeing run .'
Ralflod thought about this for a patch, and drank Thomas More of his almost empty mug of George Herbert Mead. 'Alright, I can do that. We have a small bema here in Seyda Neen, just outside of town. Take the road past the silt strider, and when you find a cavern, enter it. I will be waiting there at midnight tonight. contribute the skooma with you, and you shall get paid when we have it. But even with the price so low, we will only be able-bodied to afford to take say ... .three hundred bottles .'
'You can make up the dispute in the future .'Lord Drad said .'I will amount there with three men, and we will have the skooma with us .'
Ralflod smiled. 'Then we shall meet again soon, friend .'

Lord Drad had his crowd pull out the sack of skooma from the cargo appreciation, which was quite heavy. They put it on a cart, and began moving it to the caverns Ralflod radius of. The three men that noble Drad chose to accompany him were lieutenant Ply ; Privet Uls, a High Elf ; and Privet Doil, an imperial whom had joined the crew earlier that year.
When at the cavern entrance, overlord Drad opened the logic gate. He was greeted by Ralflod, along with a few other people, all of them wickedness pixie. 'Pylon. sound to see you made it .'
'Well met, Ralflod .'
'Just have 'em set the freight down right there .'He pointed to a minuscule expanse of the cavern. 'We have the Au waiting for you, but will count and press the load first. Elis, Arthis, take the loading down to the chambers, and numeration it ... .I 'll take care of the funds .'
overlord Drad waited as the Elves took the consignment down the cavern out halls. He then leaned against the cavern walls, and made himself comfortable. His crew waited about him, uneasy at the ingredient they were in. Maker Drad knew what he was doing, but his crew was still on boundary, for thief were not to be trusted.
'Alright, now, the gold will be in bars, for that is what we trade in here. It is much gentle to trace septims, and we do n't need that fuss, especially with the Imperial Offices right here in town. So, if it is delicately with you, we will begin .'Ralflod said.
'It is fine with me .'
'Good .'
'My name, Ralflod, is noble Nikolai Drad, of the Drad merchant Co. I am the Champion of the Co. and the head official of the Skyrim camarilla. This sugar was taken from an attacking buccaneer ship, along with a few early items. Now you know whom I am .'lord Drad said .'I feel that a line kinship should possess a certain measure of trust, especially this case .'
'I see .'Ralflod replied. 'Well, you know my gens already, and now you know our hideout ... .so I think the combine on our part is finish. But call me Flod, please .'
'Alright Flod .'
One of the night Elves came up the residence hall, and spoke in low articulation with Flod. Flod nodded, and sent him back down the student residence. 'Alright, it all checks out, and now here is your gold .'He walked over to a small crevice, and pulled back a tarpaulin. Under it were six amber Browning automatic rifle. 'They are, you should have it off as a merchandiser, worth the agreed upon sum of gold .'
'I agree .'Lord Drad said, nodding his head. 'Lieutenant Ply, choose them, and produce your way back to the ship. I will finish this deal here. shuffling sure the ship is set up when I get back, we need to sail before inaugural light, in order to make it to Solitude on clip .'
'Aye, sea captain .'He then picked up the gold, and handed a few slice to the other phallus of the crew, walking out of the cavern.
'Now, we have done a good amount of business, Flod .'Divine Drad began. 'With what I have sold you, and have given as well, your economy here should be rather undecomposed. I am taking it it will take you around a month or so to fence off this much skooma. I will hark back in two calendar month or so, and with more point that need fenced. I will be expecting a better economy from this section of the esteemed Thieves lodge then, for this is a plenty good start for your lot .'
'Yes, yes, this will boost us quite nicely, and you are sure to see More amber semen from us in the future ... .and we will not forget this forgivingness, Lord Drad .'Flod said with honor. 'If ever you require our services ... any of them, we will be felicitous to help. I consider you to be a sleeper agent for us. I know of you, and I will make sure you have all welfare of being in our guild, without, of class, actually being in it .'
'Thank you .'
'Much welcomes .'
'But now I must make haste, lest my loading be late .'Divine Drad said, turning to return to his ship.
'Wait !'Flod said.
God Almighty Drad turned to face him, and raised an eyebrow. 'Yes .'
'Would you be interested in a pet ?'
'A pet ?'noble Drad inquired. 'Is there significance to this, Flod ?'
'The humanoid kind .'
'Hahaha, a hard worker ?'Laughed Lord Drad, shaking his drumhead.
'Yes, a little Nord girl .'Replied Flod with a smile. 'She was sold to us legally, but she is of no use to a clump of thief. She is only xx year, and her tomentum is red as flaming. She is from Dawnstar, Skyrim, and is very lilliputian for a Nord woman. She is well fed, but her build is modest naturally, I guess. We are not cruel here, and have treated her well. She just is little .'
'A small Nord ? Hahahaha !'lord Drad chuckled .'I 've never heard such a thing .'
'Elis !'Called Flod. 'Bring up the Nord, Arla !'
Elis could be heard from down in the caverns, and chains being unlocked. They came up the halls, and stopped at Lord Drad and Flod 's comportment.
'Here you are, noble Drad .'He said. 'As you can see, she is well nourished ... .just small, as I said .'
Arla was just as Flod had described. Her hair was long, and fiery red. Her optic were of a lustrous wild blue yonder, and big as stars. She was petite in build, standing only five foot seven, and having small shoulder joint. Her bosom were average sized, compared with her human body, and her face was as a engrave prototype upon rock, pretty and stern.
'I see you are right .'Lord Drad commented. 'And what is this going to cost me if I said I were interested ?'
'You gave us a very great amount of skooma, and you were kind enough to gift us credit rating ... consider this a gift, from one Nord to another .'Flod said in a thrive voice.
Lord Drad stood with his helping hand at his sides. He thought about this, and the implication of such a affair. He knew that thraldom was banned in the rest of Tamriel, but not here in Vvardenfel. But once across the boarder, she would be free.
'And do n't worry about her going unblock. She is under a special contract, which makes her a sound striver, in all provinces of Tamriel .'Flod explained before God Almighty Drad could even ask the question. 'Here are the papers .'He handed a set of documents to lord Drad.
He took the papers, and then record them. Sure enough, it was legitimate. 'Alright, this is satisfactory. Does she have her chains, or are you to prevent those, and I find my own ?'
'Ah, she came with no string ... we have been using just a set of shackle that we stole from an imperial beard safeguard a few months back .'Flod said. 'We just got her a week ago. She is rather shy, as you can see, but from what I have seen, she is built like a slave, and is willing to serve .'
'I am sure you have seen ... .and felt .'Lord Drad commented.
'Ah ... .as I said, we are not cruel .'Flod said. 'We did not allude her, and she is pure. A slave is not to be used like that here. We were going to sell her in Sadrith Mora, to the local anesthetic slave market there, but had not gotten around to it yet. But since you have offered us a kindness, we shall offer you this kindness in return .'
'And I thank you, Flod .'Maker Drad said .'I however, am not so sort as your lot, and will use her as a striver. If I am to make her, she is to be dimension 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 discipline a slave, the exact methods. She is already built like a slave, so it should be rather easy for you .'
'Alright, then I shall consent, and take her .'Lord Drad said .'I will still be back here in two months, however, and with more loot .'
'That is well, Lord Drad .'Flod said. 'Elis, go and get that book, it 's on the dresser in my chambers. Give it to Lord Drad, so he can leave for his urgent journey .'
Elis ran down the halls, and returned quickly, with a leather boundary record book in his deal. He handed it to Lord Drad.
'Then now I must get going, Flod. Thank you for all you have done .'Divine Drad said, now turning to leave. 'Come, Arla, we have to go quickly. I have an designation to make in purdah .'
Arla followed closely by him all the way to the ship, and always a step behind him, in respect. He boarded the ship, and made his way into his cabin ... .Arla stayed just outside the doorway.
'Come .'
'Yes, father .'She entered.
'I have but one bed .'master Drad said, sitting at his desk and placing the slave papers and Word upon it .'I do have an surplus cover, for the rough winters of Solstheim, that you may use to sleep on the story if you wish. But when we get up to the North, you will freeze if you do not use both, as will I. So I am afraid you will cause to bunk with me during those metre .'
'Yes, Sire .'She replied, bowing her straits.
'I prefer either Jehovah, or sea captain .'Lord Drad corrected her. 'Now, go into my chambers, and rest ... the blanket is in my closet, following to my chest .'
She walked behind him, and opened the threshold to his chambers. She walked in, shutting the doorway, and rummaging through the W.C. for the blanket. Creator Drad then opened his Log, and begin to save, telling of his new found pet. He left out the stealer as Best he could, substituting them for traveling striver traders. He also kept out the Au bars.
lord Drad walked out of his cabin, and told his Lieutenant to man the larboard, and set canvass straight for solitude. He said to make it quickly, and have all men man their placement, for they were behind agenda by a day and a half now. All he could hope for to get to Solitude on time was that the conditions sent him a hint and no storms.

Her Tale
'Winterwriter'sailed quickly through the choppy waters of the Vvardenfel coast. It was two days later that they arrived in the Sea of Ghosts, where the mouth of the channel opened up and let them into the eminent ocean. Lord Drad was glad that they had made unspoilt headway here.
The steer was sort to them so far, and Lord Drad was glad for that. He decided to not go out to sea too far, and stick to the slide of Morrowind and Skyrim, in order to avoid storms and buccaneer. It would slacken them down only a bit, and the welfare greatly outweighed the risk of infection of such a move.
Arla was turning out to be a fountainhead trained slave, once Godhead Drad used the tactics that he found in the Holy Scripture Flod gave him. The Quran was titled darling and overlord : a skilled usher to training any race as a striver. He found it most useful, and within 24-hour interval, Arla was already getting to jazz his will better than he thought possible.
As he made his way about the deck, she followed one step behind him, and always with her hands behind her back, showing her servitude to him. When she noticed that he wished to pick something up, she quickly did it for him, and held it out for him to direct with a bow. Her every action served Godhead 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 slave, but not how he had acquired her. They had an idea, but no exact point. They all kept calm about it around Lord Drad as well, minding their own business sector. They had been with him long enough to have a go at it his methods were his own, and he was under no man 's sentry but his own.
'Lieutenant, how often supplies do we experience ?'Lord Drad asked, as he met his Fist police officer on the deck.
'Enough to finale for another three solar day of sailing, but the crew, I have heard, is getting tired of eating unproblematic bread 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 secondment. He searched his memory for where the nearest porthole was from where they were. 'Okay, we shall pee a plosive consonant in one years fourth dimension. At that time, send out a hunting party, and have them wreak back enough marrow for another three mean solar day. Send ten men, and have them return within the day, regardless of how much they have caught .'
'Yes Captain'Replied Lieutenant Ply.
'Also, you have yet again served me well, Lieutenant Ply, so I am promoting you to full admiral of the ship, and of the Drad merchant Co.'Lord Drad said. 'You may make a log of this advancement, but make no remarks as to why. I do n't care to make any written evidence of our activity as of late. We may be doing this on a steady groundwork, and I do n't require some snoopy imperial Guard to regain any evidence. As of right hand now, we are carrying only legal trade good, and we are going to keep it that way .'Lord Drad said, knowing they still had 50 bottles of skooma in their consignment hold, in a underground area.
'I understand, maitre d' .'The full admiral said, understanding that as far as he was concerned, they did not exist.
lord Drad then made his way to the cookhouse, and sat at a table. Arla sat next to him, a foot away. She sat with her men up upon her knees, awaiting for any indication as to what her passkey would want.
'Arla, go to the kitchen, and get a meal. All repast are the same here for now, so just ask a cook to make two plates, one for you, and their chieftain .'Lord Drad said.
While she went to get food, Lord Drad pulled out his parchment and charcoal pencil, and began writing.

My lamb Father,
We have made our way to Solitude, and should be there within the next few days. By the clock time you receive this, we will have made our rescue and will be hollow of cargo. I request that Lieutenant Ply, whom is now and full admiral of this ship, to be given his own ship to command.
He was well skilled when the pirates attacked, as I have recorded in the accompanying alphabetic character to you. He has served me well in all things, and deserves to have his helping hand tried at commanding a ship. I would intimate that he start with a simply merchant year police cruiser, and make the simple beat between Northpoint and Farrun, in High Rock. It is an soft rabble, and has no need of complicated fiat.
I have come across a hard worker, as well, father, and have been training her fountainhead. She is under a special contract bridge, which I have studied with care, that allows her to be a slave in any province. It turns out she was taken prisoner from Dawnstar, Skyrim, and the imperial legion there had her as a slave.
Her crimes were that of killing a Noble, whom was her brother. She was charged with the crime, and hence, is now a slave. She can never be released, only sold and traded to new proprietor. I have taken her as my own, and she is turning out to be a well deserved kickshaw.
I hope you and mother are doing well, and all is well with the house. How is the new ship coming along ? I heard that it was to soon be finished, and added to the Skyrim fleet. If that is so, I would like to know where it will be docked, so I may make 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 make my usual port at New Rock, where I will await your orders. I do hope that I will be having a more habitue trade route, for being on random bringing is getting taxing on the crowd.
I have one more than request : May I make my way to the Topal Sea. I wish to try my helping hand at those waters. There are many trade routes there, and of course Anvil and Bravil have goodness trade.
With love, your son,
Divine Nikolai Drad

As Arla came back to the table, she sat the plates of food down, one before her passkey. Almighty Drad folded the missive up and put it into his vest sack. 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 sound slave, and followed protocol exactly. 'You may eat, Arla .'He said kindly.
She picked up her fork, and began cutting the adust Pisces the Fishes. Her hands shook as she put the food to her mouth and ate it. The fish was tasteless, for it was not seasoned, being freshly caught, there was no need to waste common salt on curing it. But she ate it without complaint, for it was food, and she was grateful for that.
Lord Drad finished his meal of bread and fish, then got up. Arla stood when he got up. 'You may finish eating. I will be on the bottom deck, checking the cargo keep. Come find me when you have finished your food .'
'Yes, Master .'She said, then returned to her meal.
Lord Drad pulled out his parchment once more, and made his stave, checking the consideration of the crates, the measure, and the quantity of space they took up. He also took notes on how a great deal weight that they had, and how low the ship sank into the water, while carrying them. He was very master about cargo, for he had never once lost a loading, or had a let on crate of good ; he wanted to hold open it that way.
He was almost finished calculating the space for the crates, when Arla came down the steps to the loading time lag. She came up to Lord Drad, and got to her knee, bowing her head in presentation. 'We will be stopping ashore for around twelve time of day tomorrow. At that meter, you are to continue aboard the ship as the men hunt. I will be going to collect herb and other such thing, so you shall invade your meter by studying the school text I have set for you .'Lord Drad gave his orders.
'Are there any orders I have as of now, original ?'She asked.
'This is the invoice, for the delivery of the weapons from Ebonhart to Solitude, Skyrim .'He handed her the bill, keeping the computation for himself. 'Take them to Admiral Ply, and tell him to sign up his figure to them. deliver when you are done. I may not be here, but find me .'He ordered. 'Dismissed .'
She quickly went about performing her task, and Lord Drad went about finishing his calculations of the crates. There were twoscore crate of weapons, each taking up around seven cubic feet of the cargo appreciation. They were already paid for their table service, so it only mattered for documentation 's sake that he calculated the blank and weight of the item.
The Drad merchant Co. was paid 6'000 septims for their speech, as a overhaul fee, and 100 septims per crateful as the deliverance fee of each crate. This was one of the upright wad in all of Tamriel, and the Drad 's knew it. They made it so cheesy for shipping, because they had way around the tax revenue natural law, letting them crushed their price. This was why when even the Imperial Legions needed weapon shipped, they came to the Drad Merchant Co..
Divine Drad went to the holding elbow room, where the gold for completed deliveries and other such actions were kept. He counted all the septims that he had acquired, and added them up. It came out to 24200 septims, including the gold measure ... but he left them out, making it 15200 septims that he put on track record for his fathers bookkeeper to manage. He logged all dealing, and then opened a secret trap door to a small region just below the finally deck. He put the bars of amber in the hide area, where the skooma was also, to keep them safe. He then placed the rug back over it, keeping it out of sight.
Lord Drad walked up the stairs to the fourth deck, where the immense oars were all tucked away neatly. He went up the steps there, and made his way to the crew 's living quarters. He was greeted by Privet Uls.
'Captain .'
'Privet Uls .'Godhead Drad replied. 'Continue as you were .'
'Yes maitre d'hotel .'Privet Uls commented, now going about what he was doing.
Arla met Divine Drad on the top deck, at the headwaiter 's nuzzle, and presented herself to him. 'Follow .'He said, having no other responsibility for her to perform at that time. He then made his was to his office, where he put the calculations and orders in his desk. They would be given to his Church Father, when they returned to Solstheim next.
Arla stood behind nobleman Drad as he wrote in his log, marking that the deliberation would be in his desk, and the actions that he performed. Lord Drad, though he acted as though he did not wish to mark her, was well mindful of her presence. He rather enjoyed her unsounded company, and thought heavily about her as of late.
What was her news report ? When did she murder her brother, a stately ? For what reasons ? All these things ran through Lord Drad 's head.
'Arla, go fetch my cloak from my chambers, I am getting rather insensate .'Lord Drad ordered her. She went immediately and got his cloak for him, and wrapped it around his shoulders for him. 'Thank you .'
She did n't make any military action to provoke thoughts about this, but she was much taken aback that her original had said 'thank you'to her. It was simply her duty to obey him in any way that he wished. She thought about this, though kept her focus upon her Master always.
God Almighty Drad pulled out a pipe from his desk, and set it down, then pulled out a leaf of delicately tobacco from his vest pocket. 'Arla, sit please, and learn .'He said. He began to excuse how to buck the leaves, and jam the pipe, so she was capable to do so.
He picked up the folio, and pull it into three strip show, then again, ripping them, essentially shredding them up to a fine hash. 'You see, you make sure that the leaf is unclouded of stems, and that the tag end are small, so the tobacco burns well in the pipage, otherwise, it will go out too easily'He said, commenting on his methods. He then took the tobacco and placed it in his pipage, packing it firmly, but not too tightly. 'You want it to be unshakable, but not tight, so that the airflow is just right, letting it finale longer, but not burn out .'
His pipe was made of boar ivory, and was around five in long, with a very elusive curve. It had a lid in the bowl, for snubbing the coal for afterwards use, as well, and the tip, which was put to the lips, was fitted with a comfortable rose leaf wrapping, which could be replaced as demand for insolence.
Lord Drad picked up the tobacco pipe, and lit a mate, puffing the pipe with ease, now leaning back in his chair. He thought to himself as he puffed. What is she thinking right now ? Did she actually hear how to fill and backpack this thing ?
He sat upright again after a few Thomas More comforter, and closed the lid, snuffing the coal. 'Now, from now on, you are to carry this, and all early baccy equipment that I wish you to, so that you may rip up and pack on the spot as I desire .'
'Yes, Master .'She said, nodding her head. 'May I use the loo, captain ?'She asked, now squirming in her chair all of a sudden.
'Yes, you may .'He replied. She walked into his chambers, and then he heard a doorway close, indicating she was in the john. He sat to himself, and thought of what needed to be done in the following few mean solar day. His duties were lax, as of recently, for the seafaring took maintenance of itself mostly, and the crew handled to the highest degree 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 Christian Bible titled The special alchemy : plant and other substances for alchemical and nutrient purposes..
He flipped through the pageboy of the book, studying the text carefully, and looked to the section of Skyrim, where it listed the common plants of Skyrim, and what they looked like, their place, all about them. Arla returned, and knelt at his position, awaiting orders, as he read through the book. He did n't bring his eyes from the Thomas Nelson Page, when he told her. 'Have a fundament, be at simplicity for a while. I have no Order for you at this prison term, Arla .'
She sat in the seat opposite of the desk, and placed her hands erect upon her knee joint. She sat straight, with good carriage, and kept her gaze solely upon her Master, focusing all her attending to him. Divine Drad kept his optic upon his book, but knew she was watching him, and that did pass water a certain gouge in his mind ; like a distant intellection to the vertebral column of his brain, that someone was at his full attention.
'Master, may I address ?'Arla asked.
'You may .'
'If I may make believe a suggestion .'She began .'I have noticed you are reading about vegetation, and I know that you told me to stay on the ship when we make commonwealth, but it is my tariff to inform you of my utility in such an area .'She paused.
'Go on, Arla .'
She gulped, making her first inaugural really as a useful slave, taking a step for herself, getting to know her duty to him, rather than being a simple robot .'I was a botanist, back in Dawnstar, and I am very skilled with botany, especially in Skyrim. The cold sustenance many plants from growing, but also, many have adapted to the atmospheric condition .'She continued, now more well-fixed, seeing that Godhead Drad was not showing negative emotions to her program line .'I think I may be of use to you, if you wish to collect herbaceous plant. If I may inquire what purposes the herbaceous plant you are looking for shall serve 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 herbs that will spice food up a bit. Meat is well and dependable, but I want to get something that is going to pee-pee it a kickshaw to eat. Something that will get off up any man 's clapper .'
'Yes, Master'She said.
'What exactly are you asking of me, Arla ?'
'May I go with you, when we land ?'She replied, a aspirer facial expression in her centre. She was eager to study, and to delight now, and Lord Drad saw that .'I would like to aid as best I can .'
'You may go with me, Arla .'Almighty Drad decided. 'But when we return, you are to issue forth back to this very room, and contemplate these texts .'Lord Drad pulled out a stack of three parchment papers from his desk, and laid them on the top.
'I shall, Master .'She said, then was silent.
God Almighty Drad then continued reading the book with a comforted judgement. He knew he COULD search for the plant, but with difficulty. Now he had someone skilled in the guile with him, and he could make use of that.
After a while, he set down the book of account upon his desk, and looked to Arla. 'Tell me about yourself, all about yourself, Arla .'He said with a queer voice.
'What would you like to know, Master ?'She asked with a moderately representative, eager to please.
'Well, let us start up with the not so happy subject of your imprisonment .'Creator Drad said .'I do n't wish to realise you sad, or tempestuous, but I need to know of your past, in order for you to do me correctly'
'It matters not my disposition, Master. Only if you are please with me, is my tariff done .'
'Then severalise me about it, Arla .'He said, calmly.
'Well, when I was fifteen, I had begun to check of tour and magic, from a local mage in Dawnstar. I was avid in my sketch, and I did well to acquire the ways of magic, and all schools of such learning I did well in. The mage 's name was Ilina, one of my brother 's many interests .'Arla said. 'She found him to be ... .unwantable, however, and refused to let him advance on her further. He did not take kindly to that, and began to prosecute her even more. He was a drunkard, though he was a Noble in the courts. She kept teaching me, however, and even taught me all about flora and alchemy ; that is where my noesis of such things come from.
One day, my brother got very drunk, and came to her abode, where me and her were practicing magic : the school of destruction. He came at her, and tried to force himself upon her, but she cast a paralyze charm upon him. She then issued his stiff body from her house, and closed the doorway. An 60 minutes later, him, and three others came to her firm, and barged in. I was in the next way when I heard the disruption, and decided to look into.
They had her down, and were stripping her of her clothes. Since she was wearing only her mages'robe, they were able to get it off easily. I cast a trance at them, with an area affect, from the schooltime of head game, making them disoriented But they were resistant to it, and turned their eyes upon me. My chum kept going at Ilina, but she tried to fight him off of her. His comrades came at me, and I knew not what to do !
I had a dagger tucked inside my gown, which I used to cut botany when studying plant 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 number one one deeply through his chest ! His howler pierced the house shrilly. I then spun, and caught the other on his throat, blood spraying about me and the level. My brother saw the rip, and ran over to me, catching my arm with the obelisk in it. He turned it upon me, and I had no early pick but to attack him, l he wipe out me ! I cast a wipeout magical spell, catching him square in his chest, sending him flying across the way into his comrade. He was deadened when he hit the the primer .'She paused, now with a face that was intrinsic to a bad remembering such as that. 'His former collaborator ran to the door, and quickly made his escape. I went right to Ilina, and helped her up. She quickly put her robe back on, and took notice of the place.
'What did you do ?'She asked with a voice of sobriety as I had never heard her before. 'He was a Noble ... .we 'll be hanged for this ! We must go, NOW !'
I took my dagger from my brother 's hand, and cleaned it off, putting it back in my robe. His friend with the chest wounding was still alive, although barely breathing. Ilina restored him as unspoilt she could with a healing trance, and some herb we had collected earlier that day. She then gave him instructions on how to sustain himself until assistance arrived for him.
After she gathered a few things, which consisted of a bag of septims, and a pack, she took my paw and jerk me out of the house with her. We were fleeing, knowing that there was no chance of getting let off, even with the approach on her. My brother was a Noble.
She got her horses ready, and we mounted them, riding off as quickly as they could carry us. Her base was to the West of townsfolk, so we knew we had a chance to make it to the close port and safety valve 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 household, in Solstheim. He has a plaza in New rock-and-roll, and we can blot out there until we can encounter passage to Vvardenfel, where there is no expedition of criminals to any early royal province .'She explained.
We made our way to the coastal regions, and took a sea path to the good port. We let the horses free when we were but a mile away from the interface, so as not to soak up attention by being rid of them in the townspeople. When we got there, however, word had already spread of the onset !
The sentry go noticed us from the description given, undoubtedly by my brother 's comrade. They pursued us, and we ran once more, but could not get by, for they were on horseback. They quickly caught us. Ilina cast invisibleness upon me, and told me to run, as the guards overtook her. She faught them as best she could with non-lethal spells, and that is the lowest 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 noesis of the plant life, and the mind of a mage. Ilina was a region of the Mages'guild, but had not yet initiated me, wanting me to read for one more class before I became a member. But now all I could do was to sustain myself.
I found a small cave, and hid myself there, thinking what I could do next to elude my situation. But there was zip I could recollect 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 guards had been alerted of.
So, after two days of staying hidden in the cave, and eating only the small-scale amount of pabulum flora there, I came out, and made my way to the E. I knew I would run into a low settlement somewhere, and hopefully, it would be a station secluded enough to not throw any Imperial safety device of the Skyrim Legion there.
I sustained myself on the many plant along the way, and drank of melted C. I was cold, having only the mages'gown, but I made due with a spell from Illusion, with bestow warmth to my body. I knew I could gain it, if only I could find a safe place for a few years.
I found a small village after a few days, and made my way slowly into the town center, seeing no preindication of Imperial safety. I went to the inn, and asked for the name of the settlement. They told me the town was called Krushlef, and that it was just South of the port of Prothhilt, which was where Ilina and I were caught by the guards.
I begged them to let me stay the night, but they would not let me without the amber. So I had to be on my way again. I made my way North, going closer to Prothhilt. I found a lowly flow, just barely trickling with urine, for spring was coming in, and it was not glacial completely.
I cleared a circle in the snow, and made a small fire there. I knew it was high-risk, with guards searching, but I needed warmness and the attack would keep the piranha away. So I slept until the morning.
As were my fears, the guards had spotted me, and were surrounding me when I awoke. They grabbed me, and pushed a cloth dismissal over my head. I felt a harsh hit to the back of my chief, and all was lost, until I woke up the next morning in a cell of Fe.
At my trial, I was constrained with a magical barrier, and was testified against by my comrade 's comrade. I was sentenced to do a life of slavery, in any province that I was in, never to be released, only to be passed from one owner to the next, until I die. But that was not my business organisation.
I had learned, at the run, that the safety had brought Ilina to Dawnstar once more, where she was tried and executed for her actions against a Noble. She defended herself, but my blood brother 's comrade had testified there as well, sealing her destiny. My parents, whom were utterly, were Nobles, and that made me a Lord, though of lesser worth than my comrade. That is the only affair that saved me from the same fate as Ilina.
As I was shipped to the slave market, I cried to myself over grief of Ilina, and I could not kibosh. I was so torn by her luck, and by the actions of my crony, that I could not moderate myself. My mind shut down, and I was alone, I knew.
My first lord was a Nord by the gens of Hekleif, whom lived in Solitude. He and his wife, Neira, used me as a servant to their house, and treated me very well. They were both kind to me, and fed me well. I grew to love them, as I served them well.
When I was XIX, they moved to Vvardenfel, Morrowind, to the metropolis of Vivec. It was marvelous and beautiful then, where the Man-God lived. Every building stood with great glory, and all the people were high and stately, even the highschool pixie, whom hated the Nords, as far as I was always told. Hekleif liked the city, and he and Neira were both stable living in the Foreign one-quarter.
When I was almost twenty years of age, they went bankrupt, for Hekleif and Neira both lost their line of work. They were forced to sell me in the hard worker securities industry in Vivec, and also their home there as well. They had to proceed to the metropolis of Caldera, near the Ash Mountains. I never saw nor heard from them again.
I was kept in the slave mart until I was twenty, being trained properly as the securities industry saw fit, as a slave. They taught me what I now know to this day, of portion, and of being owned. They were professional about it, and they taught me well.
The documents that you hold, you will notice, state my magic power, and they kept that in careful consideration. They put an captivation on me that limited my conjuring trick, to only let me perform healing magic upon myself, and others. Only one person I know of now, has the power to plagiarise that enchantment.
I was sold soon after I turned twenty, to a iniquity Elf named Tarjain. She lived alone in Pelagaid, and needed a servant to tend to the crops she had growing there. She quickly recognized my acquisition, and was much satisfied with me ... until one day she came to me, and told me she was selling me to a few traveling slave bargainer. She gave me no reason, and only one day placard.
The slave traders were cruel to me, and fed me not but once per day. They traveled all the way to Seyda Neen with me, in a caravan. There, they stopped at an inn, and I was sold to the men you received me from.
They were kind, and fed me well. They kept me in a cave, for which I was not the beaming person, but I served them as best as I could. They only made me perform job such as cleaning and washing, and former such things. Ralflod was kind to me as well, and told me of his business even.
After three months, you came along, and here I now sit, Master .'She ended her tale. Her cheeks were red as her hair now, and her eyes low to the floor.
noble Drad walked to her, and picked her Chin up with his finger. 'Thank you for sharing with me your tale. Some was sad to hear, and early parts well to hear. But I tell you, I am glad to birth heard it all, for I now know a little bit about you. One day, I shall secernate you my full taradiddle, though not so interesting as your own is .'He said.
She nodded. Her hands remained on her knees, palms upwards .'I would love to discover it, original .'She replied quickly.
'Now, however, is the time for you to tell me of the person whom can overturn the enchantment upon you .'Almighty 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 conjuring trick, so you shall now be getting that back. Whom is this somebody ?'
'His figure is Navan, Navan Drasil .'She said calmly, but with a slight happiness in her voice.
'And where can I find him ?'Asked Drad.
'He was one of the slave overlord 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 ca-ca a trip to Vivec, and gain your superpower back, Arla .'Lord Drad said with a grinning, and a cheery voice.
'Thank you, Master .'She said with avowedly gratefulness

maestro and Maker

The ship made anchor near the coastline the next day, and a flock was sent to the shore, with ten men, plus Divine Drad and Arla. The deal was large, plenty to hold twice as many people as it was. They came ashore, and made their way inland in the snow a bit.
'Okay, lads, go and catch what you can, and recurrence within twelve minute. I will be here when you get back. shuffling sure to kill only animal that you can persuade back here, and only unity that you know to be edible .'Jehovah Drad said aloud to his crew.
They dispersed, on with their hunt. Creator Drad and Arla then began to make their way to discover herbs. They knew what to take care for, because of Arla 's experience in such fields.
After a few hours, God Almighty Drad and Arla had collected a number of herbaceous plant for culinary uses, and many with healing belongings. They sat them all down in a sack next to the raft, then went out again, to search for more.
It was nearing sundown when they were finished collecting herbaceous plant. Lord Drad and Arla sat next to the raft with a fire burning at the stake brightly, waiting for the crew to come back from their hunt. But they still had another two hour, before they had to riposte to the ship.
Creator Drad knew that this block would set them back even more, but he knew morale of his crew was crucial. He knew that without a bunch to man the ship, NO point would make it at all, so he made a forfeit, to collect meat for the crew. They would then be happy with their lot, and would make the sailing a lot smoother.
As they sat in the firelight, Lord Drad practiced a few move with his sword, as Arla watched him. She wondered, as she saw his western fence lizard movements, what her sea captain 's background was. Had he always been a merchant ? Had he learned his ways from his syndicate, or from somewhere else, and started the company on his own ? Did he own Drad merchant Co. ? Where was he from, originally ? All these affair soared through her psyche as she saw his wink of steel.
The night was growing on, when they heard a whirl about the expanse. They heard aloof interference, and distinctly head voices for sure. Then they saw a torch, and knew that the hunting political party was back finally. Arla waited for her passkey, but stood when he did, and stayed a footprint behind him as he walked towards the party.
They had made a makeshift tote wagon, with skis made of wood, to slide over the C. P. Snow. On it, there were a number of fauna, not all of them to be made out in this light. As they came closer, Almighty Drad went to them.
He found that there was not just one, but three totes, each with a number of animals on them. Obviously, the hunt went well for the crowd. As they pulled, each had a grin upon their faces. Lord Drad as well had a huge grin, knowing his crew was happy.
As they pulled, Lord Drad sent up a charm of pure lighting into the air, as if someone had taken the Sun, and made it into the size of a human head teacher, and cast it a hundred cubic yard above the country. It lit the way for them to see to the wad, still being quite a ways away. After the trance was cast, God Almighty Drad got behind the last tote, and helped tug it to the raft.
As they sat it down, Lord Drad said to his crew. 'Okay, we are going to pack what we can onto the raft, and have half of us man it, the other half staying here, and keeping predators from getting to the kernel. We will return with another raft, to get us out of here in only one more than head trip. When on the ship, you will take it all to the galley, and into the cold-blooded elbow room, putting it where you can. After that, go directly to your bunks, and repose ... the ship will be manned by the rest of the crew, since you all made the hunt .'He then started packing the brute into the raft.
Arla noticed all sorts of them : a boar, two deer, and a sight lion, along with two couple of rabbit. It did n't take 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 attack, warming themselves with it, as Arla and Lord Drad sat back from them, and watched the raft make it to the ship safely, then start out unloading the catch into the ship. Then, after twenty arcminute or so, they saw another pile being lowered down from the side of the ship, and the other rowing back to shore.
Arla now felt the cold upon her. She was garbed in a cloak of fur, which Creator Drad had let her use, but she was still now chilled to her very bones. But her Master was by the shore, not next to the fire, so there, just behind him, she remained.
Lord Drad greeted the batch with a smile, then immediately began to load it with the carcasses of the animals, along with the rest of the hunter, while the men in the raft stayed in, so they could just pull in back out. The second batch arrived just as that one was pulling off of shore.
The raft was quickly loaded up, and then the totes were left, the fervidness snuffed with C. P. Snow. Arla grabbed the sack of herb, and then followed her overlord. Lord Drad, and the residue of the work party got in the tidy sum, and went back to the ship. When they boarded the ship, Lord Drad and Arla went right to the Captain 's snuggle, where he issued the order to set cruise to his men. Admiral Ply was asleep now, so there was no need to bother him, when Almighty Drad had a voice just as well.
As the ship was beginning to move, Arla all of a sudden came closer to nobleman 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 low, he thought the movement of the ship had knocked her off her balance, but then noticed she kept a storage area of him.
'Arla ?'He questioned.
She pulled away from him, and put her hands behind her back, her oral sex facing the pack of cards now .'I am sorry, passkey, I had no right to touch you without your warrant .'She said in offering of apology
nobleman 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 door, he took her in his weapon system quickly, and held her tightly. He remained his detention for some time, before patting her spinal column, and returning his walk to the cabin.
Arla followed him into the cabin, and waited as he took off his operose cloak. She then took it, and placed it on the rack, near the door. She took off her own cloak, and put it there as well. The cabin was warm, being heated by the fires of the galley being filtered of fastball, and the question leading to the room by piping.
'Arla, tonight, you need sleep in my bed. The cover will be needed to be combined, and together, we shall stay warmer .'Maker 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 stage below her bottom, next to him on the floor. She was hone height for God Almighty Drad to pet her hairsbreadth, 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 whisker softly. She giggled quite a clump at that, being please with her lot for now.
Lord Drad soon stopped petting his little pet, and pulled out the Captain 's Log of the ship. He began to pen down the actions of the night, and the minute that it took. He kept account of their time, and their food provision. He wrote also, about the herbs that were collected, and of his slave 's expertness on the subject.

Lord Drad leaned over in his bed and felt next to him the soft, warm dead body of Arla. Her tender flesh was plush to the trace, but firm as well, with the softness of silk, and warm as a globe of blast. Her hair smelled of the herbs they were collecting, and her breathing rolled about like a musical wind.
He wrapped his arms about her, and closed his center once more, returning to his eternal sleep. Arla, however, was not asleep. She felt his arms come about her, and felt his ventilation quicken, knowing that for an moment, he was thinking about her. She knew he felt for her, at least somewhat. She was favorable, to have a Master that cared for her.
She turned in his arms, facing him now, and putting her arms about him. She felt his thick body, yet not coarse. It was comfy to apply, to feel. She closed her eyes, and fell into a peaceful dreaming, as she held her Master, and he held her as well.
The Sun was up when Lord Drad awoke. He sat up, gently removing Arla 's arm from his chest, then dressed in his usual attire. He slipped quietly into his billet, and pulled out his al-Qur'an on slave breeding. As he sifted through the pages, he noticed that the papers he had ordered that Arla read were now out of order ... he knew he did not relate them, so she must have actually read them, spacing her time on her own.
The report were her training orders, her speech practice, her right natural action in sure state of affairs, and early such affair as she needed to know. Almighty Drad was delight to see that she had read them. He then looked into the rule book more, to find early useful breath on the breeding. This was the world-class clip he had ever taken a hard worker, and he was not used to certain things. Sometimes he felt the account book was teaching him how to be a Master, rather than groom her how to be a slave.
As he sifted through the pageboy, Arla awoke. She got up, and went into the spot immediately, not even getting dressed first. She knew that her first duty upon waking were to find her master, and present tense for order of magnitude. Upon opening the door, master Drad turned in his hot seat to see her.
Her hair was a messiness, being unbrushed yet, and her nerve had a line, from where she had laid her psyche on the course of a blanket. Her body, her face, everything, however, was perfect. She was the lesson every woman should follow, to being a beautiful cleaning woman.
She knelt beside her Master, and bowed her head. Lord Drad looked to her, peering down her perfumed back, with shine skin, and a few freckles here and there. 'Get up, Arla .'He told her. 'Go get dressed, and ready for the day .'
She walked back into the chambers. As she turned, Creator Drad noticed her prat : daily round and plump, and business firm as could be as she walked. She was well formed, indeed, and the way she walked, she knew it as well.
She put on her robes, and then a duad of woolen socks, and then a duad of leather boots, tightly lacing up her shin bone. As she brushed her hair and teeth, she thought about the night she had just had. How wonderful it had been.
noble Drad kept version, learning what he could from it. He went about his tariff charting a course from purdah to New Rock, Solstheim. He looked to his map, plotting the routes, and marking on a change of location index, in the back half of the headwaiter 's Log. He marked it Return Journey, 3E208, forth month 26 day. He then put his pencil aside, and pulled out a sheet of new lambskin from a desk drawer. Arla came back then, as he began to save.
She knelt next to him as he sit in his chair. She waited for her master key to reply to her, as he wrote on the parchment. He wrote out the livery items, and logged it, then put it in his Log, for corroboration 's purposes.
He looked down at Arla, and spoke to her. 'Get our cloaks, and a helm as well, they are in the closet .'She got up, and went into the elbow room, then returned with two helms of fur. She then got the cloaks off of the rack, and put one upon her skipper. They were made from a arduous fur as well.
They went down to the galley, and got a breakfast of Sus scrofa core and grievous kale. Arla brung the plates to a table, then awaited Lord Drad 's order for her to sit. She ate, after he had taken a bit of his food, as was the regular custom now. As they ate, Lord Drad pulled out a map.
'We are going to be leaving Solstheim just as soon as I get Word of God from my father. I will be accepting any deliveries that bring us in, or near Vivec. There, we will take a leak a detour, and find this Navan Drasil, and see if we can not arrive at you a working mage again .'He spoke, as he looked upon the Sir Frederick Handley Page. He traced his fingerbreadth down a trade rout, which brought them from New Rock to Khuul, then from Khuul to Hlo Oad, and on to Ebonhart. That was three period, and his father was certainly to have manner of speaking to and from each of the coastal cities .'I will be using half a crew, to cut back on toll for the journey. Since we will not be making a large voyage, the sea can be navigated by 25 men, always with half resting, to go on them rotated and unwary When we make it to Ebonhart, we will check our journeying by ship, and go to Vivec, to observe our lilliputian Magician .'
Arla silently listened to him, taking bite from her nutrient now and then. She took in all of what he said, and could not wait until they got her legerdemain back. 'Thank you, my Master !'She told him, with the look of a grateful woman in her oculus.
They were on the top deck of cards, when the shoring of purdah was spotted, and in another 60 minutes, they were pulling into the harbor. The crowd unloaded the ship, putting it in Big Dipper owned by the imperial host to play them to the garrison. nobleman Drad gathered the right signature from the police 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 police officer, and they were returning to New Rock, Solstheim soon after. He went to the captain 's nestle, on deck, and gave the mob to admiral Ply, sending the ship in its trend to Solstheim. Arla stood adjacent to him as he looked from his nest, peering into the icy sea.
'When in New Rock, I shall go to the clothing goods storage, and we shall get you new attire, to stand firm the insensate wintertime in Solstheim. It is dusty there than it is, even in Skyrim .'Lord Drad told Arla as she watched the ocean waves.

The journey to Solstheim was rather uneventful, and they were there within another few days. The ship was hauling through the wave now quickly, with a blast of wind from the due south, pushing them along. New Rock was achieved within the week, and they made porthole there.
Almighty Drad had sent the letter to his Father-God three 24-hour interval ago, so he should have Bible of their orgasm. It was midday when they were docked. They had no lading, and they needed to get their profits back to the Drad merchandiser Co. role, in Trasklin. But, there was a each week rider, coming back and Forth with news program between here and there. They would simply send and await Bible by way of messenger
In the meanspirited metre, Lord Drad took Arla out, and through the cold town. As they walked down the path, to reach New rock'n'roll, the wind caught hold of their cloaks, and even with them on, they were rather cold. They made their way to the wearable store. Arla tried on a few cloaks, and a few robes, all made for the winter. She also tried on a few twosome of pant, lined with satin. nobleman Drad looked through the blankets, in which he found a high timbre fur blanket, with a soft cotton fiber lining in it, for an supererogatory layer for Arla and Lord Drad to sleep with.
Paying for the mantle, and a numbers of gown and pants for Arla, the poster came out to sixty septims. nobleman Drad took out a small-scale bag of coins, and handed the lady at the return a few gold pieces. They walked back to the ship, and put the stuff away, the blanket upon the bed, and Arla 's clothes in the closet.
'Next, we are going to find you a genuine weapon .'Lord Drad said. 'We will discover a sword smith, and have him custom forge you a weapon that you can properly wield'
Arla nodded her brain. 'Yes, Master .'
Arla followed her victor to the local anesthetic smithy, and entered the store. 'We would like to receive a sword hired hand forged, to fit her stature, weight, and manner. I care not the toll .'Lord Drad said to the man, explaining what they were looking for.
They were shown what could be done. The forge had them choose between a figure of different metal : silver grey, blade, Iron, or Adamantium .'I would like it to be sword, with tracing of silver in the admixture, if it can be done .'Arla told him.
'It can be .'He then put ten bricks of brand out of a vault, and one of silver. Putting it in his cart, he lead them to the smelting pot. 'Now, this sword can either be curved, as a sabre, or rapier, or it can be in the mode of the Elsweyr Katana, with only a blue bender. If it is to fit her tallness and weighting, I would not suggest a heavy blade, such as a bastard, or a claymore. Just stick with the barge styles .'
Arla saw a number of handles for each styles of swords, and many that she felt were very comfy in her grip .'I 'll take the Katana flair, and with this character of pummel and handle .'She said, holding up a disgraceful cloth, wrapped around bamboo, which was wrapped and stuck tightly to the bring down bladder fucus of the sword.
'Very well .'He chose the moulding for her sword, for its staple design. He then began adding the bricks of metal to the smelting pot, liquefying them slowly. While he did that, he got his hammering and anvil ready to set about curving her sword to a consummate angle. 'Come back and see me in a few hour, and I might be fix to come out taking her demand size, and where she is well-heeled swinging it .'
lord Drad and Arla went to the foods good store. Drad Merchant Co. takes care of all caboose meals, and all meal that come from the ship. But each individual crew could buy his own extra item, freely, with their own lucre. Drad Merchant Co. would not pay for it, but would provide them to do it.
Arla suggested that the buy bristleback meat, being a more tasty pork barrel than pig. lord Drad saw her breaker point, and bought six pound sign of it. He was not getting much, only stuff for his own privet meal. His cabin had an icebox, and it also had a woodwind burning stove. He could cook in his cabin just fine, and did quite often.
Lord Drad got a few pound sterling of potato, and a few bags of herbaceous plant. There was not much in the way of veggie, being a harsh winter. The salutary they got were a selection from a pocket-sized bag of blackberry bush for ten septims, or a single tomato plant for eight amber. Lord Drad got the bristleback meat, the potatoes, and the herbaceous plant, all for twenty septims
But God Almighty Drad had that 180 septims, his share of the gold bars, and he was also paid a sum of money as a incentive, for every broad obstetrical delivery he makes. For every fill in speech, Lord Drad got an extra hundred septims, as a fee for his services, not to advert a monthly salary of 4'000 septims, which Drad Merchant Co. pays him every meter he is in to port at his hometown harbor of Winterhold. He always saved near of it, but keeping a quarter of it in gold in his room, for his own expense while he was on a journey.
He had 800 septims left from that as well, from terminal calendar month 's payment of salary. With buying the goods and solid food, they now had 900 septims to last them for two workweek. It was the 17th of Apr, and he would make headway 4'000 septims to his name on the 1st of May, waiting for him to pick up at the Drad merchandiser Co. halls, on a dock in Winterhold.
master Drad and Arla put away all the commodity in the cabin, back at the gravy holder, and the crowd made their slip into town at their pleasure. They were simply waiting for the weekly messenger. Besides, it was good for the crowd to film a day or two to rest.
The courier came a day later, around mid day, and delivered a varsity letter to noble Drad. It was an official Drad merchant Co. envelope. Something to do with job of the companionship was inside, indicating carry-over purchase order, or new despatch bill. Lord Drad opened it to discover his father 's answer 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 spread for swap. You will receive invoices in Winterhold by the 1st of May, and will from then on be in tutelage of the two sphere, both Southern Tamriel, and Northern. I will ask care of the little coastal trades here on Solstheim.
Until the 1st of May, you are disengage to do as you wish. I have no more special orders for you, so you are ticket to go back to your fixture duties as ace of the Skyrim sector of this company.
admiral Ply may indeed be promoted, and given his own ship to command. We are putting the new ship, the Weatherstride, into the water sometime next week and sending it to Winterhold, with a ghost work party on it. There, Admiral Ply may be named police captain of that ship, and given any set of routs that you feel him capable of.
On to the matter of your slave. Do not let her interfere with business. She may facilitate as much as you desire, but when it is more a problem than a assist, I warn you, it will soon sprain bad for you.
For these next two weeks, go wherever you wish, on self-employed person work. You are the Champion of the Skyrim fleet, so you may trade in as you wish. On the 1st, and view the invoices, and you decide which unity you will take, and which to reject.
We are doing well here, and all is well. We hope you are doing well, son. Have a beautiful journey, son.
Divine Hrothmund Drad.

Lord Drad took the letter of the alphabet, and brought it to his desk. He marked on his log his future action mechanism, and what had taken place. Arla and he then went back to the forge, once the paperwork was taken care of.
The forge was just finishing pounding out the blade.
master Drad had Arla instruct the forge on how foresighted, thick, wide, and heavy her katana should be. After she gave her measurements, the smithy once again took out a hammer and anvil and got them ready. He placed the unfinished katana into a kiln to wake the steel and silver enough to let it stoop to the mallet manipulation.
It took five or six minutes of being in the kiln before it was gear up, but Almighty Drad and Arla stuck around and watched the smithy work in his shop class. They watched him pound the katana at get-go free hand, then with a pair of tongs, and once more in a dramatis personae, to prevent the striking from spreading alloy that was not meant to move. The smithy was finished after another hours worth of workplace, with the sword and pummel. He then set to work on fitting it with a handle, using the Lapplander style as Arla had earlier picked out.
They watched as the bare metal became the Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe of a katana, custom built for Arla 's way and size of it. It came out to be three and one-half pes recollective, and had a razor sharp steel on. Arla 's centre lit up when he said that all that was left was the cocktail dress.
'Well, do you need the classic sheath, or would you like a book binding sheath ?'The smithy said, setting the finished sword on a counter, while sheaths were sought
'A classic design, please .'She said.
'And what color should you like the wrapping, and the clutch ?'He asked.
'The clutches should be black, and the wrapping shall be red, with pocket-size portions of black .'Arla directed the smithy.
'Okay, so, founder me another few hr, to hone the sheath to the brand, get minor nicks out of the blade, and overall perfective it. If there is anything you would care written upon the brand, now is the time to differentiate me where and what you want .'The smithy informed Lord Drad and Arla.
Lord Drad stepped in and spoke before Arla was permitted to do so. 'Engrave this at the very bottom of the leaf blade, and very modest .'He handed the Smithy a piece of sheepskin containing noble Drad 's seal of approval design. 'And upon the blade, it shall take intent of fire and lead, all about it. Make sure it is mysterious enough so that gouge do n't affect it as much .'
The Smithy nodded, and went about making the case. Around three time of day later, it was finished, and Arla had a accomplished sword to call her own. Lord Drad spoke with the smithy, and asked how much the service would cost him.
'Well, each bar of sword was 20 septims, and each of ash grey was 40 septims The divine service fee will be 200 septims, and the completed sword will come out to around, four hundred and forty septims'The smithy tallied up the government note. 'Also, if your working in the Imperial horde fort, you have a special discount rate, making the beginning legal profession of brand free .'
'No, I am virtuoso of Drad Merchant Co., but I am not directly associated with the Imperial Legions .'Godhead Drad told the smithy.
'Then four hundred forty it is .'He said. As he was paid, he handed Arla her brand with a slight bow of his fountainhead. Jehovah Drad and Arla walked back to the ship, and decided to start looking up architectural plan for deliveries.
nobleman Drad looked to the map in his cabin that closed in on the Vvardenfel Island, and sought trade wind routs that came near Vivec. He saw one, which lead him from New John Rock, to Dagon Fel, Vvardenfel, then on to Tel Mora, Morrowind, and finally, stopping right in the city of Vivec, Foreign Quarter. overlord Drad marked a new rout for the ship, on its rabble mapping, and Captains Log. He wrote out his aim in a few details.
Arla held her new katana in both her workforce, and swung it broadly. The cabin chambers were quite large, and she had enough way to swing loosely. Lord Drad continued to document the body process. He then wrote off a letter of the alphabet to his father, giving his particular steering of his ship, and where the stops would be.
The Northern Miner, a small tap house, needed a check sent away, to the amount of their spendings in goods. Their cargo to Dagon Fel consisted of a simple piece of paper with red ink upon it. But they were also guaranteed to arrive at another freight, on the way back, directed to New Rock, being able-bodied to make more deliveries, even on the way back.

admiral Ply gave the orders to shove off from interface, and head the way to Dagon Fel. They made unspoilt time, only a day and a one-half, and were loading up crate in Dagon Fel, for ten septims a piece. They made an easy 500 septims, by taking them to Tel Mora.
In Tel Mora, they were paid 6'000 septims to take 30 crates of potions to the Foreign twenty-five percent of Vivec. The journey was well balanced, for they now had just enough cargo to make it worth the stumble down to Foreign Quarter anyways. But Divine Drad was happy they were able to make some atomic number 79 on the way, paying for the trip in gold.
In the Foreign Quarter, they unloaded the crateful of potions and had them hauled up to the urban center medical university. Lord Drad then had no more rescue, so he had time to search for Navan Drasil. He also had time to await for a speech, for the takings nursing home, as not to waste a trip.
To begin his search, he looked in the canton used for selling slaves the most, which was the Arena Canton. Almighty Drad began to look for the established trade market there. Arla began pulling at his cloak, when she spotted her old possessor.
'And there is Navan .'She pointed out, showing Lord Drad a man in an elegant gown, and a fine silk cloak. He was a sharp trader, and businessman, lord Drad could see. 'He is the one whom put the captivation upon me, Master .'
'Very well, we have your documents, and all we need to do is pay the fee, and sign up certain official papers, and they should reverse the trance upon you .'They walked up to the kiosk, and mentioned whom they were, and their intent. 'And I am her current owner, and wish to sustain her enthrallment taken off, for I am capable of handling a thaumaturgist Slave. She is not worth as often to me, as a bare wench .'Lord Drad finished.
'Very well, just let me get the proper document, and you can hold her a put to work Mage by Sundown .'Drasil said happily. 'It is always a safe slew, seeing Sir Thomas More owners skilled enough to control illusion exploiter as hard worker. Only Wizards now days can do it normally, but it pleases me to see a Master that is not a Magician, controlling a sorcerer Slave .'The man said as he flipped through a monumental sum of parchment papers.
'Oh, I am a Magic User, Sir .'Lord Drad said .'I am a thaumaturge, of the bloodline Drad. I was trained at the Nord Academy 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 deception exploiter, and also, whatever rank you are in the Mages Guild will count for you when reversing this. Mages'gild phallus get half off of the fee .'Navan said, pulling out a quill now. lord Drad pulled out his own : a unadulterated nibbed Clifracer feathering, with a cap that was silver. 'Just star sign at the tail of every varlet .'Navan said.
'I am a 3rd degree Warlock, a 2nd level necromancer, and a 1st academic degree mage. My rank and file is Agent, and I am a Spellwrite of the society as well .'Lord Drad dipped his quill in the pot of red ink on the table, and began signing his clear-cut signature. It went quickly, the papers being signed and documented. After all the papers were done, Lord Drad got a copy of each plane, by way of illusion gemination.
'Now, we will go to the depot room right away, and I shall encounter the spell to remove this spell. I have it put in a scroll, in case I have need of a immediate black eye .'He was very cheery about his study. He was too cheery, in fact. 'The fee is three 100 septims I will require the gold upfront, I am afraid. Other than that, we are almost ready .'
They walked into the small way, and looked around a bit for his scrolls. He spied them up on top of one of the boxershorts, and pulled the bundle of old, embrown, spell scrolls. He searched through them a while, reading the small text of each one, in order to come up the one he was looking for.
Lord Drad saw the old charm, and knew they were in luck, as Navan pulled it out of the sheaf. They walked out into the small area before the cubicle, and Navan had Arla stand in the center of a lap drawn in the trading floor. He read off the incantation and the energy wrapped around him, and down his arm, into the roundabout, dispersing as it was nearing Arla. A fairly purple and green semblance the Energy took shape of ! Arla stood amazed at the gravitation of Magic that was being held on her, not letting her roll her own spells. The Magician whom created this was a Master of his craft indeed.
'Thank you !'Arla said to Navan. She looked to her skipper, and said. 'Master, it is my duty to record you the magnitude of my powers, in a demonstration. You shall then know the potentiality of your striver .'
Lord Drad thought about it. He looked to Navan, and spoke. 'Yes, it is. Is there a place around here that she is aloud to do a demo of Magic here ?'
Navan looked over his articulatio humeri. 'Our master post are in the St. Olms Guangzhou. seminal fluid with us this night, when we close. We will let you use our practice room, for a show. We will also supply a low demonstration, if you wish .'Navan replied, smiling with a sharply bite.
'That will accommodate me fine .'Lord Drad said. 'When do you shut ?'
'We will be closing in short under three hours .'Navan said. He tucked the Au Lord Drad gave him into a pocket-size chest, for investment firm. 'You may return here, or I can distinguish our office 's positioning on your map, and you can number there with your hard worker in three hours ; we will set you up a practice room. We will also demo you around our workshop, so you may see all the tools to aid you with your slave. I take it this is the showtime metre buying ; we specialize in helping new Owners .'Navan said.
Lord Drad was a simple Nord merchant. He did n't know anything about the mainstream Slave culture. But he did make out a sales pitching when he heard one. He knew the man 's style : Draw them in, make them well-to-do, then make a cut-rate sale based off of emotional and pulsation buying.
Even in Morrowind, Lord Drad thought, there are still gouger, just as there were back in Cyrodiil. 'Alright, Deutsche Mark it on my map, and we will use your area for a demonstration. I will take a few while of atomic number 79, but not much. I will buy a few things, but I have little gold to due with, so you 'll have to publicise with my little needs .'He explained, rather pushy, what was going to befall. But Navan took the come-on, and put Lord Drad in control of the conversation.
Back on the ship, the men were doing their day-to-day port duty. Whenever they were at porthole, they were to lave the deck of cards, condition the sails, chequer all wrinkle and rudders, and do general criminal maintenance. The crew was also to refill on water, where it could be gotten for free. master Drad took a cartridge clip control panel and walked into the computer storage room of the ship, where they kept their food supplying.
He took reckoning of their supplies, doing a perfect inventorying impediment. Arla stood future to him with an ink pot, as he held the pinion and posterboard. He looked up and down the shelves from front man to indorse, opening up console, checking every doorway. Arla helped by moving whatever her captain pointed to, and helping lead reckoning of all the somebody goods.
When they were finished, Lord Drad was able to estimate all the supplies, in a complete intellectual nourishment index. He then sat down in his billet, and decided what needed to be ordered and bought for provision, on their way back to Winterhold.
They had on board the ship justly then these things :
Lettuces 9
Tomato 5
Irish potato bag 6
boar meat 160 lbs.
Venison meat 50 lbs.
Rice 70 lbs.
shekels 30 lbs.
Tea 30 lbs.
table salt 60 lbs.
Herbs 37 lbs.
ball 12 crateful
wine-coloured ( cooking ) 17 nursing bottle
wine ( drink ) 8 bottleful
flour 25 lbs
garlic 40 bulbs
cheese 6 wheels

God Almighty Drad looked at the list, and then documented it in his Captain 's Log. It became more like a scrapbook of the ship, documenting everything in it. It was as if the wall in the Captain 's cabin could talk, and were writing their news report.
He then wrote out a lean of goods they would want to wee-wee it to Winterhold, Skyrim. He wanted to make no nutrient stops, and no breaks needed. He wanted to be in Winterhold by the 1st of May, which was just 5 days away. They were still in the city of Vivec, which was all the way on the Southern end of Vvardenfel.
When the list was made, it was labeled very simply, so that the gang could be easily charged with the task of gathering food and supplies from the traders of the city. full admiral Ply took 90 septims, and a few of his faculty military officer took 50 septims each. They went out with the listing nobleman Drad gave to them, as Lord Drad went to the St. Olms Canton, and to the main offices of the Slave monger'.
Lord Drad walked in, and was greeted by a young Breton, with a lowly mannikin, and a pretty grinning. 'Welcome to the Vivec St. Olms faction of Vvardenfel Slavers Co.'She said in a cunning Western phonation. She sounded as if she was from gamey Rock. 'What is your business here, Sire, dame ?'
'We were sent here by Navan Drasil, for a demonstration, and a bit of looking through your stocktaking .'Maker Drad said. He had a bag of gold with him, with around 50 septims in it, which was all he was volition to spend in this property, no matter how proficient the material looked.
The Breton nodded her question. 'Ah, yes, you will find Navan just through these door .'She pointed behind her. 'Our inventory and workshop is that way .'She pointed up the stairs, where there was a pocket-size logic gate, and then an unseen expanse.
'Navan said to come soon, so we shall go to this demonstration first .'Lord Drad spoke.
They walked into the binding, and discovered a wide size education elbow room, with a fighting pit, a bow compass, and a magic Practice subdivision as well. There were also John Cage, and cellular telephone, and bureau of stuff around. This was where the slaves were trained properly.
Navan was sitting next to a male Argonian slave, whom was taking a break from bow shooting. 'Ah, Lord Drad, honorable to see you here. We have the presentation all set up. It is a bit of an obstical course, but she will make it through just exquisitely, I am sure. There is nothing life-threatening, so do n't worry for her prophylactic .'He spoke to Jehovah Drad only.
'Of form .'Lord Drad said. 'Arla, are you ready to do this ?'He asked her.
'She is, of course .'Navan said. 'She would not have asked to execute this task without being ready. She was trained like that .'He answered for her. 'We trained her here, and we have never once had a faulty slave. Ask her even .'
'Arla ?'Lord Drad asked.
'He speaks the verity .'She said.
'Alright, well, continue then .'Lord Drad said.
She walked up to the recitation area, and looked to the spinal column of the bow range. There was a sack of watermellons at the end of the chain of mountains. Arla cast an outdoors mitt to the ground, pulling up the energy, and wrapping it around her unhurt arm. She then threw it quickly at the watermellons, splattering them and bursting them open, in a red rain. Her eye remained at the range the whole prison term.
Navan looked to her hurl the spell, and made comment on her. 'She just cast off an energy magic spell at it. It took them, and sent enough energy into them to burst outdoors .'Arla saw the small chest in the center of the room, and knew she was to open it. She pushed her fingerbreadth to the story, and picked up a pinch of junk, then poured it into the lock. She stepped back a bit, and pulled her handwriting out about her, as she was grabbing at the air. She collected the Energy Department from the air, and sent it into the lock hole. It froze up well, freezing the junk in property, she then knelt down, and used the magnificent power of the ground, to forgather her vigor. She drew up a red energy, with a fateful shade to it. She cast it directly into the lock kettle of fish, breaking the ice into shatters, and snapping the lock off of it.
Navan explained to Lord Drad that she was using primary push, which was a panache of genius that Worlocks used. He said that Magic that was pulled out of specific elements, and not out of objects, or your own store, then it was elementary conjuring trick. He said that normal Magic was generated by a store of push we have already in our bodies ... which are the simple, almost second hand like spells, that we master in. Then, you have the while that you have to learn, which you may or may not make enough energy to do out of your own supplying. You may then get wind an improver to come in upon your spells, making them all more powerful. A way of directly collecting energy right when you perform your charm. Now, the most difficult spells are Ritual Magic, which most times, you will find shaman specializing in. They draw their high amounts of required vim right from their ritual. In fact, most of the operational persona of a ritual are not the creating of the charm, but the collecting of energy.
By the time Navan had explained the different type of Magic, overlord Drad had seen his hard worker destroy a small crateful with a flyspeck bolt of muscularity the sizing of his quill pen .'I am a seasoned whizz, I know the styles and types .'overlord Drad told Navan.
'Oh, of course you are. I was just mentioning them out of substance abuse, thinking outloud I guess .'He replied. He was deffinately form of strange : just a bit too happy about his job. But, he was also a Manic picayune fellow, whom had spent time beyond the Bill Gates, into the relm of Sheogorath, which was named properly, the Shivering Isles. He was comfortably insane.
Arla went to the terminal object. She saw a ghost at the end of the range, and knew it to be harmful, by its aura. She threw a ball of attack down at it, and immediately sent another energy bolt after it. She started flinging out bolt of vim from her arm, hitting the ghost one by one, weakening its aura. She then gathered vim from the air about her, and flung a charged energy thunderbolt after the ghost, which was now advancing on her. It hit the wraith in its pep pill region, and the phantasm disappeared.
'She is a very skilled Magician in destruction, and delusion I can recite. I wonder what else she can do in other W. C. Fields .'Navan kept remarking with things like this every few bit.
Arla then finished her demonstration and walked back to her schoolmaster, getting on her knee in wax display. She kept her headway down, and center lowered in respect to her Master, and awaited for his orders. Lord Drad petted her top dog, as one would do a small kitty. 'You may stand, and watch over me, Arla .'
She got to her metrical unit, and stood a step behind Divine Drad with her bridge player behind her back, locked there in a business firm grip. She was silent, and ready to serve well overlord Drad, just as she was perfectly trained to do. Navan, knowing it was his accomplishment that shaped Arla like that, glowed in pride at his work being so well used.
'Ah, if you are all done, you will find our memory up here, unadulterated with everything a slave possessor should have, for a very affordable monetary value .'Navan said, leading them up some steps. They were then in a way full of shackles, ambush, neckband, collar, circle, masks, specialized apparel, and former assort gear, all for maintaining a slave. 'Most of it is under ten Au per item .'Navan stated, as Lord Drad walked up one of the aisles.
Arla was a foot away from him, as though she were leashed. She kept her head up, but her eyes down and on master Drad. She did look about the equipment some though. Lord Drad saw what looked like a length of ship Ernst Boris Chain. But it was a trine. 'It 's for Orc slaves .'Navan said, seeing the tone Maker Drad gave. 'Only stuff that 'll take hold 'em .'
Lord Drad found two items that interested him. He found a pinch, which had a particular loop, for attaching leashes, roofy, and other things such as that. He saw that the monetary value was only 5 Septims for it, he grabbed it. He also liked the mask that was hanging up on a ledge. It was a masquerade costume Masque, and it had a female person facial expression, with bleak scratches all over it, as if her pale whiten bod was being ripped to reveal the bloody red bones. And the mask portreyed very well.
master Drad looked at some leashes, and got one, just as an impulse item. He also got her a small-scale blanket, in which she could wrap up in durring the day. Since she was small, she could curl up in a chair, and she could use that cover now to keep warm.
Navan gave them a price reduction on both the reversial of enchantments, and for the goods he bought. 'As one Mage to a Wizard, you are a uncommon sight. Even for one whom studies Magic, you are a rarefied lot 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 thin-skinned one .'Navan said .'I congratulate you on your acquirement, lord genius !'
Lord Drad and Arla walked back to the ship lilliputian after dark, and went to their cabin. Lord Drad put down the catch and mask, and then had Arla set down the leash and her blanket. She set them down on the president right next to her.
'I am going to generate the order to Admiral Ply to clear way to Seyda Neen 1st thing in the cockcrow .'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 leash, and put it gently on the table. She picked up her masque and also set it on the table. Her blanket, she put on her usual chair, which was great, and very diffuse. She could see herself curled up in that on dusty days.
She sat in her chair with her blanket, curled up, and reading her parchments that Lord Drad had written out for her. She wanted to read as near she could, and to analyse his will, and become adamantine in her duties would be the expert thing for her she knew. She was curled up as a kitty when her Master returned from the deck, his cloak a bit wet.
'It 's about to get down raining tonight .'He commented to her. 'We will be in for gravelly weather tomorrow, and the side by side day as well, to the highest degree likely. The Inner Sea, here on the westward slope of Vvardenfel, gets many spring storms, and it will be a devilishly ride back up to Solstheim. I made a rout back up the coast, but did not count on tempest .'Lord Drad looked to the table, then noticed Arla at his knee, awaiting parliamentary law. He picked up the collar, and wrapped it gently around Arla 's cervix, tightening it properly. He took the leash, and clasped it to the neckband, holding the plow side.
Arla awaited her master 's move, for her to displace, or otherwise. She remained on her knees, at aid, for any signs from her Owner. Her Master finally yanked the leash, pulling her to her feet. She walked to her passe-partout '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 leash, so we will have to try it out like this .'Her lord 's voice, she could tell, was set on this, wanting to discover a new art. She gladly smiled, and nodded her head, happy to see her possessor 's grin. 'The leash, we will not be using so very very much, but the collar you are to keep on, being a symbolisation .'
Her master copy walked about the Foreign Quarter of the metropolis of Vivec with her, behind him and leashed. She kept her distance to a whole step back from her maestro, being the most practical of space to be at post. She followed her overlord 's every movement with bully attention to her professional 's needs.
Lord Drad went down into the Canton 's many covered areas, where they were surrounded by shops and stores, along with a bit of people moving about the sphere, in an inside market. Godhead Drad took this opportunity to appear for sleazy goods, to grace his cabin a bit more. He had never really made it as a menage, but now he knew he was going to pee-pee that ship his permanent residence. He picked up a number of things, from a globe with a stand, and a paries map of the many oceans and Seas. He also got an time of day glass, along with a nice calendar, made with the steer custody of Mages'Guild stargazer. It all cost him around 100 Septims.
By ten at night, Arla and her Master were just putting all his new decorations into the office, and setting them up. It was eleven at dark when there were finally done with that, and onto the early project. 'What am I going to do about a craft, to make the trip up North worth while. It 's not like me to go from one major metropolis without leaving with consignment to be taken to another city .'lord Drad said to himself, as he smoked his pipage, aloft in his chairman comfortably.
The night wore on with Lord Drad in his hot seat, smoking his pipe, and drinking a pocket-sized amount of skooma in a cup of tea. It would be just enough to send him into a peaceful dream commonwealth. Arla was curled up in her chair, now right wing side by side to noble Drad 's, that way she could tend his pipe, and facilitate him fix his drinks as he needed.
When the hour glass emptied once more, they knew the hour to be one in the morning. noble Drad gulped the lastly of his tea, and then took off his cloak. Arla took it, and hung it up on the rack, then came back to help her Master to his bedroom.

To Dream of the Mist
overlord Drad laid in his bed, with Arla following to him, her warm consistence next to his. He saw into the sky, stars all about him, the mist incedibly wooden-headed, but balmy as pillows to touch. He reached out, and grabbed a small handful of the superstar, the dust all over his fingertips now.
Arla saw him reach up and grab at the air in the cabin, but knew not what her maestro was doing, or what he wanted to seize. She watched as he looked at his fingers, as if they had something in them. She knew her master copy was drinking skooma, but had never seen the drug in effect before. She only knew that hallucinations were one of the many outcome of it though.
Creator Drad went off into his someone dream, only he felt them, he was in them. The mist about him turned to ash, and he was pulled into it. There, he saw the eyes of Dagoth Ur, the Devil of the deal. He felt the ash then move around to a sprey from the sea, and hit him in the face harshly. The area about him became the deck of his ship, and he was sailing hard into the North, trying to keep themselves at a fast pace. They could n't be running from the storm, for it was just a spring storm, and they were already in it. They must birth been trying to outsail something else.
By the meter noble Drad had turned, another sprey hit him in the face, and the scene changed to a diminished stump in the Arcane University, in the imperial beard urban center, with a row of Harlan Fiske Stone benches curved about it. It was where his social class for Summoning were usually taught. He sat at the dais, and he had a small gemstone 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 foot, then proceded to eat itself, tail first. This was a distant remembering lord Drad had, from when he showed the power one could have got over an beast 's will, when you use the baron of fancy, invocation, and summoning. He was promoted in the Mages'society the day he made that intro.
But the snake then burst into another mist, this metre undimmed red, with run of black and yellow bolting through them. Lord 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 incline to side in his bed. His body, she noticed, was now covered in sweat, and his intimation was getting shorter. She watched him mouth out some words, and then cast his hand about the night air, but nothing after that.
Lord Drad started to once again see through the mist once more, to get that he was now in the Imperial City, Waterfront District. He was behind the last-place theater of the street, and the fencing was lit up by a torch ... the torch came from a man leaning against the the Great Compromiser house. He was of a slender frame, lankey, and had a speedy deal. For an imperial, he was rather tall as well.
'Alright, I am Christophe, and I am the gimlet of the Thieves'Guild for the Waterfront, here in the Imperial metropolis .'The man said. Creator drad noticed the four early people standing there as well, all nodding their headspring. 'You are all members of this order, and can all get the Saame benefeits from it. Your independent theives, so go and slip matter .'Christophe walked to the center of the group. 'You may all work in this city together, without disputes. All you need to do, is come here, to our local order student residence, where you will see single-valued function, and you will also see bullitin circuit board. Use them. set out what you are planning to steal ... just marking the firm will exact it as your own, and if mortal else from this guild hits it before you, you take it up with one of the Guild gimlet. That is how it works for major chore. For pickpocketing and petty offence, you guys have fun ... .hell, if it does n't step in with major bang, you can even pickpocket each other. But no robbery on any other extremity. Pickpocketing keeps a man on his toes, but it 's no longer useful if it is getting in the way of making some Septims .'He explained, the flashlight illuminating his face brightly.
The torch then went out from the wind of the night, leaving Godhead Drad in the darkness. He could separate he was moving, as if he were in a ship, and that it was making way libertine than many could hope. The ship rode into the Nox, the mist taking it from all around.
Lord Drad was at the ship 's police chief 's draw close, giving out order of magnitude to steady the ship, keeping the lead from getting a detainment of the sails and dragging them under the waving. He got another spray of misty seawater in his face, and he awoke. It was seven in the morning, by the light coming from the curtain.
Creator Drad awoke with Arla at his English, laying next to him with her arms wrapped about him. The ship 's gang could be heard outside hustling to get the ship out of haven, Admiral Ply 's spokesperson ringing out rules of order to the men. His shouts rang in his headspring, and Lord Drad knew that he was about to have a very bumpy day, because the skooma the dark before was a strong batch sufficiency to lay down him pass into a blackness eternal sleep.
Arla awoke as her master got out of bed. He quickly got dressed, and had his vest on. Arla got out of bed, and ready for the day, as her headmaster had told her she may do every morning, with routine. She waited outside the bathroom 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 truehearted pet to be sure.
Her Master came out of the bathroom, and she walked in, doing her business organisation quickly, and washing her case. The ship had an interest pump arrangement, being fused with magic to keep it going. When she came out of the bathroom, her lord was pulling on his blade smash, along with a quiver of arrows, and a bow, which was unstrung, but with the string attached to it.
Arla started putting her clothes on. She pulled over a shirt, made from cotton, and then a long sleeved shirt of fur, to keep back warm. She put on a twain of drawers made of fur as well, to prevent warm. She put her scarf of silk on, and came next to her schoolmaster, kneeling side by side to him.
His sass spoke softly to her, as she heard him, she paid attention well. 'You need to tell Admiral Ply to amount to my government agency, which I will be in for the next few minute. He and I need to speak, and while we do, you are to remain mum, in the courner over here. You may kink up in your mantle if you wish, but keep to your chair .'She nodded her head teacher in aknowledgement of his orders.
She left her lord in his room, and she walked into the role of the cabin. Taking the cloak hung up, she swung it on and headed out the door to the deck. She walked about the pack of cards quickly, having an docket, and showing it in her movements. Admiral Ply was on the forth deck of cards, in the caboose eating a promptly early breakfast when Arla approached him.
'Admiral Ply .'She said, standing before him.
'Yes, madam Arla .'He said, looking up from a meal of boar ham and ball.
'I was sent to tell you to meet my overlord in his federal agency .'Arla said with a sedate accent. 'He said he would be there for a few hours or so, so I assume he would let the time be up to you .'
'I understand, dame Arla .'He said, then taking another morsel from his food.
Arla walked back up the stairs to the deck of cards, and into her passe-partout 's cabin. He was sitting at his desk, with a stack of parchment in front of him. He was adding up all the freight, and all of the gold spending. He put it all into a folder, and placed it in his desk. She knew he was in use, but not so busy as to not want her to break up him with an update.
'Master, I have given the summons to admiral Ply. Do you have any former Holy Order for me, captain ?'She said, kneeling at his side. Her head remained bowed as her Master pat her gently, making her spirit all the delectation she could ever imagine.
'Go into the chamber, and bring out a small pot of tea, for me and the Admiral to fuddle while we begin our discussion .'He said, still petting her head. 'Bring out all the mise en scene as well, and put it on a trey, we will get hold of it there, and fix it ourselves .'
Arla glowed with a thick satisfaction, having her passe-partout use her properly. She went into the William Chambers, and began a pot to churn, and set up a tea pot with flick tea, and prepared the cup and spoons, setting them all on a trey, and putting a small dish of Milk River and a small-scale sweetheart of wampum on the tierce as well, then setting it up in the agency. She waited while the tea began to churn, as her captain continued to go about his obligation.
It was about noon when Admiral Ply knocked at overlord Drad 's office door. 'Enter, Admiral !'Jehovah Drad barked. The Admiral walked into the cabin, where Godhead Drad 's berth was located. Arla heard him enter, so she came into the office from the chambers.
Admiral Ply was sitting in the chair opposition of Lord Drad 's, and Arla 's chairman was just side by side to her Master 's. She came in, and curled up in her blanket, her spike perked, listening to her Master and the Admiral speak, as a little kitty would do.
They spoke of their next moves, as Captains. Her captain told admiral Ply that he would be operating a small ship built for coastal deliveries, and take a inadequate path at number one, to get him used to commanding a ship of his own.
admiral Ply thanked lord Drad when he heard the news. But her passe-partout finished the subject area by saying to him. 'But, this is of minuscule importance, for we will not be there for another week, at least. What is of import is finding a proper livery from Seyda Neen to either New Rock, or Winterhold. Even just to somewhere along the way from there .'
full admiral Ply snapped back to attending. 'Well, maitre d', there is always a chance that individual in Ebonhart will now need some goods shipped, and you definitely want to take the West route .'
'Yes, and I heard that the markets there were doing well, raising their prices, meaning they are also gaining in commodity .'Her master copy added. 'We should be able to find something very quickly. Tell the work party to pass water way to Ebonhart, when we see it. Also, while there, get the crew to all use up stocks of their weapons, the conditions, and the usefulness of them ... .if there is enough demand, we will resupply the unscathed crew with new weapons, and new equipment, all on the Drad merchandiser Co.'
'Yes, Captain .'full admiral Ply said. 'And what about the stores, shall they be filled with even more trade good ?'
'No, we have enough to finale us another week and a half, without any Newmarket. We will form it with what we have, Admiral Ply .'Her Master said .'I have just checked the inventory, and all is well. We will also give some fish meshing into the water when we make it up North a trivial bit. I heard Matshire run in school in the Inner Sea. We 'll have our hand at them for indisputable .'
Admiral Ply nodded. Arla watched as her original got more comfortable in his chair while speaking with the Admiral. She as well got more comfortable, now wrapping into a little ball in her cover, and snuggling herself. She was so precious, and she was sure her schoolmaster thought so as well. He looked over to her with a soft smile every now and again, which made Arla 's slight heart race when he did.
The conversation between them ended with a rather concern note. Her maestro looked up to Admiral Ply, as he was getting up, and said to him. 'And where would you like to own a skooma Nox at, full admiral Ply ?'
Admiral Ply looked with astonishment at his skipper, whom was never heard of taking breaks for a Nox, even to let the bunch rest, he always split them in two duty period, to still save time. With no answer from the rather shocked admiral Ply, master Drad snapped his fingers, so admiral Ply would snap out of it. 'Or perhaps there need be any skooma for you, if you are already dreaming .'Her headmaster said jokingly to Admiral Ply with a laugh voice. Arla giggled as she watched.
'Um, well, if you want to do it on land, I suggest not following to any major metropolis, cause you know the gang is bound to deliver some rough ones .'full admiral Ply began, blushing now. 'And if you do it at sea, I would at least keep to the Inner Sea, seeing as how you can come through a dunk in this water, if you have the power to swim ; in the Sea of Ghosts, the temperature will reverse you blue within two minutes. I would suggest going up to the westward Gash region, and making a small full point in Gnar Mok, which is not so big of a city. There, we will bear just the aright area, with just enough trouble around for the crew to get into .'
Arla could n't help but to giggle at his reply. Her master turned to her, and his eyes told her to stay quiet. She bowed her head, then tucked her backtalk under the cover, keeping snug and quiet.
Her original spoke to Admiral Ply succeeding with a slight dissimilar tonicity, indicating that he was in a modality for a rupture. 'Admiral, we have fifty feeding bottle of skooma, each feeding bottle with decent in it for two jam .'His manner was relaxed, sitting in his comfortable chairwoman, his feet propped on his desk. As Admiral Ply looked down at him, he listend well the Son his captain rung. 'It is clock time that I start taking more lax livery. I am the Champion after all, and I have the right to take more lax line of work if I wish. I happen to ask the urgent contracts, because I am good at them, and I needed that spear carrier bonus. But right now, I think we are going to just take a drop-off month, where we just enjoy ourselves. reckon it a working vacation .'
Now the Admiral was surely dumbfounded. Creator Drad would never have said that when the admiral had first met him. But he kept his amazement to himself, and said. 'Yes, Captain, and we thank you, Sir .'With a very formal voice.
As she saw admiral Ply leave the way, Arla came and knelt succeeding to her Master. He looked to her and was about to verbalize, but he kept shutting his mouth. He could not receive the words. Eventually, after a few minutes of persuasion, he simply leaned back in his desk and said. 'Pull out my pipage, Arla, and compact it with that sweet cherry foliage .'
Arla got up from her chair, yawning, then walked to the desk, where she put the leaf. She pulled out her skipper 's pipe from her pouch, and then grabbed a pinch of ruddy leaf from the bag. She sifted it, and earth it, then packed it firmly into his pipe for him. She set it to his sass, where he took it, then lit a match, and let her Master powderpuff it a while, before waving the match out, and discarding it in the ashtray upon her Master 's desk.
Her Master shut his eyes, and drifted off into a aspiration. The impression of skooma ; it stays in your organisation, and continues to give you dreams and delusion until it is all filtered out of your stream. He held his tube to the side, and Arla picked it up before he dropped it. She worried for her maestro now, seeing that he was addicted to the center. He had only had a single pane of it, and he was already coming down from the drug 's nasty side essence.
Arla barred the room access to the cabin, leaving them locked in concealment, so her Master could recover from his stipulation. She saw her Master go through the waves of powerful nap. It was mighty powerful hooey, Arla knew, and her headmaster had taken quite a bit ... .is this how the whole crew going to be when they all drank it ?
Lord Drad 's intellect became crazy, and he saw the world through the eyes of a wolf, an animal, ready to strike. He stared at the door, and saw the whorl. He looked to Arla, his hard worker, and he knew that they were dependable for the moment. He then became indifferent. His mentality let him relax.
'Master, let me help you get into bed .'She asked him.
Lord Drad knew that this was not natural skooma. It was infected with moonlight Sugar for for certain. It could not be given to the crew, and could not be allowed to be spread. He was in a calm air state of mind, at the here and now, void of imaginativeness and delusions. He simply could cogitate straight.
'Arla, listen to me. I am poisoned with Moon Sugar. The skooma was laced with it. It was not pattern skooma, and it will sicken the crowd. You must find me the potions box I carry in my way. I have to pimp the medication used for recovering addict. Fortunately, it is easy to prepare, needing only a few pinches of Ashsalts, a bit of the skooma itself, and some of my blood. It will show me how much I am in indigence to take by the colouring it turns when I add the ashsalts to it .'
Arla saw her Master was in his right wing brain now, and needed her help. She ran into his sleeping accommodation, and searched for his potions box, where he kept all of his needed tools. She looked next to his bed, and side by side to the bathroom. She almost gave up when she spotted it sitting following to the weapons stand. She grabbed it, and ran back into the office.
'Master, I have the potions box for you, and the rest of the skooma .'noble Drad heard his slave say, from behind his chair. He had her set up the alembic, and then the mortar and pounder, along with the early equipment. Almighty Drad put the small phial under very hot, clean flame coming from the burner of the potions set. He added ashsalts to the vial, then a bit of skooma from the bottle that he drank it from. He cut his petty finger, and let the blood trickle into the vial. It boiled quickly, and turned a bright pinko, and then murky red coloration, telling overlord Drad that he had more Moon cabbage in his system than he had skooma. He had to consume a concentrated sum of money of medication to balance the effects of the Moon saccharide.
Arla saw her maestro 's pain in the ass, and could see she could do nothing to help him. He was in his own privet netherworld, and she had to restrain it to herself, lest the crew see their maitre d'hotel in such a state. When he was better, he would be able to pluck out of this.
lord Drad mixed the chemicals, along with the ash of taproot leave-taking. It would add in enough chemical to thrust off a hangover. noble Drad was full at potion qualification, and knowing what effects balanced what. It was rather easy, he thought, if only his body was more capable while he was like this.
After fifteen minutes, the potion was done, sitting in a cooling ampul. Arla saw her master copy down the vial in one drink. He then got up, and walked to his Sir William Chambers. He knew he had another five hours before they arrived in Seyda Neen. Arla knew her sea captain would be ripe then, but that he would ask to have things ready to go then. She set to work cleaning up the potions box, putting it back where it was found, then setting her overlord 's office back into orderliness.
She saw her master copy laying on his bed, with his implements of war stretched out astray, and his legs straight out. She could not assist but to go over to him, and get atop him, sitting on the back of his legs. She leaned down and put her deal to his neck, rubbing it gently, and firmly. She rubbed him all the way down his binding, and over his rib, completely relaxing her master. She purred as she felt her Master 's contented gasp of air. She continued to rub him until she felt him devolve to sleep.
She went into the power, and pulled the tea trey back into the sleeping room, where she began to stir up Sir Thomas More water supply. She knew her Master would want tea by this time, so she got to it before he woke up. He would also require something to eat. She pulled out a bit of the bristleback heart, and placed it over the fire on a low grated grill. She pulled out a loaf of the unsliced kale, and cut off a few fade of it. She put them over the flames, near some ember, to arrive at them goner.
When Lord Drad awoke, he had tea future to him, still hot, and a denture of bristleback meat, eggs, toast with butter, and a small Eugenia aromaticum of fake garlic, to mix with his ballock. His striver had prepared his meal for him while he slept. He was more grateful than he could yet express to her.
Arla watched her Master scarf down all of the eggs within a few bites, using the toast and fork as a low scoop. She saw her meal, once a large plate full of nutrient, become goose egg in a thing of instant, her Master 's hunger consuming it completely.
Her lord looked to her, and thanked her for making such a meal. 'Arla, I see you have been taking upkeep of your Master, even whilst he sleeps .'He said to her. 'If you will aid me in finding my maps, and sliding a table in here. I will plat our course properly .'
Arla grabbed a few mathematical function from her passkey 's office, and pulled a table into the chamber, next to Lord Drad 's bed. She watched as her Master wrote down particular counsel for his Admiral to issue the bunch. He gave exact co-ordinate, and he marked on the map each guiding landmarks. She noticed that his pencil never stopped moving, always writing notes and speaking, silently.
Her passe-partout, after a patch, got up and put on his cap, 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 !'Godhead Drad said, patting him on his berm.
He turned. 'Yes, Captain .'
'We have a problem, and we need to get to Seyda Neen as quickly as possible .'Almighty 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, chieftain, but what is the thing ?'admiral Ply asked, worried now. 'You seem very shaken about this .'
'Come to my cabin, and we shall talk there .'Arla heard her Master say. 'It has to do with out extra crates, so do 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 chair. He took out a bag of deal foliage, and began to break it up, then compact it into his pipage. He snapped his fingers, and Arla knew to come to him with a peer, and light his pipe. She zipped it across her belt, and held the burning match to light 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 half of the bottle in a whole tea pot, so I got a little bit per dot. It was adequate to make me pass into a inkiness Sleep, Ply .'Her professional explained .'I did a tincture check on it today, and found it to be laced with Moon Sugar. I had to take an anti-venom, because my consistence was rejecting it so badly. This crateful of skooma we carry is not to be used. It is cheating, and more powerful than any on this ship can handle. The only ones I would finger good about selling this to is a Mage at the Imperial University looking for study exams .'
'But sir, who would be able to set up a link like that ?'admiral Ply asked .'I feel that the theives'Guild here is rather low on business. And surely, the Theives'lodge in the imperial metropolis would have such contacts, but when would we be able-bodied to get down there to trade in it off ?'
'We will keep it on board ship, but we will not come to it. We are going to be in the main Skyrim docking facility in a hebdomad or so now, and we will be there for quite a while. There, we will sell off the gold bars, and we will split it up .'Lord Drad told full admiral Ply. 'But there is also where you will be leaving my company. You will be in burster of the merchant course of instruction ship Weatherstride, and you will there opt your crew of 12 skimmer from the main Skyrim power .'
Admiral Ply shook his head, and thanked his master for the promotion. 'It means a lot to me, Captain Drad. I have wanted my own ship for quite some time now, and I thank that you have seen me as worthy of having one .'He praised.
'Just bring in sure you keep it in good precondition. It is a new ship, and will steer like one. develop it in a bit to get it in ordering. obtain its kink, and progress to use of them .'Lord Drad instructed. 'Also, you are getting the path from incus, Cyrodiil, to Bravil, Cyrodiil. I will ascertain out what your deliveries will consist of, but you will get them there quickly, and be a regular merchant ship .'
'I understand Captain Drad .'
'Now, make for sure to keep the skooma a secret. Dismissed .'Lord Drad said. admiral Ply left the cabin, and went about his obligation. Arla then walked to her Master, and knelt besides him .'I have no orders for you right now, Arla .'Her schoolmaster told her, rubbing her chin gently.
'May I study a few magic books, passkey ?'She asked, her top dog bowed.
Her schoolmaster looked at her, and she peeked up at him with easygoing pleading eye. She knew he would fall, and he did. 'Yes, and take a crap sure you start with the lower tier. I want you to con a stemma amount of return magics, before you go into destruction, or religious mysticism magic trick .'
She got up, and went to her Master 's program library of arcane volume. She saw them to be filled with all sorting of keys to magical theories. She took as many notes as she could fathom, and could comprehend, and looked up everything she could experience dreamed. She knew her Master had half of the Arcane University 's stalked books, by the fullness of the library.
Her lord sat alone in his office, drawing out program to get to the Topal Sea, in southerly Cyrodiil She noticed about him now, that he did not use other the great unwashed'penning tool : he kept his own set, with a pencil, pen, and brush.
Arla knew after a few hours that they were pulling into the belittled docks of Seyda Neen. Her Master was going here maybe to say the the great unwashed that he had sold the skooma to not to trade it to anyone. She would keep abreast 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 net stage, from her studies before coming up to him and kneeling before him. 'Master, I am at your service .'
Her passkey stood tall above her, and she could experience his gaze upon her. 'You are going to be helping me this night, Arla. I am going to necessitate you to hold a few things for me, while I handle some occupation. I am going to betray off the rest of this skooma tonight, and I do not like to let the whole crowd know we are going to be selling it all off. I just take you to be my surplus hands tonight, alright, Arla .'He told her.
She nodded her fountainhead, and smiled, waiting her undertaking. 'What may I do for now, Master ?'She asked.
'Go to the secret grate in the floor, on the first deck of cards, and you will notice the bag of skooma, get it. Once it is here, go and get me the bars of atomic number 79. We are going to have them melted down and made into genuine septims, so we are not carrying around unmarked atomic number 79 .'Her master copy ordered. 'Then return, and we will get started on our clientele .'
Arla ran down to the first pack of cards, and into the gold cabinet, then under the rug. She pulled up the loose floor board, and grabbed the bag of skooma bottles, along with the six bars of gold. She then replaced the floor board and rug, making her way back up to her victor. The skooma was rather laboured, for as light of a liquid state it was. She brung the skooma and gold up to her maestro 's office, and told him she was finished.
'Now, we are just about docked in Seyda Neen. We will be here until daybreak tomorrow. We are stopping here to maybe blame up a delivery on the way to Winterhold .'Her Master told her. 'While here, we are going to sell the rest of this skooma to the local stealer, but at a higher price, considering what it is .'
Arla listened well to her Master '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 rescue. I want you to follow me, and be ready to pluck back to the ship somewhere around one and two in the cockcrow to get the skooma and gold .'Her Master told her. She nodded her chief. 'And you will be needed of course, for random early little inside information .'
Her Master then went into his 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 mess between himself and Ralflod, marking the amount of skooma and sum of money of gold traded. It also had the gift of Arla, to lord Drad. This book was obviously the black securities industry volume that Lord Drad kept, marking all of the illegal proceedings he had done.
'I started this log when I first sold the skooma, knowing I would postulate record book of my doings, even if they were illegal. So, from now on, all off the record transactions we do, that is not done under contract bridge from Drad Merchant Co., will be recorded in this book from now on .'Her victor told her. The leger he held was four inches thick, and had a black leather concealment on it, not yet marked .'I am making it the surrogate captain 's Log, so we may deliver a make out record book of what is happening on this ship. When I branch off a bit, in Cyrodiil, I will be doing more and more freelancing, and maybe even a bit of marauder work, on a few coastal islands. I will get a liaison in the Thieves'social club in Cyrodiil, and will then be capable to fence off the point for a fair amount of net .'
Arla nodded once more. She knew her schoolmaster was excited about this, and she was glad he was so. But she knew if he were to rant on, he would leave to let her at simplicity. 'Master, would it please you if I were at ease for the meter being ?'She asked him, while he was puffing his pipe.
'Yes, of grade, Arla .'He said. Lord Drad walked around the desk, and pulled the maps back, and folded them up, clearing a small fortune of his desk. He then went about sorting out all of his papers, and cleaning up his desk. When it was finally pick of all excess lambskin, he sat down in his chairman, and puffed his pipe more comfortably. 'Arla, go bring a wine glassful out of my Chambers, please. And under my bed is a bottle of imperial beard City 's elderly Iliac. It 's the well wine this side of somersaulting isle. Bring two glasses in fact .'He told her.
Arla got out of her hot seat, and went into her Master 's sleeping accommodation, gathering the two shabu, and the bottle of red wine. She sat them on her captain 's desk, and awaited boost instructions. 'Master, what is my next aim ?'She asked.
'Bring your president over here, and sit with me .'He said. She did as told, getting her chairperson as close to his as she could. Lord Drad poured her a field glass of the sweet red wine-coloured, then some into his own chicken feed. He opened the alternate Captain 's Log, and began to indite in it his unique cursive script script.

We have gathered the finally fifty bottleful of skooma, minus the one I drank from. I found, upon drinking a loony toons 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 Thieves'Guild. We will mark the dealing properly in this Word to show phonograph recording of it.
Arla waited for her Master to take the first sip of his wine, before she would even touch her glass. He set the black book aside, and took a sip from his glass. It was tasty, with just enough sweet to balance out the intrinsic fermented flavor of alcohol. Arla then took a sip of hers after her Master had sat down his glass.
'Look out the doorway there, and evidence me how close to being docked we are, Arla .'Lord Drad ordered her. She went to the door, and opened it. She peeked her head outside, then back in.
'Master, we are just now pulled up to the wharfage, and the crew is tying us off .'She reported to her master dutifully .'I think it would be safe to unboard the ship now .'
Maker Drad walked to the door, and threw on his cloak. He then made his way off the pack of cards of the ship and on the dock, where Arla took his arm and walked him down the street of Seyda Neen. They went all about the townspeople, looking for random workshop, and inns. They found the bulletin board in the town center had all the stores deliveries written on it. It turned out that the imperial beard Scouts had three crates of equipment they needed sent to their sentinel in Dagon Fel, where they were being trained. lord Drad made his way to the federal agency, and spoke with the leading officer.
By the meter all the details of the journey were worked out, it was well past tense ten at night. They were loading the ship with the cargo, as Lord Drad and Arla walked into the local anesthetic inn, and ordered a beverage, keeping a lookout for Ralflod. He was usually in this inn, Lord Drad was sure.
The shipment of the crates would come out to 50 septims per crate, a 300 Septim shipping bang, and from the Drad merchant Co. Lord Drad made another 100 septims, for his bonus. That made the misstep Worth 450 septims, plus an extra 100 for Godhead Drad.
Lord Drad spotted Ralflod, and ordered an extra mead. 'Ralflod, I ca n't seem to remember where to buy those fence posts at, can you conduct me ?'Maker Drad said to him, handing him the drink .'I have some more to work with now .'
Ralflod looked amazed at Lord Drad, along with his slave, Arla, on a leash and choker .'I ... I do. I can help ya .'He said, shaking off the thoughts. 'Make your way to the usual smear at around one tonight, and we will do line of work .'He then walked off in the tavern.
Lord Drad walked out of the inn, him holding the leash connected to Arla. He walked them back to the wharf, and sat as his gang pulled the utmost of the three crates in the ship. They were huge, the size as a human is tall, and as wide as a Big Dipper. They were filled with stem, arrows, cloaks, and small dagger. All were stacked compactly, making them even heavier. Lord Drad noticed the ship sink in the water another foot, indicating how much weight the ship had taken in because of the crateful.
He walked back into the ship, and went to his office, where he marked in the Captain 's Log the livery, pickup, and measure for the transaction. He made sure everything was just right in computing, then placed it in the invoices.
At one in the break of day, Arla and her master 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 shift down on the level. 'Well, what is it, Lord Drad ?'Ralflod asked.
´49 bottle of skooma, laced with Sun Myung Moon carbohydrate .'Almighty Drad replied. 'It 's far too strong for the gang of my ship to wield, and I am not going to maintain it around. If you can find Mages willing to claim it, that would be preferable .'
Ralflod looked at the sack, and said. 'We have only a bit more revenue, so what are you thinking per bottle ?'
'30 septims per bottle, and if you do n't have enough to cover that, give me what you have in gold, and move over me a contact that I may join the Cyrodiil 's Thieves'guild. I want a guaranteed spot in the brass .'Arla heard her Master great deal with the petty thief.
'I can do that. I can give you 500 septims for the skooma, and the eternal rest can only be paid with info .'Ralflod said, keeping his center locked on the skooma.
'Then the skooma is yours, Ralflod, but under one more stipulation only. I want you to call me that you wont betray it to those you know ca n't treat it. This is for powerful Magic exploiter only, and even that needs to be taken at a small-scale pane, as I found out. I want you to sell it to Mages in the Mages'social club, getting it into the right helping hand, in doing so. It 's simple ethics, as I am sure enough you can agree .'Lord Drad told him. 'Now, where can I get the atomic number 79 bars melted down into septims ? I no longer want aureate bars .'
'We can do that here, if you wish .'Ralflod said. 'We have the press here .'
'Good. And what of your tangency with the Cyrodiil stealer'social club ?'
'His public figure is Armond Christophe, and he lives in the Waterfront District of the imperial city. He is the dean of the Imperial City sector of the Guild. Most of us refer to it simply as 'the club'.'Ralflod said.
'Now, the skooma you will note, after testing, has a very high amount of money of Moon Sugar in it, not found in pattern doses of skooma. That is why it is so strong .'lord Drad explained. 'If you would be so form, however, as to please melt the gold saloon, and whatever other Au legal community you are giving us in exchange for the skooma .'
'Of course .'Ralflod had his lackeys set to exploit on the kiln, getting the wardrobe ready to create septims for Lord Drad. The unconscious process took around 30 minutes, and they put all the coins into a protrude. Lord Drad walked out of the cave with 1'100 septims, all in coins. They went back to the ship, and divvied up all of the amber.
Lord Drad sat in his authority, and divided up all the amber into pouches, and setting them on his desk. He then barred his threshold, and walked into his chambers. Arla followed her Master, and helped him get his 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 comfortable blankets, getting closing to her Master as she could letting his heat flood her eubstance. She threw her arm around him, and held him as they slept, the nighttime wearing on peacefully. master Drad knew his striver felt for him, and it was an unspoken agreement, for she knew as well, that he cared about her.
master Drad awoke early, at around six in the break of day, when the crew was just getting up. He walked out to the deck, to see the foggy harbor before they pulled out. He drank a bit of tea as he stared out at the dark waters. Arla lay asleep as her Master prowled the decks.
Almighty Drad stood in the sea captain 's nest as his crew began getting the ship ready to sail. Men about him started moving, pulling the sails down, untying the lines, pulling up the anchor, and manning the oars. The ship pulled out of seaport at seven thirty that forenoon, the gang rowing to get them out to deeper sea. overlord Drad felt the ship begin to move, and walked back into his office, where Arla was now putting on her cloak.
'Arla, we will be going to be in Winterhold within the next week. You should devise for a while in the urban center, for we will be leaving from there for the Topal Sea, in the Confederate States of Cyrodiil .'Her master told her. 'When in Cyrodiil, I will most likely set up a new cabal 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 revelation for her Master to severalise her, Arla thought. She knew that he was making tumid steps, on procuring his estate even more. She knew this was a major share to the Drad merchandiser Co.
'So, you will necessitate some decorous wearing apparel ; something a Lady would wear. I am a Lord of the Imperium, and if you are my slave, you should be seen as one worth serving a God Almighty .'Arla listened closely to what her overlord was telling her. 'You will buy a new wardrobe, in Skyrim. We are Nord, and will dress in our manner, but our noble fashion .'

nobleman Drad sat in his part, May 1st, on the docks of Winterhold. He had a shipyard there, with a wide-cut time crew handling the storage warehouse, and a altogether fleet at his command there. He wrote off orders and sent in invoice, searching his desk for a stack of parchments that he needed to get.
Arla sat next to him, and helped him by gathering things here and there, being his extra set of hands. She knew her Master had to land up here quickly, because they were starting a new junto in Cyrodiil. She gave her service wherever it could be used, trying her best to serve her superior eat up his undertaking.
When Divine Drad finished with his paperwork, he called in one of his executive from the storage warehouse. 'Mr. Argel, I have a undertaking for you .'
'Yes, senior pilot Drad .'The man asked.
'I need you to observe me an executive with the abilities of taking over my district duties here .'He said. 'Mr. Argel, I need this done within a week .'
'I can talk to Harse Elohein about taking up the job. He was whom was in commission of your tariff, while you were away at sea, Lord .'Mr. Argel said.
'Thank you, Mr. Argel, and do n't forget to give the worker a raise in salary, everyone in the warehouse gets another Septim per day, and the work party of all ships get another two. get to sure the police chief of the fleet all receive a bonus of 20 septims per livery. This will hold back our bunch and workers happy, while I am away for a while .'
'Is there anything else I can assist you with, Lord Drad ?'Mr. Argel asked his employer.
'I am going to be setting up another faction of Drad merchandiser Co. in the Confederacy of Cyrodiil. I will postulate figure of lawyers and the fix of suitable manor house. I have a budget of 200'000 septims to operate with, for a manor house and res publica, and the Drad Merchant Co. will be able to pay for 45 % of whatever is bought to hold out its bounce .'Lord Drad said in a stern vox. 'Bring me lands pricing for the areas of incus, and Bravil, and anywhere on the coast in between. I will even swallow something in the imperial city. Also, bring me the public figure of lawyer, and I will be happy with your overhaul .'
'Yes, sire .'Mr. Argel said, then excused himself from the business office.
Arla went to the humble cooking stove, and poured her Master a cup of hot tea from the pot, then poured in a slight bit of milk, along with two spoons of sugar, just as he liked it. She brought it to him, and he took it with neediness. 'Thank you, dear pet .'He said.
It was around 1:45 in the afternoon when Lord Drad left his spot on the bob, and made his way back to his ship. He there pulled out a delicately selection of clothes. Black pants, a black shirt, with a very dark purpleness undershirt, along with a cloak of fur that was proud.
He had Arla helper pull off his clothes, and redress him in the clothes he had picked out. He was a true Lord, just by his stature, and his actions reflected that. Arla saw the force her passe-partout held now, with his full Lordly attire upon him.
'Master, what is your desire ?'Arla asked him.
'Get set up, we are going to take you shopping. We will go to my manor here, and commandeer one of the madam servants there to assist you with shopping .'Her captain told her. Arla went to the closet, and pulled out a few apparel that could be passed as presentable in front of baronial company. She quickly got habilitate 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 frost. Lord Drad had Arla adopt him down to the last street in the city, where he had his manor house. They entered the cozy two report sign of the zodiac, and made their way up to the room which Creator Drad had as his bedroom. He picked up a few things, then walked into the kitchen, where Jestra, a maidservant, was dusting off a counter.
'Jestra, we are going to need you to amount shopping with us today .'Lord Drad said. 'My dear pet here ,'He jerked Arla 's leash just enough to present it. 'Is in need of a new wardrobe, and I am not the exact person that is fit with handling that sort of affair. So, I am asking you to give us your caller, and attainment at that .'
Arla had a make out wardrobe by twilight that night, with parasol and new cloak of silk. She was set now to see like a dame of the motor hotel. When they returned to the ship, Arla was instructed to put all her dress in the closet, in a designated section.
Her master copy began to look at maps, as she put away her clothes. He charted out a course of study 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 sheet of sheepskin, and began to indite out a inclination of supplies that would be needed for the journeying. He wanted to just get there, and begin setting up his business.
book binding in his office, on the 2nd May, Mr. Argel brought him a pamphlet of the papers he requested the day before, listing lawyers and manor around the anvil and Bravil areas. overlord Drad looked through them, and made grade for each area, looking for an area perfective tense for his business.
Arla was there beside her Master once again. She was there as his superfluous set of hands, and she was also there to proceed him society within his body of work. 'Arla .'He said to her, after a while of searching through the papers. 'Go fetch me full admiral Ply, and distinguish him to meet me here .'
Arla disappeared into the warehouse, and onto the docks to find Admiral Ply. Jehovah Drad continued to sign all the document that he needed to, in order to keep the Skyrim faction running in his absence. Arla returned soon enough with full admiral Ply.
She knelt at his pes when she returned. 'Arla you may go and prepare our cabin in the ship for leaving. We will lay down way soon after sunset tonight .'Her Master told her. She got up and walked out of the office staff.
'Admiral Ply, I present to you the ship Weatherstride for you to control. You will be the skipper of that ship, and instead of the one which I mentioned to you before, your mob will be the one from New Rock, Solstheim, to Dagon Fel, Vvardenfel .'Lord Drad said, his eyes looking into the depths of admiral Ply 's. 'You will find that you have a cabin already set up for your use, and an unused police chief 's Log. You are to navigate for New Rock in a days time, bringing with you twelve crew member of your own choice from the new members .'
Admiral Ply looked to his maitre d', and spoke. 'Thank you, Captain Drad. This means a great deal to me .'
'I know it does, Captain Ply. 'He picked up a slice of parchment. 'Your pay will become 2'000 septims per calendar month, which you will receive at New Rock on the first of every calendar month. You will take in a fillip of 50 septims per completed delivery. Also, you will give a budget of 1'000 septims per week, to spend on your work party and the ship, and an additional 500 septims per workweek for supplies and solid food .'He handed the parchment to senior pilot Ply. 'Here is your delivery orders. Dismissed, maitre d'hotel Ply .'
Lord Drad spent the rest of his nighttime walking about the seaboard of the urban center, Arla a step behind him. He watched the Sun go down over the flock, and the waves of the sea crash into the snow covered cliffs. Lord Drad 's cloak flapped in the wind as they made their way back to the ship from the skirts of town.

Arla was in the shipyard office, when she and her Master waited, as he called in another member of the dock team. 'Mr. Shadd, are you at all fellow with magnanimous frigates, and how to dominate one ?'He asked powerful away.
Mr. Shadd thought a while, 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 admiral, and will be sailing in my vas as my First Mate and police officer. You shall be taking the admiral 's place for my ship .'Lord Drad explained. 'Your salary will be little less than a police captain 's, and you will experience a cut of all livery, of row .'
'Thank you, Lord Drad .'Mr. Shadd said, with excitement in his phonation.
'We leave for Anvil this very night, and the gang is already machinate to defecate weigh .'Arla heard, as they walked out of the office, shutting all lamps down. 'So get your stuff, and be on board the ship in an time of day .'
Mr. Shadd ran to his small bunkhouse, and gathered his equipment, while Godhead Drad and Arla walked to the ship, and made ready to leave port .'I think he will work out just ticket with this bunch, Arla .'Creator Drad commented, as she put away her cloak.
'Indeed, he seems surely enough, my overlord .'She replied. He skipper brought her out on deck with her leash, and saw that the ship was ready to make its way out of port. All they were waiting on was commanding officer Shadd.
He quickly came running up the ship incline, and the men loaded it up, untying the last lines. 'Give the command to make way .'nobleman Drad told his Commander.

feast at Sea

'Drop canvass ! Make way out of interface !'Commander Shadd shouted, and the men hustled to get the canvas down. Quickly, the ship was out to sea, and the cruise filled with tip. 'Disband oars, and lead off getting fuddled on those sail lines !'He shouted after they were out to sea, knowing they needed to snap the wind into the sails, in orderliness to get the ship seafaring at to the full speed.
Arla was lead by her overlord into the cabin, and they took off their cloaks there. She had her leash taken off, and hung up by the cabin door. Her skipper then commanded her to fare into the bed chambers.
She saw him waiting inside, with his shoes off, and stripping off his shirt. The flaming was already crackling, so the room was very warm. Her passkey then stripped off his pants, leaving him in his shorts, made of cotton plant.
'Come, strip .'He ordered.
Arla made her way to the bed, and knelt before her Master. She then began unbuttoning her shirt, until her bare chest was showing. She pulled off her shirt, leaving the slim down wrapping of cloth around her business firm breasts, which were still quite unfilled out. She unwrapped her cloth, and bared her chest, showing her to have plump pap, with pink tips, her knocker just about a handful each. She got up, her head down, and unlaced her pants, stripping them off quickly. Her silk underclothing covered her pocket-size patch of red pilus at her private parts.
'Master, are you going to subscribe to me tonight ?'She asked, an inquisitive look on her face, but not a fear.
'Continue, and we shall feel out .'He replied. She pulled off her underwear, and placed them in the mound of clothes at her pes. 'Now, go and go off the cabin door, then this one, and issue forth to bed .'
She walked out the chamber, and into the authority. Bolting the room access to the cabin, she came to the bedroom room access, and bolted that shut as well. Maker Drad was please to see her hips swaying as they did, waving her red fuzz about as she moved into the bed.
She got outside of the cover song, and knelt to her forehead at her professional 's feet .'I await your rules of order, Master .'She said.
'Get into the covering fire, 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 minor stack of kindling Sir Henry Wood, next to the fire berth to build the fervency up, and throw in a log, restrain it going tonight. Winterhold 's too cold to let it burn down'
'I understand, schoolmaster .'She said, her arm wrapper about her Master '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 stewing. He was still sleeping in his bed, when it was done. Arla 's nude shape was fit, and she was beautiful as she worked. Her Master awoke to her setting the tea tympani 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 lodge, Creator .'
'Continue with what you were doing, Arla, and monish me when the tea is quick .'Lord Drad said, swinging his leg over the bed, and getting his drawers on. 'Also, throw a pan on the fire, and I shall fry up an too soon breakfast for us .'
She went about her duties, as her headmaster got dressed, and ready for the day out to sea. She set a pan on the fire, and poured the hot cupful of tea, when the piddle began to boil. Godhead Drad came over, when the pan was hot, and pulled out two slice of wild boar essence from the icebox, and put it into the pan, along with the advantageously testicle he could find.
Arla watched as her Master flipped the eggs. She got two plateful from a locker, and held it as her skipper put the eggs and center on them. lord Drad sat the pan down in the drainage basin sink, then sat the two plates of eggs and boar nub on the board.
He grabbed the wild boar meat between his fingers and gulped a few tatter down. He then looked to Arla 's plate, and motioned for her to eat as well. She picked up the ball with the meat, and ate it like a small sandwich. Her and her original ate side by side, a meal that was cooked by him.
overlord Drad and Arla put their cloaks on, then she was fitted with her collar, before they walked out the cabin threshold. They saw that air force officer Shadd, the Orc First Mate, had the crew on deck, all manning the cruise, getting a great blow of steer in them. He had the ship under one thousand control, and he only needed directions and co-ordinate from Lord Drad, and he was all set.
'Good morning, headwaiter Drad .'He said, cheerily.
'Good morning, commander .'Lord Drad replied, equally in expert spirits. 'How is the wind going to carry us today ?'
'It 'll do us fine, Sir .'Shadd said with a grinning. 'It 's been a while since I was in armorial bearing of a ship like this, but I 'm getting the hang of it again. After thirty years of soaring, I guess it will come back to me after a spell .'
Lord Drad was amazed at the Orc 's experience. 'Well, go along us heading for anvil, and we will fair just fine, 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 commandant replied .'I have already accounted for that, in my report. I 'll hold open it on your desk, in the office. You 'll receive one daily from me .'
'Well, thank you, commandant .'lord Drad said, glad of his efficiency. 'And realize sure enough to include decree, and commands you give to the crew, and for what purposes. I wish it to all be broad 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 lines, and making their unit of ammunition about the area, for a short walk together, always with Arla the leash length behind her maestro.
'We will be in incus in a week and a half, or so .'Her master copy 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 domain, making me a Jehovah of these percentage as well, and giving me good enough bargaining office. You will be comfortable enough in our little setup .'
'I thank you, maestro .'Arla replied, making her way down the steps along her Master.
'You will make to learn how to address the motor lodge, for a lot of our life in the succeeding few calendar month is going to be spent there .'He continued. 'We will be getting land Ulysses Simpson Grant, and lawyer to set up the junto of the Drad merchant Co. not to mention I have to rent a full staff of Courtiers, for my motor hotel, and manor. I will have to set up a unadulterated county, if I am to have the way I wish it to be .'
Arla knew her Master had big plans for the new lands, and that he meant to go through with what he was saying. But she also knew he would have to verbalize to the Emperor himself about that, and not to like Noble of a county. They needed royal line for this contract.
'After buying a modest manor house in incus, I will crap my way East, and find some land that is unclaimed. I heard much of the plantation is, for the fact that the Unicorns there attack many of the mass whom travel there .'Lord Drad Plotted. 'All I will have to do is prove to emperor moth Septim that I can make the Unicorns tamed, or have them relocated in a safer home, and the county can be made into a disjoined section, along with new small towns just at the border of the city, increasing trade and economy .'
They were at the hind end pack of cards when Lord 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 crate, for the edifice of the warehouse. He made a list of them all, their weights, just as he always did, then went back up to his office, Arla at his dog.
He sat in his chair, and noticed the air force officer 's report atop his desk, just as promised. He looked through it, and noticed gravid inside information he cared much about. He hated to say it, but Commander Shadd was much better than full admiral Ply ever was, and the commandant said he was still a bit rusty at his job as well. Arla as well, saw the divergence in style between the two Officers.
Divine Drad saw in the written report that the frigidity atmospheric condition would slow them up a day and a one-half, so he was making grooming for it by sailing the crew through the nights, 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 plaza to throw mesh in, if they were not in such a hurry to make it to Anvil.
Lord Drad set the report down, and calculated the different choices. He had enough food to last a week and a half, until they got to incus, where they would be docked for quite a hanker time. But, if they stopped of a few hours out of each day, they could catch enough fish in the nets, to reach up for the time in solid food for the crew, and still have enough to sell a good 200 lbs when they got to the incus Pisces the Fishes food market. In the end, Lord Drad pushed a revenue stamp on a sheepskin, and put it in his maitre d'hotel 's Log, stating that he was indeed making fishing stops.
'Arla, go tell commandant Shadd to come here, please .'Arla got out of her chairwoman, and walked to the threshold, putting her cloak on and leaving. Maker Drad continued to write in his skipper 's Log, when Arla returned.
She came over to her Master, and knelt before him .'I present to you, air force officer Shadd, Master .'She said. 'What orders do you have for me, master ?'
Addressing his striver first, he motioned her to get on her chair. He then looked to Commander Shadd. 'Alright, we will work a few hours stop every day, and cast nets in. If we catch more than 30 lbs in that first day, we will stay on that tendency. We will make up for in food and trade what we loose in time. So, kickoff now, and have the crowd throw as many net income in as you can .'He looked to his maps then, and marked a small course. 'Have them take this rout .'He showed the Commander the mark, 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 early rules of order you have for me, Sire ?'
Lord Drad got up from his desk. 'Once the mesh are down, go to the cookhouse, and have them prepare for a fish spread tonight, which the unit crew shall partake in on deck .'
'I 'll get right on it, Master .'The Commander said, then left the cabin.
Arla stayed curled up in her chair, awaiting for her Master 's orders. He came up to her, and told her to consider off her cloak, the only thing she had on. He walked over, and barred the threshold to the cabin, then made his way back.
'When I am the only if one in these rooms, and that threshold is barred, you are to be naked .'He said, standing over her .'I am a lecherous man, and will see your flesh, Arla .'
She blushed, and her cheeks turned red as her hair's-breadth .'I understand, overlord .'She spread her legs a bit, to give him an enticing view of her red hair.
'Now, in my elbow room, go and convey me my cane. And my tobacco pipe as well .'He said, sitting back in his chair. She returned with the point he asked for. 'Pack it .'He said, as he took his cane, and rested it against the desk.
The cane was a casing of alloy, and a blade blade forged into a winding off handle. It was made for short thrust and slices, and was not very profound at all. ego defending team in close up quarters was what it was mainly used for. Lord Drad loved his cane.
Arla finished packing her captain 's pipage, and then placed it to his lips, lighting a match for him. As he puffed at it, she held it for him, until he nodded that he was done with it. She held it in her workforce, snuffing the bowl of it with the lid.
'Now, on this journey, I am going to educate you. Commander Shadd has the crew and sailing under ascendency, and I am in need to train you to custom fit my will .'Her Master said, as she knelt before him with his pipe .'I will ingest time to show you my picky number, and plenty time to correct you all the time. You will see me get stricter on you, but for the right in the recollective run .'
'Master, I understand. It is what needs to be done, father .'She said, with nothing but obedience in her voice.
'Good .'He pulled out a stack of papers, all filled with Edwin Herbert Land secret plan, and lawyers addresses. He sorted through them, and put them into proper file cabinet, so he could legibly sympathise 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 enterprise and rattling estate. He also found a suitable manor in Anvil for cut-rate sale.
'Master, may I go to the toilet ?'He heard Arla say, after around ten minutes of silence.
'Yes, make you way back soon .'He said, still searching through all the parchments. He began scratching off names and lists with his pen, sorting through them all with concern, looking for the right deal out of them. He made up his judgement on the manor, and marked it with a check on it.
'Arla, you are going to require a knight, as am I, when we get to anvil .'Lord Drad said, almost to himself, as Arla returned from the chambers .'I should induce had that looked up as well, when we were back in Winterhold .'
As Lord Drad spoke, they could feel the ship slowing down, the Commander now taking the few 60 minutes to fish. But Lord Drad continued at his body of work, as the Wave now made the ship rock music back and Forth River. He began searching through his book, which kept his bank balances and inquiries in it.
'Okay .'He said, flipping the pages .'I have 200'000 septims to do work with in my bank. I have that to pass on gaining a county here in Cyrodiil, and maintaining it. I have another 4'000 septims coming in the showtime of future calendar month, along with the 4'900 septims from this calendar month. I wont be getting any to a greater extent delivery bonuses any time soon, so 4'000 septims per month is all we will consume to work up the warehouse off of. Which, if we use money we already have saved, it can be built within a month, and then the county lands can be taken care of with gained income .'He thought to himself out loud.
Arla sat in her chairman, intently watching her master copy work. Lord Drad felt her eyes upon him, so he looked to her and said. 'In my elbow room, in the leftfield bureau, is an ocarina, and a call record. Go and work it out, Arla .'
He put his font back into his book then, until she returned at his foot, knelt with the sweet potato and book in her script. 'Now, sit, and represent a melody to me. It is the well-fixed affair in the world to play .'
Arla sat, and put the book in her lap, putting the transverse flute to her lip, and blowing into it, creating a naturalistic sound, and fiddling with the tonality. Eventually, she learned the holes, and played many Sung dynasty from out of the Holy Scripture, as her Master worked. She entertained him quite nicely.
After the account book 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 ternion. Her and her schoolmaster walked outside on deck.
The bunch all had a net per brace, and were launching them out, and pulling them in constantly, trying for a clean apprehension. The amplitude was n't exceptional, but the few fish pulled in every flip was sound than nothing at all in their profit. Commander Shadd even had a net to himself, pitching it off of the bow of the ship. 'How is the fishing, commandant ?'Asked Lord Drad, with a smile.
The Commander smiled back, and in his thick Orc voice, roared over the crashing wave. 'Oh Captain, its going just fine. We have caught already 50 Pound of blue opals, and some sea Cancer the Crab as well !'
Lord Drad stood impressed. 'Yes, every day, at around this time, for three time of day, set anchorperson, and plaster bandage in the nets. Continue that trend until you fetch below 30 Ezra Loomis Pound. With that equation, we are looking at about 350 Ezra Pound of Pisces the Fishes. We will eat a good 100 of that on the way, saving the salted meats for a later date. That will result us with 250 pounds to trade, which we will get Anvil securities industry cost on that .'He explained to himself.
The Orc looked at his grinning, loving the undefendable sea. 'Yes, Captain Drad, we shall fair that well, I feel .'He barked. 'But where are we going to stash away it ; Pisces the Fishes needs to be kept fresh .'
Lord Drad thought about that. 'We 're going to seal off a percentage of the lower deck of cards, and put them in makeshift low temperature rooms. There is mess of ice we will be hitting to keep them cold until we reach Anvil to trade them .'master Drad said. 'In fact, have ten men get to that right now, commandant .'
As they made their way down to the 4th deck up, they heard the Orc 's gaudy roaring interpreter bellowing out orders to a few crewman. Arla and her Master sat down in a comfortable chair in the commons elbow room, having a cup of hot tea together.
'When the bunch have gotten used to the new style of the commander, I feel this ship will be practiced ran than even my male parent 's old merchant ship, back when Drad Merchant Co. was first founded .'Her Master commented. 'Commander Shadd was the sound move I have made for this ship, so far .'
'Master, when we arrive in Anvil, and start our prescribed duties, what is to become of the ship ?'Arla asked, after a sip from her mug of tea.
Jehovah Drad motioned for his pipe, and while Arla pulled it out, he said. 'We are going to dock it for a month or Thomas More, and the crew will be commissioned as worker, for the new shipyard. I will go forth commanding officer Shadd special order, when I am made Creator and tally, over the new county of Dresden, making him a Knight of the district as well .'
Arla nodded, lighting her Master 's pipe for him. 'And will he be happy on the solid ground ?'
'He was on the land as an spot executive for a dear two years, before he landed this job .'Divine Drad replied, after finishing his puffs. 'He will give it another couple of month, I am sure. He will be back out on the sea as soon as the first ship comes in for a trade. I will commission him as a back up chieftain, to injure ships, and he can also be used as a fishing captain, on small trolley ships .'
'I see, master .'Arla said, now letting her Master drag his pipe once more. She pulled it away when he was finished, and was given the Holy Order to snuff it.
'The only affair is, getting up to the Imperial metropolis to work things out with Emperor Septim .'Her Master continued. 'We will have to buy the manor in anvil the inaugural day we arrive, make our position there, then the next day go to the imperial metropolis, to commission the lawyer, and begin the plot of our lands .'
There was a hoo-ha at the top of the steps, and Lord Drad went to investigate. 'What 's going on ?'He shouted to the top.
He heard commanding officer Shadd 's phonation. 'We got ourselves a Pyr Shark, and its a big one too. We need to get it below deck quickly, Captain !'There was another clump, and then a yell from a work party fellow member. 'He is slithering all around, Sir .'
Pyr sharks are no match in the H2O, at menage in even the stale waters in Tamriel. They produce an vim plan of attack through the sting on their heads, which sends a digest jounce wave through the water and can kill even a bulky human from 6 ft. away. They were found to be nearing extinction, and since they keep the level of slaughter fish down, which eat most other edible Pisces the Fishes, they are a lot needed in Tamriel 's waters.
'Commander !'lord Drad yelled at Shadd. 'That is illegal to consume aboard this ship, and if were were caught by the Imperial Navy, we would be fined a goodly little fee. So get it off the deck of cards, NOW !'
air force officer Shadd wasted no time. 'You heard him, lads. Toss it !'Maker Drad heard the splash, and then the men cheering. 'Alright boys, man sails, and I need the other half of ya to get these fish down into the cargo appreciation, in the specified container !'Came the commander 's voice again.
Godhead Drad finished his tea, then he and Arla went to the top deck, where the net of the fish were being carried off to the cargo appreciation. He lead Arla along the deck again, to see all the mesh, with her leash. She enjoyed being taken on these walks, being able to prove she was owned by a Lord.
They went then to the Captain 's nuzzle, 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 glass window on each side, and the steering roulette wheel in the middle. There were also desks and draftsman.
The commander made his way to the span, and smiled .'I had the son fix this up finis nighttime. We figured that it would get colder in the Polar Sea, and we ca n't have our maitre d' freeze on us at the wheel, sire .'He roared. 'Hope you are not disappointed in my cerebration, Captain .'
'No, No !'Said Divine Drad to the air force officer with a grin .'I am thankful. I am glad of your mentation, commanding officer Shadd .'
The Orc smiled wide. He was certainly at home on the ship, being gravid enough for him to love commanding. Even his movements were that of a Whitney Moore Young Jr. Elf, compared to a lot of Orcs, showing he was gaining tiredness on the trip.
'Commander, the shark you pulled up .'Lord Drad began. 'Next sentence you catch one, what you need to do is slay it on deck, below the rails, and gut it. Get the skin, eyes, and all useful and valuable pieces you can, then shove it off pack of cards. adopt all the evidence, and toss it in breast, which we have plenty of in our holds. Throw it in the lading hold, and I will decide what to do with it from there .'
'Aye, senior pilot .'He barked. 'It 'll be done .'
Lord Drad then manned the wheel, as Arla stood behind him. She noticed that the drawers were all nicely finished. They were perfectly in order. This was, she noticed, the hired hand craftsmanship of an Orc. She then realized that all the cabinet and such were done by commanding officer Shadd himself, not a crew member.
'Arla, go into my cabin, and fetch me the maps of the Sea of Ghosts .'Her Master ordered. She ran to get it, returning within second. 'Now, go to the sleeping accommodation, and expect me there .'She again took off.
Divine Drad plotted a grade on the maps, marking them with string, so the Commander knew which routs to survey for the night. He then set the wheel right where it was, and made his way back to his cabin, where he barred the door, and took off his cloak. It was toasty warm in there, considering Arla must be keeping the fire going.
That was another thing he had not thought of. Wood, for the fires of the ship. He had not checked supply for over a month, seeing as how the admiral had always taken care of that aspect. But whether Commander Shadd knew of it, Drad could not guess..
When he entered his chambers, master Drad looked to his fireplace, and the amount of money of woodwind next to it. He saw that it had another week of Grant Wood, then it would be depleted. His mind was soon turned to Arla, whom was naked upon his bed, her legs crossed and her face blushed.
'Arla, add up .'overlord Drad told her. She got off of the bed, and crawled to her Master, as a slight kitten. He put his hand out, and she licked it gently for its salt. She then licked it again. Lord Drad put a little treat in his hand, and let her lick it up. 'Get into the bed, my valued pet .'He said.
Arla did as her passe-partout told her to, crawling into the book binding, and wrapping up tightly in them. Lord Drad unlaced his pant, 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 resolution. He put his full body on hers, sucking to her very tightly.
Arla turned in his grip, and held onto him as well, then kissing his sassing tenderly. He returned her kiss softly, gentle as he could be with her. She then rubbed from his chest down, slowly caressing him, slowly teasing him.
She got on her back for him, and spread her stage, waiting her Master to go up her, and ingest her as he had all rights to. He was her professional, 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 finger. She giggled, and he began to suck on one, then the other.
She purred as he began to lick at her tummy, and down further, to her diffused mound. She moaned as her overlord pleased her. She softly cried loud, and tightened her legs up around him, keeping him there.
Her Master broke dislodge from her stage, and crawled up her abdomen, until he was lined up with her. He then penetrated her slowly, feeling himself go into her : the soft rampart of her tight to the touch, and wet as a rainfall. She moaned lightly at first, then it turned to a slight cry as her Master pushed more, through her hymen, breaking her open. He then slowly made love to her, as the ship rocked back and Forth River.

Lord Drad lay in bed smoking his pipe, and watching the Sun go way down in the window. He puffed at the sweet foliage that was from Black person Marsh. He felt Arla 's hands 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 din, and began to get dressed as well, following her superior to be of religious service. They both remained silent, as they quickly dressed themselves.
'Commander Shadd !'Divine Drad yelled out. The Orc could be seen in the aloofness coming up the deck.
'Yes, Captain !'He boomed his phonation, still loud from ten feet away.
'Get the deck cleared off, commandant. We are going to set up our banquet .'Lord Drad said to him, now within a few pes of him. 'Have the bbl on deck set up in a line, and then place some boards on them, a stopgap mesa. Have the kitchen bunch set up wine pitchers, and goblets, and all the banquet settings. I will yield in an minute to check the progress, then commence with helping the Captain Cook .'
'I 'll get on it, Captain .'Shadd said happily as always.
Arla made her way out of the cabin, and to her passe-partout, who was now on the bow of the ship. She noticed the crew moving barrels and such in a production line in the center field of the deck, setting up chairman. She knelt down before her skipper, at his side .'I await your club, passkey .'She said calmly.
'Just follow, Arla .'He said .'I am going into the kitchen in a fiddling bit, to avail prepare the banquet tonight. You will be my extra hired hand in there .'
'I understand, Master .'She replied, looking out into the great sea. Her cloak was warm, and cold-blooded air cruised by her cloak, chilling her cheeks, making them cherry red.
Her master copy looked at her figure, up and down, searching as he may. He studied her intently, for every line, gloss, and wave in her hide and figure of speech. He saw his slave was beautiful, and that she was a prize beyond his wants, beyond his pauperism. She was a endowment, he thought.
'Arla, as you may have intercourse, I am a Godhead, and soon to be not only the counting of Winterhold, but of Dresden as well, which will be a new county, between Bravil and Anvil, and just due north of Bravil as well, taking the Grove and some of the Heartland of Cyrodiil. This will fix you the hard worker to a Lord, a count, and a Merchant. You will learn how to treat each of my titles, and how to properly act with each deed, when it is in situation .'Her victor told her as he now leaned over the bow of the ship, looking at the waving being sliced through by the venter of it.
'Yes, skipper, I shall do my dear to learn .'She told him, holding on to him by his cloak, to urinate sure he did not come.
'Arla, I have been at sea since I was thirteen ; I am not going to fall .'He commented. She released his cloak. 'But thank you ... it shows that you care .'He added, as he turned and began his walk to the kitchen deck.
She walked right behind her master key as they went into the kitchen, where all the Captain James Cook crowd were moving about this way and that, preparing and cooking for the night 's repast. Her Master 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 small elbow room for the Captain Cook. Arla took hers off as well.
'I am going to carry your trine off, because once we get to cooking, we will not make room for it, and you will want to be quick as you can on your feet in there .'Her Master told her. 'Just do as I say, and you should do just ticket .'He then stepped into the officious kitchen, and made his way to where two men were preparing fish.
He leaned over them, and nodded. 'Make sure to season them, but not too a lot .'He suggested. 'The freshness of them will make them perfect as is, really, only needing to add a few spices .'He made a bout of the kitchen, correcting fiddling matter here and there, and cooking a few nonaged dishes. He showed them a few matter as well, like how to ready the fish without it burning before it is done. 'You bake it first, to cook the heart, then you fry it, browning the outside perfectly .'
Arla stayed right wing behind her Master, for she knew that to be the post she was least in the way. He made his way to the sauces, where he replaced a small crewman on that duty .'I love sauces .'He told Arla. 'When it comes to fish, only a few are just right, and more than many are just not compatible. These sauces are to go on the potatoes and rice, not the fish. Only one matter will go on the fish, and that is maybe some wine, or some ale, just for measure .'He added a bit of sweet basil to the sauce, then went about doing other diverse affair. He got all the sauces to a boil, and kept them broiling for a few min, before he pointed to a push-down storage of Pan. 'Go get three of them, Arla .'He said quickly.
It was as if she had bounced as he gave his command, for she weaved to the mint, and elegantly pulled out three, then made her swift return, without bumping one crewman. She handed them to her Master with a bow of her headspring. He took them, and filled each with a different sauce. He then put the expend pots into the dish trey.
'The sauces are fix, just go on them cold for another hour, then assist them with the potato and rice when they go out. But heat it back up, of row .'He shouted to the chef .'I am going to bake the Pisces the Fishes, you get on slicing Irish potato and preparing them for being fried .'
They were in the kitchen for a proficient two hr, before Creator Drad finally went above deck, and got some reinvigorated air. 'Arla, it is a terrific, but cold nighttime. We are going to be crapulence, and the gang may get bully .'He said, as he leaned over the railing. 'If you are in any way bothered by one of the crew, then you come happen me, and stick with me. I do not want anything going wrong this night. We have a decent meal about to be brought up, and we have fifty-three people that are going to be sharing a tabular array, along with their ale .'
'I understand, Master .'She said. 'May I have my leash back on, master ?'She asked suddenly, and brightly. She smiled as he linked it onto her. 'Thank you, my Creator .'She said happily.
Lord Drad made his way back to the cabin, and put his cloak up. He put on a big cloak, that was printed with the grandeur seal of approval of Winterhold, Skyrim. He then set upon his head the war helmet, with the antlers of a deer in it as saddle horn. His brand was then strapped to his side ; not his usual saber, but a vast claymore, fit for the hands of a hardened knight.
Arla helped her Master put the blade on, and toss his cloak over himself. She then pulled out his organ pipe and packed it then, so after dining car, she could already accept it ready for him to smoke, knowing her Master would desire it. He was rather predictable when it came to that.
'Keep this on you all night .'He gave her a unforesightful sword, which militia used as English subdivision. 'Strap it to your side, under your cloak, and hold it stiff. The crew will make tossed back a few ales before the night is old .'
Arla strapped the blade to a belt, and laced it under her cloak, as her Master told her to do. She then pulled her waistcoat closer to her, for warmth. Her master copy took clutches of the leash, when she got it on, and tugged her, leading them to the deck of cards once more.
They came up, and Lord Drad sat at the psyche of the tabular array, with Arla at his left. commander Shadd was granted the face-to-face point of the mesa. When most of the crowd had taken their bottom, the kitchen crew came up and placed the platter of food for thought down upon the tabular array, covered with hat.
They sat down in their places, then awaited in secretiveness for their headwaiter to fill the first bite, and signal the sleep to eat. Arla saw her victor, as he cut into the initiatory bite of fish ; crispy and easy to cut. He put the tasty meat to his lips, and ate of it. He closed his heart, and tasted all the smack of it, before swallowing.
The work party then began to banquet, 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 goblet with wine. She began eating, letting the taste of the nutrient carry her away.
Lord Drad spoke with the new admiral of the ship, whom was to his right field, and got acquainted with him. His gens was Cleaver Villies, from the Imperial City. Godhead Drad also found that he was a veteran at the ocean, and that was why he worked so well with Commander Shadd. 'Him and I are two alike, so we work well together, having the same logical system set .'Admiral Villies explained to his headwaiter.
The nighttime was clear, as the crew all dined on the pack of cards of the ship, the cool weather upon them, as they dove into the food with ardour. When all was finished, the kitchen crowd cleaned up the board, and brung out a dessert of fresh fried Nord squid, which where a few caught in the nets.
The gang liked them, popping the fried delights into their sass quickly, one after another, until they were completely finished. The salty goody satisfied their stomachs, and their judgement were now in need of amusement .'A violin and fluting is needed .'Said one member of the sailing crew. 'And a lute as well would do nicely .'
overlord Drad could tell it was going to be a long nighttime from there, hearing another appendage down the postpone say .'I have a luting in my bench dresser !'He heard another speak .'I know how to bring the violin, but alas I have not one here .'
The table erupted into chatter about what legal instrument were needed, and what they could use. noble Drad decided to feature a bit of fun now .'I have an ocarina, which is close enough to a flute glass, lads !'He spoke aloud. 'Now someone get that man a violin, there is one on this ship SOMEwhere .'
The crew scurried to get their instruments, and find the fiddle. Arla sat in her chairwoman, having not been yet told to get up. Her master key stepped away from the tabular array, and made his way into the cabin, where he remained a few hour. He then came out carrying a blue ocarina in his hand, minor and pretty.
He sat at the bow of the ship and awaited the former people. Soon, the man returned with his lute, sitting on the rail and tuning the guitar like instrument. A few members of the bunch returned, just sitting on the table and chairperson. At shoemaker's last, one appendage came up with a violin in his hands. 'Found it in the old closet, on the thirdly deck, Captain .'He said, a grinning on his boldness.
'My figure is Sask Andril, and I am the man for the fiddle .'Said a plump member of the crew .'I have been playing since I was a wee one back in New rock music .'He said, taking the tool, and pulling the bow across the drawstring in a fizzle of sounds.
God Almighty Drad began with a low, foresightful note, and the remainder joined him, creating a cycle and beat. They went on for seemingly a few time of day, occasionally stopping for breath and ale. Arla sat in her chairman and listened to her Master free rein, and the line he used for each song. She was talented for picking out melody.
When the medicine stopped, God Almighty Drad put up his sweet potato, and sat at his seat once more, the bunch dispersing below deck one by one. He was amazed that they got off the deck without a fight or an argument one. He was pleased how they handled their alcoholic beverage.
'Arla, we are going to read a small manner of walking about the ship, then go to bed, alright .'Divine Drad told his slave, whom was now curled up in her death chair, her cloak about her as fur. She got up, and went right into her captain 's arms, holding him for that warmth, and comfortableness. She only let go when he started moving forward. 'When you get in bed tonight, make sure to put wood on the fire first ... We will need it for tonight. We are getting closer to the perch, so the weather will now start to get insensate than you have ever felt before .'
Arla was lead to the ass of the ship, where the moving ridge ejected by the ship could be seen in the Moon. She was amazed to see a wave line about the book binding of the ship half the sizing of the ships own height. She loved how the ship moved about the sea, and the way it sailed gently, yet rocking all the same.
'We will be in Anvil within this hebdomad, Arla .'Her skipper told her as they walked now to the front line of the ship, seeing the rapid drive of the ship through the water. 'Are you ready to become a peeress of the courts ?'He asked.
Arla looked to her Master, and said with authority. 'Master, I shall do as I can to please you. If it pleases you, I am ready, my Lord .'
Creator Drad stopped walking after they were at the board once more. He looked up, to the Moons, and then to his slave. 'You 're special, Arla, I promise .'
The fire was lit baton hot soon after they returned to Lord Drad 's sleeping room. 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 fervency was at a steady thunder, with wood stacked to its top.
It took a few minutes, but eventually, the shivering in the air was gone, and Arla could bring off her cloak. Her schoolmaster took his off, and she grabbed it, to give ear them both on the single-foot in the office. She then came back, and stoked the flak, opening up air in it, and Sir Thomas More flame. It was soon toasty warm in the cabin, enough for Lord Drad to unclothe and get into his bed.
Arla was not supposed to be in her apparel 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 occur into your bed ?'She asked obediently.
He looked to her naked var., slightly shivering still from the off-white chilling cold. 'Come, Arla, and join me in my bed .'He said softly.
Once in bed, she looked to her Master 's face, and spoke. 'Master, I am required to enjoin you of my disobedience .'She said .'I was not nude statue, when I came into your room, and I apologize, schoolmaster. I ask that you be merciful with me, it being my first time ?'Her eye were big and blue, her haircloth in her face as a doll.
But Almighty Drad took no pity on dolls either. 'Yes, I know this. I noticed, but said nothing .'He spoke calmly .'I am going to let it go this once, to be fairly, but soon, I will be punishing for discourtesy like that .'His articulation was sweet, somehow.
Arla nodded, then nuzzled into Lord Drad 's cervix and shoulders. Her nose was stale, but her back talk piano, moist, and warm. Her hair's-breadth smelled of peak, as they laid in bed, she made the sheet feel like satin, covering him smoothly. He felt her subdivision go about him, and her back talk kiss his neck. He leaned, putting her arm about her, and returning her kiss.
'Sleep, Master ?'She asked, innocently.
'Ahhh, yes, sleep, Arla'He said, turning, but still holding her, and closing his middle. She did the Lapplander, sleeping as her straits hit the pillow .