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''Current entry still unfinished.''
First thing Ulath-Pal did was make it his personal mission to punish me personally, although he had lot of his men to help him with that, and don't forget, Staada was also there with us. They tied slave's bracers around our wrists to drain us of our magicka, which for both of us meant rendering us useless. As if that wasn't enough, they used a lot of rope to tie us up in tight bondage. Rope's that tied my arms and wrists into immovable submission dug against my chest, pressing my arms against my back tightly.




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He bent me over and pressed my torso against a table, pushing my head against it with one hand, with his open palm shot smacking against my butt, turning into a squeezing grope. He wanted to make me beg for mercy, promising that I would never live another day a free girl ever again, but I wasn't gonna show him any weakness. I reminded him that it wouldn't matter what he did to me, because in the end Aliya would come for me and save me, but he didn't take me seriously at all. She wasn't going to be able to do anything alone and would just be captured as well, or so he said.
 
 
Unimpressed by my mental fortitude and unwillingness to give in to his abuse, he brought up more toys along with his subordinates. Drugging me was his first course of action, for it would help him force his will over me where his words and actions failed. Next, he pulled a mouth-gag across my face, tightening it as hard as he could to force that ball deep into my mouth, over my tongue and behind my teeth, and buckling it up so it would not budge. A slave does not need to be able to speak, he said.
 
 
His full attention was on my exposed genitals next, as he vigorously rubbed against my slit. Those harsh brushes from his fingers alongside the cocktail of drugs running through my blood were more than enough to turn me on. I tossed and twisted my hip, but he just stuck his middle finger in and laughed at me, reminding me that there's no escape.
 
 
"No need to play stubborn", he said as he abused me with his finger. "Your tight, wet, twitching cunt tells me all I need to know", he continued and slapped me on my ass again. Along with a gentle squeeze, he pressed his thumb against my butthole, rolling it around in a circular motion. All that touching, on both my holes nonetheless, just made me want to moan out loud, but I could only mumble onto the wooden ball tucked between tongue and palate.
 
 
Suddenly I felt solid, smooth metal dig through my anus and spread it with every inch it passed into me. A jeweled, enchanted plug filled me and my butt just gulped it up with only its flat head exposed for Ulath-Pal to look at. That was the last of his toys though, as the next thing poking against me was his actual cock. That stupid, vibrating plug just make his insertion more maddening, and the fact that the effects of Skooma had properly kicked up to wreak havoc on my body wasn't helping me either.
 
 
Despite being harsh on words earlier, he had nothing but good things to say when he got around raping me. He called me a beautiful gem, every bit as tight as he was hoping me to be, and a girl at the peak of her market value. Of course, the value he saw in me was not the same as a slave trader would see, as he was more than happy to just keep me in his collection, but it went on to show exactly how these people feel about outlanders in these lands. To be regarded as nothing more than an object and to be referred openly as such doesn't feel too good. Still, with him constantly exercising his power over me, not only with his bondage but also with his cock, he showed me that he truly was capable of owning me or anyone else unfortunate to become his prey.
 
 
He was surprisingly slow, but every push felt deep and powerful. He was biding his time, and with his hand toying with my groin too, he was gonna make me cum way too fast. This, of course, was just another victory for him, and he made sure to shame me verbally for it, calling me hopeless and weak, and a born slut, a girl meant to be owned by a man.
 
 
With every passing minute his pace grew quicker, and while he seemed at times like he was more than happy to prolong the play, he moved and sounded like he just wanted to cum. He took hold of my leg and lifted it up, continuing to pound me even harder.
 
 
Being lifted on my side, I could also see better what they were doing to Staada. Just like me, they had tied her up and bent her over a table, but unlike me she was on her back. She had one of those feeder gags on her face - you know, the kind with the hole to an open mouth - and two men fucked her at the same time. One cock was pounding her pussy and holding onto her waist, while the other guy had stuck his cock into the feeder, fucking her mouth while the elastic leather made it impossible for her to bite down on it. It also let me notice how two additional men were preparing another table fit for both of us, complete with shackles, bars and beams melded into it and onto the wall. I could already guess that it was meant for both of us.
 
 
Ulath-Pal finally came, and moaned about how I was absolutely sucking him up with my hungry cunt. He grabbed onto my hip so hard, pulled me against his dick too, and the way it was twitching and pulsating as it filled me up just pushed me towards another climax. I was already on the edge, basically caught in an inescapable chain of pleasure, but the feeling of him forcing his rape-seed into my womb was just too much. He did not pull away at all before he was completely done, and when he did, he did it so slowly and carefully, with my body shivering in pleasure with every single inch his cock pulled out of me. And now that he had had his fun, he was ready to pass me on to his subordinates.
 
 
Like I suspected, I got to sit on the wide table with beams. With more rope, they tied my knees to this long, horizontal beam that forced my legs wide open while simultaneously pushing them towards my body. With Staada in a similar position next to me, with both of our arms still helplessly bound, our already abused pussies were at perfect height and in perfect position for further use. It was Ulath-Pal's punishment for our violence, a hundred man public-use fuck marathon. First men came and stuck their cocks into us, thrusting in and out without us being able to do as much as move a muscle to defend ourselves.
 
 
There weren't that many of them, only like a dozen or something, but it was more than enough to surround us in that cramped chamber. They didn't line up, but they took turns, and they all took their sweet time. There were no breaks either, as immediately after one man cummed inside of us, another man would take his place. It was a long process which saw no end. I hadn't counted, but this was gonna take a long time.
 
 
Ulath-Pal also had the brilliant idea of also introducing other slaves to the play when his subordinates begun to return to work and their own posts. Mind you, the slaves that work the mine in this wretched place are mostly men, mostly beast folk. They brought a Khajiit with black fur to me, and with whips in their hands and a collar on his neck, they told him to rape me. He seemed hesitant, and I can't blame him. He was forced into doing this too and not every man under the sun is a sex-hungry, thirsty maniac looking for women and girls to abuse, but according to Ulath-Pal, we were even lower on the pecking order than these workers. I also think there was a bit of desire for him to humiliate me by having me mate an animal, as he called these Khajiit and Argonians just that.
 
 
Now, I may not be into Khajiiti men or furry folk in general, but calling these men animals is just plain offensive. What was a much bigger point of contention for me was the shape of his actual cock. It clearly was different from any other cock I have ever laid eyes on, and to be quite frank, it looked a little scary. They say those barbs are actually meant to stimulate women, but it just looked painful. Besides, a human vagina clearly isn't designed for such phalluses! …Or, so I thought.
 
 
He stuck his cock in, whispering "I'm sorry" as he did, and I could barely take it half-way in before it had reached my deepest depths. With those bony barbs alongside its girth it not only made my pussy act up, but also my eyes to water up. I wanted to moan so bad, he made me cum from a simple insertion. His hands which were clasped around my waist just added to this alien sensation, as his long, sharp nails dug into my skin. He wasn't even bigger than the rest of these men, yet it felt so much more than that. The men urged him to be rough and fuck hard, while I wanted to just tell him to slow down. Like seriously, it hurt! Of course it hurt! Don't let the fact that he made me cum distract you from that!
 
 
The whole ordeal felt so damn long too, and he made me cum again, and then once more as he was reaching the orgasm of his own. This man was properly in mating mode and only his own climax was gonna stop him at this point. When he eventually did, I was just so glad and so out of breath. My eyes must've properly rolled to the back of my head as I breathed deep. It's a good thing that the next up one of the Ulath-Pal wanted to do me again, saying that slaves can wait.
 
 
Fortunately though, our salvation was on its way, as Aliya went on to prove that she's capable of doing great things even alone. Granted, it took this long for her to actually reach us, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't worried at any point! But she made it, that's all that matters.
 
 
She had first saved Manirai from her chains, in which she was most likely set to die for her betrayal, and in the process of doing so, she had murdered two of the bandits watching over him, as well as Ahaz, who was considered the best warrior in the service to Ulath-Pal. I didn't get to see this, but Manirai likened Aliya to a demon, saying that in her anger she actually managed to freeze that man to death.
 
 
Other thing she managed to do was rally some of those who were on Manirai's side to take up arms and fight for their freedom, reminding them of their sacred traditions and customs, citing that they shouldn't let a mere bandit to control them. People were starting to turn coat, but the deed was not done yet, even though they had the last remaining Gulakhan Ashu-Ahhe under their thumb.
 
 
At that point, I had no idea what was going on, but I learned of all of it rather quickly after she finally came for my rescue. At that point, only Ulath-Pal, four of his slaves and two men to keep check on these guys were present, and Aliya surprisingly managed to catch one of the slavers completely off guard, going on to defeat the other one in quick fashion too. Ulath-Pal was properly pissed, especially since the slaves weren't gonna side with him when Aliya was promising them that they would all be freed today.
 
 
Ulath-Pal with his sword-arm ready challenged Aliya, and while he did fight almost as if there was an intent to injure and kill, I can't imagine that being something he wanted. He had decades of combat experience over Aliya to make sure he would turn out victorious, and for a moment, it didn't even look like Aliya was going to be able to strike Ulath-Pal at all with him having a counter to every single attack Aliya had up her sleeve. What he didn't have however, was knowledge of exactly what kind of hidden weapons Aliya had in her possession.
 
 
It was actually quite an amazing sight to see to see two simple Alteration spells, "burden" and "telekinesis" do as much damage to a seasoned warrior as a destruction spell. She dodged one of his many quick strikes, but the magically altered weight of the blade crashed down to the floor without him being able to even hold onto it. With a swift motion she was then able to pick up the sword with her own magic and direct it straight at his chest. It still was not enough, but a frost spell cast towards the blade all but sealed his fate, making it impossible for him to even draw it from his chest. He fell to his knees, and Aliya just kicked the blade deeper, sending the man laying on his back. Even after he was begging at the brink of death of the floor, she just gazed the man down with scorn. She continued to stomp on the blade to drive it deeper, kicking it around, all while the man himself was defenseless to do shit. She was cursing the man all the way through, telling him to go fuck himself in the afterlife, calling him a piece of shit for abusing her friends.
 
 
All I could think was damn, I had no idea she could be this sadistic!
 
 
Only his death could calm her, and once she did, she came for our aid, to make sure me and Staada were okay. Well at the time, I was intoxicated and drugged, and despite hurting a lot, I knew I was gonna be fine. In fact, I think Staada is faring a lot worse than me and isn't gonna live this humiliation down anytime soon. She did hug Aliya really tightly after being released though. Those two aren't on the best terms yet, but I feel that in due time, they're gonna be great friends as well.
 
 
Fast forwards few days, we're still resting at the camp with Manirai tending to our needs. We're pretty much starting to be alright though and ready to leave soon. As for Aliya? Well, she couldn't be named a Nerevarine by the wise woman alone, not before Erabenimsun had its new Ashkhan. Here, we come to a little detail I've neglected to mention up until now, which was the case of the fourth Gulakhan, Han-Ammu, the son of Airan-Ammu.
 
 
From the very start, he was part of Ulath-Pal's council of Golakhans thanks to his name-recognition alone, thanks to him being blood-related to the man who was Ashkhan before Ulath-Pal took over. This didn't make him loyal to that crook though, as his ideology matched that of Manirai's. This was all part of her plan as well, as this now meant that he could be next in line to take over the position of leadership, position that some argue should've been his from the very beginning.
 
 
This didn't mean it was easy to convince him to become the new leader though, but Aliya and Manirai were able to convince him in the end. I guess he must've recognized all the damage that Ulath-Pal had been able to deal and the great effort that Aliya went through to help them. In the end, he's really the only one here in this tribe who can unite Erabenimsun.
 
 
Anyway, I'm very happy for Aliya now. It wasn't a terribly huge, weeks long journey for her to gain recognition around here, but that doesn't mean it was easy. Things could've gone seriously wrong here had just one small event transpired differently. Soon, we'll be able to continue our journey further north. We're still headed for Tel Mora for that small job too, but I believe some more adventures with more Ashlanders await us on the way. Hopefully, the remaining tribes will be more welcoming towards us.
 
*[[JoS/Kanna/16th Journal - Grazelands|16th Journal - Grazelands]] ''(By Aliya)''


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Revision as of 15:33, 15 June 2021

Morning Star, 16th, 3E 428

We won't spend too much time in Balmora, as we're leaving tomorrow morning. Still, even if it's just for one day, it's always nice to see familiar faces and sleep under familiar blankets.


Karim said he's happy for me starting to grow up properly with my menstruation starting, and while I'm "plenty cute" already, he also said he can't wait to see just what kind of a strong woman I'll grow up to be. When he puts it that way, he sure does make it sound a bit exciting. I'll be turning ten this year as well. It really won't be long until I'm in my teens either!


For work with Thieves Guild, Habasi has nothing for me or Aliya, but suggested that we should visit other ringleaders, who might have something instead. She specifically mentioned Big Helende, who runs a business in Dirty Muriel's Cornerclub in the shadow of the Wolverine Hall, just south of Sadrith Mora.


As for active Morag Tong writs, I was trusted with only one. It's another petty contract, this time paid and bankrolled by Hlaalu to get rid of a treasury worker who embezzled quite a lot of money from them before going on a run and seeking refugee within a gang of criminals housing themselves in the sewers of St. Delyn. We're going towards Vivec City next anyway, so I have no problems getting rid of this guy. Still, a death sentence is a rather steep price to pay for mere theft of money, is it not? That must've been a huge sum of cash he stole! I'm hoping that the payment for a job well done will be equally big!







Morning Star, 18th, 3E 428

I had to walk into the holy city alone, as Aliya couldn't risk being seen by the Ordinators. She waited for me in Castle Ebonheart, or in Six Fishes Inn to be specific.


Getting to St. Delyn district was fairly easy, and finding our way to the sewers, also so. I really don't get why people call this city confusing. There are just seven cantons, eight if you count the temple, nine if you also count the palace. They layout is simple and every damn building is built in the same way, so why the controversy? Anyway, just because something's easy doesn't mean it's fun. Sewers are never fun places. They're smelly and filled with rats!


We - as in me and Staada - thought we found the place we were looking for when we found a door being guarded by a Nord male. He was not easy pickings for sneak with his back against the door, so I was gonna have hard time. Staada suggested we should try to flank him, so we did. That's when something surprising happened.


This man didn't take arms, nor did he even seem displeased at our presence. He immediately recognized Staada as an Aureal and couldn't believe it, loudly asking out loud what a Golden Saint was doing in this place. Surprised by his friendly attitude, I told him that she's my servant and under my direct control. He then asked me if I've come here to pay tribute to the Mad God? He called this a holy ground, as for behind these doors we would find Ihinipalit, the busiest shrine of Sheogorath in all of Morrowind, a place of worship, stories and generally speaking, just overall happiness. Turned out, this wasn't the place we were looking for, but we let ourselves be invited in anyway, as Staada seemed convinced it was going to be perfectly safe.


The shrine was rather small, consisting of the actual statue in the middle, as well as three cozy bedrooms, with pathways leading to them through each wall of this square room. Haki the Nord introduced me to his good pals Ormax and the leader Bjadmund. Ormax the Breton was a pretty quiet guy, while Bjadmund the Nord was loud and boisterous as all hell. Such a friendly guy though, albeit also a creepy, had that "my perverted uncle" vibe in my opinion. This bald Nord kept asking me if I'm ticklish, and that he loves tickling cute kids and making them laugh, calling himself a master tickler, talking about his soft touch of laughter. I'm not exactly sure what to make of him, but he sure has that madness to him you can expect from a follower of Sheogorath.


I also asked for the man I was looking for, and they told me that they would be honored to assist me on my righteous quest of taking this foul, foul bandit down. That's exactly what happened. Those three helped me and Staada kill every last bandit in their lair.


As soon as we returned to the shrine, they urged me to approach the altar at the foot of the statue. It was the first time I had actually taken a good look at it, but there was something so familiar about this man with a walking cane. His visage was in form of an Imperial man with a long beard and a fluffy mustache, dressed in exquisite Nibenese garments. Something about it just reminded me of that man I met when I was four, the one that showed me pretty magic tricks when I was feeling down, the one who told me that I too had the power to cast such pretty spells.


"Welcome, welcome", the booming voice spoke with great energy put into both words, as the voice of a god reached to me from Oblivion. He stated that it's so good for him to actually meet me again. It's been such a long time since then, he said, and he's so very proud of seeing what an adorable specimen of a brown little girl I've grown up to be. He all but confirmed to me that he was indeed the man who I met that day. But how? I didn't know that the daedric princes could just walk on Tamriel so freely… I mean, it shouldn't be possible? Not anymore anyway… Maybe there are exceptions…


He went on to say that he has blessed me with many great gifts. First, it was just encouragement, but then also an ability to tap into his realm for a higher level of magic. His latest gift to me was a certain little commander, that hotheaded and unpredictable girl which no other mortal has never been able to tame before me. He was obviously referring to Staada, but to speak of her as a "commander" makes me wonder if she actually special herself.


Why has he done all this? Well, does he need a fucking reason? He's the prince of madness! According to him though, he's lately taken a greater interest in mortals due to him searching for a perfect champion. I suppose that makes me a candidate for that? He also said that there's very little he's asked of me in return, which has mostly been due to him not finding me capable, at least not yet. Now though, now that he has molded me with his image in mind, now that I'm starting to show the "characteristics of insanity and madness", he'll be happy to set me on a glorious quest! It'll serve as a real test for whether I truly have what it takes.


"First", he said, "I know what you want. I know what you talked with my wee Saint about, and I know it interests you, you little pervert. Don't even try to deny it! You wish to tap to the magic so debaucherous that even my good pal Sanguine would approve of! Fear not, you can do it! Don't believe me? I know just the man who can prove it to you! We'll be crushing two bugs with one stone here!"


That was the end of that encounter, and I turned towards Bjadmund, who would give me the details on my epic quest. I must first find my squire, he said, an Argonian by the name of Big Head, living in seclusion on an island in the Sheogorad region. Big Head in turn would provide me with a holy, dragon-slaying relic which I would first train to use and wield, and then use to rescue a princess. I pressed him on the question of dragons, and he confirmed to me that "Oh yes, it's a fearsome dragon you'll be slaying". He also said he's eagerly awaiting for my return, and reminded that he's always up for some tickling if I'm interested, but only if I consent. He claimed that consent just makes tickling hotter or something.


In other news, I met up with Eno, who was happy with me recovering two pieces of the Webspinner set, saying that it would really seem that we're dealing with Dagonists after all. Makes sense why he's had so little luck recovering these pieces from hunting down Dark Brotherhood members. For now though, he said I should await further orders, come back in a week or so. There's not much work to be done right now, and he says he's gonna do some research on where secret shrines of Mehrunes Dagon could be located.


That concludes my business in Vivec City. Man, what a day. I did not expect to meet up with a cult worshipping Sheogorath, much less to commune with the Mad God himself. I really don't even know what to make of all this. Have I really been blessed by him or something? Besides, it's not just him either; Mephala and Mehrunes Dagon also took an interest on me… I mean, why? I'm a nobody, am I not? Or is this just normal? I guess some of these daedra love dealing with us mortals…


I also asked Staada about her thoughts, to which she said that it's true that Sheogorath has allowed me to take control of her, but that she doesn't ultimately mind, because like she's said before, she likes me. Well, that makes me happy at least… It's good to know she's being genuine and not just acting nice because I'm her mistress.


In any case, tomorrow we'll travel to Molag Mar. It's a town directly to the east from Suran, not too far away. We should probably get there in one day.







Morning Star, 19th, 3E 428

Molag Mar reminds me of Vivec City a lot. It's basically just one canton, almost identical to those you find in the holy city, except that it doesn't have a roof over its uppermost floor, its plaza. I guess there's also the fact that this place is in the middle of a volcanic wasteland instead of beautiful greenery, but whatever. This, too, is a holy site, and a popular way-stop here in the volcanic wastes of Molag Amur. The Temple's presence here is strong. Despite this, Aliya didn't seem too bothered about being seen. The guards did check both of us out, but none of them did so much as utter a word to us.


I left my friends to set up a room in the local tavern and headed out for a mission of my own. I had to figure out exactly where the Razor would be buried, and who its local owner would be. The temple was already closed and they wouldn't have told me anything anyway, so I had to do all of this stealthily.


There's a great number of burial sites and ancient tombs around this area, some of which are closer than the others. I didn't really know what to look for until I started going over the family names of the tombs. Two out of twelve were a match with a current registry of employers here in this temple. One of them is by the sea down the road we came, while the other one is located on the north-western slopes of Mount Assarnibibi, some twenty kilometers to the north from here.


This one is a total no-brainer; we're gonna search the Raviro Ancestral Tomb first, which is close-by. If that's a miss, we'll trek through mountains towards the tomb of Alas. Hopefully it's a match, as I don't feel like hiking.







Morning Star, 20th, 3E 428

Surprise, surprise, visiting the tomb of Raviro family was a waste of time.


Assarnibibi, the mountain that was visible to us throughout our journey, is also another holy site in the Tribunal temple's lore according to some travel map I found in a general store when we were leaving. Not sure why though, because to me this mountain looks just like any other, except maybe a little bit taller than average, and a lot blacker. We weren't headed for its summit though, so let's talk about the family tomb of Alas.


From the outside it looked just like any other boring burial, but inside, instead of finding undead, we found the once dead owner's familiars still guarding his remains. A pair of Scamps was the least of our problems, with me being able to take them out silently. A damn Clannfear then challenged us, and let me just tell you, as unassuming as they look, they're quick and deadly. I'm ill-suited to deal with them, but Staada taught me to try get behind them and run circles around them, as their bulky heads are invulnerable to damage, while their short legs are awfully slow at turning.


An Ogrim then surprised us from behind, but Staada, being as resourceful and amazing as ever, was able to save her mistress from being grabbed. It took our collective efforts to take it down though. The fire Atronach was left for Aliya to handle, as we didn't really feel like getting burned by getting close to it. A smart sequence of shutting down its magical defenses and a barrage of electricity later, the elemental exploded in a spectacular burst.


I approached the now skeletal remains of the man resting in his coffin and found an old dagger. The scabbard is in pristine shape with the letter "O" in daedric alphabet carved on it, but the blade looks brittle and unusable. It sure is pretty, but is this truly Mehrunes' Razor, a weapon of legend? More importantly, am I supposed to put down a priest with this? I guess that's doable, but it's not exactly sharp. It's gonna be a painful kill I'm sure.


All success so far. Weather is nice and with not a cloud in sight, I bet we're gonna have a fantastic sleep. No bandits around these parts either, just pilgrims and wild animals. Staada will keep watch over the night to make sure nothing happens to us. After that, she'll get some well-deserved time off.







Morning Star, 21st, 3E 428

We made it back to Molag Mar, but instead of settling down to rent a new room, we didn't even make our presence known. We figured out when the next boat would be leaving, and then found a safe passage into the plaza. Even though it was the middle of the day, I snuck into the Temple, because there was no way I was gonna let anyone see me.


After sneaking and searching around for a while, for way longer than I anticipated, I figured out where my target was. I didn't have much time, so I had to be quick. I knew that the ship was gonna leave the port at any moment and I wasn't gonna be late.


Lucky for me, my target was in his own study, writing something, probably work related, didn't care to check. He didn't see me, which allowed me to walk right behind him, so close I could touch him. I wanted to humor him with a chat, but the risk was too great, and I didn't have time either. I simply stabbed his heart as hard as I could. It was a shitty stab with a shitty weapon, and he was capable of still making noise, even though his death was sealed. In haste, I also slit his neck open, or at least tried to.


I could hear someone running towards the room, and the door was open. In panicked haste, and remembered the little toy I had on my finger. Never had I ever used it before, so I simply prayed it would work perfectly as I activated its power and cloaked myself, just in time to step into invisibility and hide from the horrified priestess' view. She was shouting and screaming guards, for help, for anyone. She couldn't believe that master Alas was dead. I could slip past her and start running as fast as I could, but even though I could not be seen, I was obviously making noise. She noticed my transparent visage, and her spell helped her locate my lifeforce and see the marking of my soul through her eyes. Still, no way she could've recognized me. She tried to strike me with an icy spear, which shattered on impact against the clay wall. Imagine an arrow, except ten times thicker, twice as long, and just as quick in air. Like shit, that kind of spear could've killed me! I knew I would be fast enough to escape her, but what if the other priests, mages or even trained guards could use similar style of magic?


Fortunately I made it out from the temple without any additional problems. I could hear the woman shouting orders at her colleagues about the assassin having escaped, trying to get them to secure any possible exits, and to me it seemed clear that she couldn't perceive my presence anymore. By the time the Ordinators were aware of what was going on, I had already slipped past them too.


Just as I had suspected, the ship had raised its anchor and it was leaving. Aliya was already on the board, seeming a little distraught about me not making it in time, wondering if she should abandon the ship. She didn't have to, because I simply tapped on her shoulder, asking if she paid for me. She nodded and hugged me, asking if I got into trouble.


Well, yes, I got into trouble, but it'll be fine… I hope…


This is an Imperial trade ship on route to Castle Ebonheart. That's a bummer, as we were supposed to go straight to Sadrith Mora, but it'll do. I'll just visit Ald Sotha, because isn't that a shrine to Mehrunes Dagon too? Would I be able to restore the Razor there? I sure hope so. I don't want to keep carrying a bloody, rusty dagger around. Even though it's in its scabbard, you can still smell the blood through it.







Morning Star, 22nd, 3E 428

I approached the shrine of Dagon to communicate. His godly magic touched the rusty, bloody dagger on the altar, and sure enough, he could restore the shining edge of this daedric weapon to its pristine glory. For a weapon made from daedric metal it sure looks… Different. It's grey and silvery, although still darker than your typical silver or steel weapon. Deadlier too, for sure. It's my first properly enchanted weapon too, and it's got something to do with disintegrating both flesh and armor with poison. So shiny too, I can see my reflection on it. And its shape, it's such a beautiful weapon.


Mehrunes Dagon said that he trusts me with carrying it and wreaking havoc on mortals with it, and that was the end of it… Or, at least the end of me talking to him.


Severa seemed simultaneously angered and impressed of me wielding this weapon, a blade that she recognized instantly. She asked what in Sithis' name was going on here, and I explained everything that happened to me in Yassamidan, trying to make it clear that it was never my intention to hide anything from her. She nodded, saying that she's obviously happy and proud, but also a bit mad about me not consulting about murdering a priest first. Then, she told me to listen carefully to what she was about to say next.


"Don't rely on it too much", she said. "Every soul this Razor takes is sent straight to the Lord of Destruction himself. That is not what we want, that is not our way."


I admit, I didn't know that. It doesn't really matter to me what happens to the soul after they die. Void or the Deadlands, I'm not sure what kind of afterlife is worse. It could also just be that sending souls to the void is just a metaphor and that the Dark Brotherhood actually doesn't have control over where our target's screaming souls go in afterlife… But I'll keep that opinion to myself. I'm not too keen on angering my colleagues with my blasphemy, and I don't really want to invoke the wrath of Sithis either.


"Secondly, keep it out of view", she said, looking over her shoulder to make sure we were still alone. "I'm sure they are looking for the Razor too."


After that, I left. There's no more real work available for me, at least not here. There could be on the east coast, and I kind of need to help Aliya there too.


On a final note, was recovering this artifact truly a smart idea? Mehrunes Dagon entrusted it with me, but he could be plotting something himself, and who knows how long he will want me to wield it. If I were to act like he told me, I would surely please him by giving him a lot of souls to play with, but if I were to seldom use it as Severa instructed, then I might displease him. And, like Severa said, there are many who want this weapon too, many who probably deem me unworthy, such as the rivaling Dagonists. Whether it's the local ones or the Mythic Dawn, they would surely come for me if they found out I wielded the Razor.


I have an ugly feeling in my stomach, but for now, I'll hold onto it. I have another great dagger too, so it's not like I need it. Granted, this one's enchanted and better in almost every single way… I'll use it only if I really feel like I need to. Gonna hide the scabbard under armor and conceal it. Would a cape suit me? A black cloak would be neat and work well with my stealthy approach and blend well with my armor… Yeah, I'm gonna get myself one!







Morning Star, 24th 3E 428

Finally, Sadrith Mora! Don't have to worry too much about whether I'm able to get around or not, because Aliya is recognized and welcomed here as a brethren. The place we weren't headed for wasn't in the Telvanni city to the north, but rather in the Wolverine Hall to the south.


Neither of us have met Big Helende yet, but she was quick to believe us to be part of the Thieves Guild, especially after Aliya told her that Habasi recommended us. She said that there's a lot of money to be made in a city this rich, meaning that she also has a LOT of contracts waiting for anyone brave enough to try. She gave us a list of three difficult to acquire items, which include a recipe for specific kind of dispel potion, some cookbook which belongs to a Redoran master chef, as well as a high-quality retort used for alchemy. "A good starting point for me to test your skills", she said.


I see a pattern here. Could it be that mages and thieves work together here in this city, where they both are seen as outsiders by the mighty Telvanni? Aliya says she's not too keen on angering the wrong people though, which I can respect considering she's trying to advance ranks here.


Anyway, stealing the potion recipe was the easiest part, as we didn't have to actually leave the city for that. Anis Seloth's shop has no special name, as she operates a business from her house, but that doesn't make her business any less reputable. I actually didn't steal the recipe, but instead just copied it on a paper. To prove to Helende that it was a real deal and that I wasn't scamming her, she let me us a laboratory in the tavern to brew the potion according to the recipe. That's one out of three down.


Next job requires us to travel north to Tel Mora, but we're taking the scenic route. Aliya has some places to visit down the road. I think we're gonna start off to the south-west of here and visit a camp of Erabenimsun tribe. I have no idea what kind of test they will put Aliya through and I don't even know if I can help her in this quest. Even if I can't… At least I'll give her some emotional support!







Morning Star, 29th 3E 428

Out of the four great clans of Vvardenfell, Erabenimsun is by far least accepting of outlanders, and the fact that they're not prominent followers of the Nerevarine cult complicated the situation even more. Even with the proof around Aliya's finger, there were those amongst these Ashlanders who saw her as nothing more than a fake and a fraud.


I kept quiet with Staada on my side, as Aliya was asking the questions. Two first people she approached told her that she's not welcome and that she won't be accepted, telling her to go spout her superstitious nonsense elsewhere, but the third one gave a different answer. He too said that she won't ever be accepted, but only if the situation remains as it is. Aliya was quickly granted audit with the wise woman of Erabenimsun, Manirai, who was more than happy to hear her out and explain what's going on.


Manirai went on to talk about the two faces of Erabenimsun. One which she represents is one that is peaceful, where people act wary but are ultimately friendly towards outsiders, and above everything else, respectful of the world around them, as well as the ancestors who paved the way that the modern tribe walks today. One that the Ashkhan Ulath-Pal represents though is very warlike, violent and hateful towards outsiders and anyone who allies with them, even the other Ashlander tribes. He along with his supporters, most of his Gulakhans, have pushed this way of life ever since taking power following the death of former Ashkhan Airan-Ammu. I kept my mouth shut here as well, but I have to wonder, could some of the Ashlanders I've been contracted to murder in this general area been connected to this tribe as well? Wouldn't surprise me.


Manirai hates what this tribe has become, but believes it's not the past the point of no return. "It can be reformed", she said. She herself is getting old, and even though she's very much respected, in the current political climate she has little to no influence over this tribe. She also said she's almost certain that peaceful reformation of the tribe is simply not possibly. "What we need is a violent revolution", she said, "it's the only way". Ulath-Pal and his Gulakhans Ahaz, Ranabi and Ashu-Ahhe must die. Only if Aliya could pull this off, could she be named the Nerevarine of Erabenimsun.


Aliya is no killer, which makes this all the more complicated, as me doing all the job in her stead wouldn't prove her to the tribe. She seemed troubled, but promised that she'd do whatever she could for the betterment of this tribe.


This is where things started going against us. Two of our targets were waiting for us outside with four of his men at bay. Walls of these yurts are thin, and they had been listening on that discussion. They made it clear that the wise woman's betrayal would not be tolerated, and that they weren't gonna take any risks or make any deals with us. They wanted us captured alive, and that's exactly what they were going to try.


They gained an early upper hand but the fact that they weren't actually trying to kill us three cost them, as we took three of these common bandits down in self-defense. By that time though, everyone had realized what was going on, including the Ashkhan himself. They managed to wound Staada, which was a big shock to me considering that she's by far the best close-quarters fighter among us. Aliya was faring badly and I knew I wasn't gonna last long either. It was actually one of the Gulakhans Ranabi who finally caught me, but he couldn't overpower me in time. In my resistance and attempt to free myself I managed to strike through his magical barrier to strike a mortal blow to his neck and shoulder, but that would end up being the last thing I managed to do, because the men pinned me to the ground. I saw them try to keep Aliya down, but it was actually Manirai who managed to save her from being captured. I shouted at Aliya to just forget about trying to fight and run away, and it's a good thing she did.


Ulath-Pal was smiling having forced his opposition into submission, but under that wicked grin I could tell that he was seething with rage because one of his Gulakhans was dead along with three of his other men. One of his men tied my hands tightly behind my back and grabbed me by my hair, pulling it backwards to expose my face to the angry man. He slapped me square on my cheek and the stinging pain of his palm immediately forced my eyes to water up. He swore at me, hurled abuse at me, called me a fucking monkey and likened my skin-color to that of his shit. He called me an animal only fit for rape and said he's gonna make me regret stepping onto this island and ever siding myself with the false incarnate. All this made me want to kill him, and I begun to understand exactly why Manirai was calling for a violent revolution. Despite my anger though, there was nothing I could do to stop him from abusing me.


Me and Staada were dragged inside Ulath-Pal's yurt and found out what it had outside wasn't all the place had to offer, as there was an underground passage leading to an egg mine. Ulath-Pal had quite a few slaves down there as free labor for him. Our job down here is to serve our masters through not through labor, but through sexual servitude.


Also, let me just say that these guys are nowhere near as dumb and careless as those bandits in that abandoned stronghold were.


First thing Ulath-Pal did was make it his personal mission to punish me personally, although he had lot of his men to help him with that, and don't forget, Staada was also there with us. They tied slave's bracers around our wrists to drain us of our magicka, which for both of us meant rendering us useless. As if that wasn't enough, they used a lot of rope to tie us up in tight bondage. Rope's that tied my arms and wrists into immovable submission dug against my chest, pressing my arms against my back tightly.


He bent me over and pressed my torso against a table, pushing my head against it with one hand, with his open palm shot smacking against my butt, turning into a squeezing grope. He wanted to make me beg for mercy, promising that I would never live another day a free girl ever again, but I wasn't gonna show him any weakness. I reminded him that it wouldn't matter what he did to me, because in the end Aliya would come for me and save me, but he didn't take me seriously at all. She wasn't going to be able to do anything alone and would just be captured as well, or so he said.


Unimpressed by my mental fortitude and unwillingness to give in to his abuse, he brought up more toys along with his subordinates. Drugging me was his first course of action, for it would help him force his will over me where his words and actions failed. Next, he pulled a mouth-gag across my face, tightening it as hard as he could to force that ball deep into my mouth, over my tongue and behind my teeth, and buckling it up so it would not budge. A slave does not need to be able to speak, he said.


His full attention was on my exposed genitals next, as he vigorously rubbed against my slit. Those harsh brushes from his fingers alongside the cocktail of drugs running through my blood were more than enough to turn me on. I tossed and twisted my hip, but he just stuck his middle finger in and laughed at me, reminding me that there's no escape.


"No need to play stubborn", he said as he abused me with his finger. "Your tight, wet, twitching cunt tells me all I need to know", he continued and slapped me on my ass again. Along with a gentle squeeze, he pressed his thumb against my butthole, rolling it around in a circular motion. All that touching, on both my holes nonetheless, just made me want to moan out loud, but I could only mumble onto the wooden ball tucked between tongue and palate.


Suddenly I felt solid, smooth metal dig through my anus and spread it with every inch it passed into me. A jeweled, enchanted plug filled me and my butt just gulped it up with only its flat head exposed for Ulath-Pal to look at. That was the last of his toys though, as the next thing poking against me was his actual cock. That stupid, vibrating plug just make his insertion more maddening, and the fact that the effects of Skooma had properly kicked up to wreak havoc on my body wasn't helping me either.


Despite being harsh on words earlier, he had nothing but good things to say when he got around raping me. He called me a beautiful gem, every bit as tight as he was hoping me to be, and a girl at the peak of her market value. Of course, the value he saw in me was not the same as a slave trader would see, as he was more than happy to just keep me in his collection, but it went on to show exactly how these people feel about outlanders in these lands. To be regarded as nothing more than an object and to be referred openly as such doesn't feel too good. Still, with him constantly exercising his power over me, not only with his bondage but also with his cock, he showed me that he truly was capable of owning me or anyone else unfortunate to become his prey.


He was surprisingly slow, but every push felt deep and powerful. He was biding his time, and with his hand toying with my groin too, he was gonna make me cum way too fast. This, of course, was just another victory for him, and he made sure to shame me verbally for it, calling me hopeless and weak, and a born slut, a girl meant to be owned by a man.


With every passing minute his pace grew quicker, and while he seemed at times like he was more than happy to prolong the play, he moved and sounded like he just wanted to cum. He took hold of my leg and lifted it up, continuing to pound me even harder.


Being lifted on my side, I could also see better what they were doing to Staada. Just like me, they had tied her up and bent her over a table, but unlike me she was on her back. She had one of those feeder gags on her face - you know, the kind with the hole to an open mouth - and two men fucked her at the same time. One cock was pounding her pussy and holding onto her waist, while the other guy had stuck his cock into the feeder, fucking her mouth while the elastic leather made it impossible for her to bite down on it. It also let me notice how two additional men were preparing another table fit for both of us, complete with shackles, bars and beams melded into it and onto the wall. I could already guess that it was meant for both of us.


Ulath-Pal finally came, and moaned about how I was absolutely sucking him up with my hungry cunt. He grabbed onto my hip so hard, pulled me against his dick too, and the way it was twitching and pulsating as it filled me up just pushed me towards another climax. I was already on the edge, basically caught in an inescapable chain of pleasure, but the feeling of him forcing his rape-seed into my womb was just too much. He did not pull away at all before he was completely done, and when he did, he did it so slowly and carefully, with my body shivering in pleasure with every single inch his cock pulled out of me. And now that he had had his fun, he was ready to pass me on to his subordinates.


Like I suspected, I got to sit on the wide table with beams. With more rope, they tied my knees to this long, horizontal beam that forced my legs wide open while simultaneously pushing them towards my body. With Staada in a similar position next to me, with both of our arms still helplessly bound, our already abused pussies were at perfect height and in perfect position for further use. It was Ulath-Pal's punishment for our violence, a hundred man public-use fuck marathon. First men came and stuck their cocks into us, thrusting in and out without us being able to do as much as move a muscle to defend ourselves.


There weren't that many of them, only like a dozen or something, but it was more than enough to surround us in that cramped chamber. They didn't line up, but they took turns, and they all took their sweet time. There were no breaks either, as immediately after one man cummed inside of us, another man would take his place. It was a long process which saw no end. I hadn't counted, but this was gonna take a long time.


Ulath-Pal also had the brilliant idea of also introducing other slaves to the play when his subordinates begun to return to work and their own posts. Mind you, the slaves that work the mine in this wretched place are mostly men, mostly beast folk. They brought a Khajiit with black fur to me, and with whips in their hands and a collar on his neck, they told him to rape me. He seemed hesitant, and I can't blame him. He was forced into doing this too and not every man under the sun is a sex-hungry, thirsty maniac looking for women and girls to abuse, but according to Ulath-Pal, we were even lower on the pecking order than these workers. I also think there was a bit of desire for him to humiliate me by having me mate an animal, as he called these Khajiit and Argonians just that.


Now, I may not be into Khajiiti men or furry folk in general, but calling these men animals is just plain offensive. What was a much bigger point of contention for me was the shape of his actual cock. It clearly was different from any other cock I have ever laid eyes on, and to be quite frank, it looked a little scary. They say those barbs are actually meant to stimulate women, but it just looked painful. Besides, a human vagina clearly isn't designed for such phalluses! …Or, so I thought.


He stuck his cock in, whispering "I'm sorry" as he did, and I could barely take it half-way in before it had reached my deepest depths. With those bony barbs alongside its girth it not only made my pussy act up, but also my eyes to water up. I wanted to moan so bad, he made me cum from a simple insertion. His hands which were clasped around my waist just added to this alien sensation, as his long, sharp nails dug into my skin. He wasn't even bigger than the rest of these men, yet it felt so much more than that. The men urged him to be rough and fuck hard, while I wanted to just tell him to slow down. Like seriously, it hurt! Of course it hurt! Don't let the fact that he made me cum distract you from that!


The whole ordeal felt so damn long too, and he made me cum again, and then once more as he was reaching the orgasm of his own. This man was properly in mating mode and only his own climax was gonna stop him at this point. When he eventually did, I was just so glad and so out of breath. My eyes must've properly rolled to the back of my head as I breathed deep. It's a good thing that the next up one of the Ulath-Pal wanted to do me again, saying that slaves can wait.


Fortunately though, our salvation was on its way, as Aliya went on to prove that she's capable of doing great things even alone. Granted, it took this long for her to actually reach us, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't worried at any point! But she made it, that's all that matters.


She had first saved Manirai from her chains, in which she was most likely set to die for her betrayal, and in the process of doing so, she had murdered two of the bandits watching over him, as well as Ahaz, who was considered the best warrior in the service to Ulath-Pal. I didn't get to see this, but Manirai likened Aliya to a demon, saying that in her anger she actually managed to freeze that man to death.


Other thing she managed to do was rally some of those who were on Manirai's side to take up arms and fight for their freedom, reminding them of their sacred traditions and customs, citing that they shouldn't let a mere bandit to control them. People were starting to turn coat, but the deed was not done yet, even though they had the last remaining Gulakhan Ashu-Ahhe under their thumb.


At that point, I had no idea what was going on, but I learned of all of it rather quickly after she finally came for my rescue. At that point, only Ulath-Pal, four of his slaves and two men to keep check on these guys were present, and Aliya surprisingly managed to catch one of the slavers completely off guard, going on to defeat the other one in quick fashion too. Ulath-Pal was properly pissed, especially since the slaves weren't gonna side with him when Aliya was promising them that they would all be freed today.


Ulath-Pal with his sword-arm ready challenged Aliya, and while he did fight almost as if there was an intent to injure and kill, I can't imagine that being something he wanted. He had decades of combat experience over Aliya to make sure he would turn out victorious, and for a moment, it didn't even look like Aliya was going to be able to strike Ulath-Pal at all with him having a counter to every single attack Aliya had up her sleeve. What he didn't have however, was knowledge of exactly what kind of hidden weapons Aliya had in her possession.


It was actually quite an amazing sight to see to see two simple Alteration spells, "burden" and "telekinesis" do as much damage to a seasoned warrior as a destruction spell. She dodged one of his many quick strikes, but the magically altered weight of the blade crashed down to the floor without him being able to even hold onto it. With a swift motion she was then able to pick up the sword with her own magic and direct it straight at his chest. It still was not enough, but a frost spell cast towards the blade all but sealed his fate, making it impossible for him to even draw it from his chest. He fell to his knees, and Aliya just kicked the blade deeper, sending the man laying on his back. Even after he was begging at the brink of death of the floor, she just gazed the man down with scorn. She continued to stomp on the blade to drive it deeper, kicking it around, all while the man himself was defenseless to do shit. She was cursing the man all the way through, telling him to go fuck himself in the afterlife, calling him a piece of shit for abusing her friends.


All I could think was damn, I had no idea she could be this sadistic!


Only his death could calm her, and once she did, she came for our aid, to make sure me and Staada were okay. Well at the time, I was intoxicated and drugged, and despite hurting a lot, I knew I was gonna be fine. In fact, I think Staada is faring a lot worse than me and isn't gonna live this humiliation down anytime soon. She did hug Aliya really tightly after being released though. Those two aren't on the best terms yet, but I feel that in due time, they're gonna be great friends as well.


Fast forwards few days, we're still resting at the camp with Manirai tending to our needs. We're pretty much starting to be alright though and ready to leave soon. As for Aliya? Well, she couldn't be named a Nerevarine by the wise woman alone, not before Erabenimsun had its new Ashkhan. Here, we come to a little detail I've neglected to mention up until now, which was the case of the fourth Gulakhan, Han-Ammu, the son of Airan-Ammu.


From the very start, he was part of Ulath-Pal's council of Golakhans thanks to his name-recognition alone, thanks to him being blood-related to the man who was Ashkhan before Ulath-Pal took over. This didn't make him loyal to that crook though, as his ideology matched that of Manirai's. This was all part of her plan as well, as this now meant that he could be next in line to take over the position of leadership, position that some argue should've been his from the very beginning.


This didn't mean it was easy to convince him to become the new leader though, but Aliya and Manirai were able to convince him in the end. I guess he must've recognized all the damage that Ulath-Pal had been able to deal and the great effort that Aliya went through to help them. In the end, he's really the only one here in this tribe who can unite Erabenimsun.


Anyway, I'm very happy for Aliya now. It wasn't a terribly huge, weeks long journey for her to gain recognition around here, but that doesn't mean it was easy. Things could've gone seriously wrong here had just one small event transpired differently. Soon, we'll be able to continue our journey further north. We're still headed for Tel Mora for that small job too, but I believe some more adventures with more Ashlanders await us on the way. Hopefully, the remaining tribes will be more welcoming towards us.