Morthal, Skyrim

Morghâsh Dagon - Sitting in the front of the dinge I watch as my crew seems to struggle to row us into the quiet town of Morthal. Rolling my eyes I rest my elbow on the side of the dinge and rest my chin in my hand and watch as a duckling seems to race past us...

"How in the bloody hell do you lot consider yerselves sailors?"

"We're gettin it Cap'n we're gettin it!"

"Really? could have fooled me..."

A soft cool breeze shifts the mists to reveal the relatively small hold of Morthal, looking over my shoulder I see the fog shift and watch as the Holds Capital appears out of the foggy mists.

"Finally!" he called out as the building begin to apear out of the mist.

Michael Scott Kroush - Standing in Morthal with a force if 50 infantry and 50 rangers behind them, Fjolfrin Fire-Eye and Astien await the arrival of this pirate crew with crossed arms.

"Someone wishes to speak to you, Captain," the burly Nord commander states, "and you don't want to keep him waiting."

Vorm Blade-Breaker - I sit quietly on the edge of a dock drinking my 4th pint of Mead. When a voice catches my ear...

"Finally! If you two dolts cant row straight this crew is in more dire straights than I ever could have imagined..."

Quirking an eye brow I mutter into my pint, "Interesting... this could be just what I've been waiting for......" I yell out to what appears to be a Dunmer out in a dinge, "HOY YOU IN THE BOAT SOUNDS LIKE YOU NEED A RELIABLE CREW! WHEN DO WE SAIL?!"

Vorm Blade-Breaker - Hearing another voice calling out to the boat I respond to them as well, "HOY THATS MY TICKET OUTTA THIS CRAP HOLE OF A HOLD!"

Morghâsh Dagon - "We can talk once I get to shore... which is likely to be another 2 hours with these dolts rowing... so find us a table in the Inn the lot of you!" I turn to my crew, "MOVE YER ASSES YOU SAD EXCUSES FOR ROCKS!"

Vorm Blade-Breaker - Downing the last of my mead I push off the dock and slosh through the watery muck and slam a heavy hand down on the bowsprit of the boat and drag it to the docks ignoring the exhasperated grown of the Dunmer...

Morghâsh Dagon - I grown and slouch into the bottom of the boat as a massive Nord in heavy steel and iron armor simply drags the dinge into dock. Slapping an hand over my face I ask, "and who are you ya giant pile of iron stove?"

Michael Scott Kroush - Once the boat had landed, Fjolfrin and Astien lead the captain to a tent, just outside the city, where stood the High King, looking over maps of the province.

"So, you're the pirate captain that's been plundering my province," he stated, looking up from his work, "somehow, I'm not impressed. Give me one reason not to send you and your crew to the mines outside of Highreach Keep. What can you offer to the people of Skyrim?"

Vorm Blade-Breaker - "Names Vorm Blade-Breaker, your new Marine whether you like it or not. I'm sick of this muck sunk place... by the way first rounds on you Captain..."

Morghâsh Dagon - Flinching at the fact that my exploits have gotten out into general knowledge I respond, "no idea what your talkin about... I'm a merchant escort..."

Vorm Blade-Breaker - Frowning I glare at the captain, just another boring job to fill my time until I found something better....

Morghâsh Dagon - "...Ive never attacked anything but those that have attempted to rid my charges of their goods which they seek to sell to this countries citizens! We're not even armed! well except for... what was your name again Nord?"

Vorm Blade-Breaker - "...Vorm, Captain..."

Morghâsh Dagon - Gesturing at the giant metal encased Nord, "Yeah what he said."

Michael Scott Kroush - "Well, you're about to work for me," Mikkel Septim explained, then changed maps to one of Morrowind. " See this area here, the eastern coast of Morrowind? It's been largely unsettled since the Argonians attacked and wiped out many Dunmer settlements. I want to make sure that this area is not used by foreign powers from Akavir, or even Black Marsh, as a staging ground to strike at Skyrim and the rest of Tamriel. Your mission is primarily scouting. But, should you spot an enemy camp on this mission, wipe them out."

Morghâsh Dagon - Quirking an eyebrow, I start to respond but catch myself, "Hehe Akavir doesn't have any ships capable of reaching these shores I sa- I just came from there, they've all been sunk in a naval battle about 13months back..."

Vorm Blade-Breaker - Frowning I turn to a barmaid "Two pints of mead... on the dunmers tab...."

Michael Scott Kroush - "Right," Septim nodded, "That was over a year ago. This is now. I am willing to hire you and your crew to act as naval scouts while I build up a force of my own. I'm willing to pay a monthly sum of 10 thousand septims for your services. We will renegotiate when my ships are built and staffed. What do you say?"

Morghâsh Dagon - thinking it over, "....make it 15 and you've got a deal..."

Michael Scott Kroush - "You'll take 12, and be glad I don't have Fjolfrin throw you into the mines for life."

Morghâsh Dagon Glaring at the man I aim to bite back with a hostile response when I'm cut off...

Vorm Blade-Breaker - My ears perk at the talk of septims, collecting my mead I stomp over and answer for the captain, "We'll do it, yer Majesty."

Michael Scott Kroush - By the blade of Fjolfrin's daedric dai-katana at Morghâsh's neck. "You don't want to do that," the large Nord warrior growled.

Morghâsh Dagon - Closing my eyes I respond through gritted teeth, "Aye we will do it milord...12 it is."

Vorm Blade-Breaker - "Sheath yer blade woman, Captain here is an honorable man... just likes a good deal is all don't ya captain..."

Morghâsh Dagon - "....aye what he said..."

Michael Scott Kroush - "You can resupply at Solitude. The East Empire company will have anything you may need, and it will be paid for by Highreach. We take care of those we work with."

Fjolfrin sheathed his blade as Mikkel Continued to speak.

"You have one month to scout the area and report back to me. You will have access to the docks at Solitude. Also, any Akaviri ships you may find that pose a threat to Tamriel, take them out. Also, we'll pay top gold for any and all weapons and armor from their stores. Ok?"

Morghâsh Dagon - "Verm.... Get your gear together..."

Vorm Blade-Breaker "Vorm..."

Morghâsh Dagon - "you heard me...

Morghâsh Dagon - My ears perk at the sound of the east empire company, "will do milord... once we restore out crews numbers, we still need about 4 more..."

Michael Scott Kroush - "Then get to it. I expect to hear back from you in a month's time."

Morghâsh Dagon - "Aye aye"

Christopher Trevelyan Carter - I walked into morthal on a mission to see how things are going within our hold and I saw the high king Michael and the pirate crew thats been going around skyrim and ask "what in oblivion is going on here??"

Michael Scott Kroush - "Turning a potential problem into a resource, Trevelyan," Astien explained.

Christopher Trevelyan Carter - "But Astien, why even deal with theses people and I thought you guys were still at sea for that vacation/meeting" *I see Hanali sitting in chair and I walk over* "ah your back I was wondering when I see you next" *we hug and kiss each other on the cheek*

Michael Scott Kroush - "Simple, Trevelyan," Mikkel Septim explained, "Potential. These people may be pirates, but if I can get them to focus their talents on something else, say, scouting the eastern shores of Tamriel for any potential threats, then they won't be trying to plunder our lands, and they may wind up doing some good. Besides, until the ship builders from Hammerfell finish building a Navy for Skyrim, we need their services."

Christopher Trevelyan Carter - "Good point..."

Morghâsh Dagon - Slouching back in my chair which is tipped back against the wall with one of my feet up on the table I watch as the king and his retinue depart. As the door closes I slip my foot from the tables edge and stomp it onto the floor snapping my fingers as I hurtle forwards. with that snap of my fingers I ignite Vorms mead as he was raising it to his lips. Startled he drops the pint and begins to stand as my hand snatches the collar of his armor and jerk him towards me bringing us face to face.

"The fuck do you think your doing Nord!" I bark at him quietly.

Vorm Blade-Breaker - Startled by the ignition of my mead I begin to bolt upright only to be yanked off balance by the little dunmer...

"HOY hold up a minute!"

Morghâsh Dagon - "BE SILENT YOU DIMWHITTED ATRINOCK... YOUVE JUST SOLD ME AND MY CREW INTO SERVICE WITH THE CROWN!!!" pausing my rant I growl and try to collect myself, "we. are. pirates.... we do not work for the fucking crown. we work for ourselves. we STEAL the CROWNS gold... we do not EARN it!"

Vorm Blade-Breaker - I listen quietly letting him get his get his anger out and as he gets to that vehement quiet anger I realize hes just working himself up and take matters into my own hand grabbing ahold of his wrist and squeezing it with authority.

"Listen Captain. all I know is that escaping from the mines is a LOT harder than escaping on the high seas... yeah hes paying us... don't mean we have to do what he says... we just gotta nod and play nice until we're out at sea... once we get there we all flip him little birdies and away we go... For Aedra's sake why am I the only one to see this?"

Morghâsh Dagon - I make to answer when his wisdom dawns on me... damn this Nord to oblibion but he was right we could run whenever we wanted... my ship was capable of out running a sea tarn on a windless day even if he HAD a navy his clunky ships would never be able to keep up with us... and naval ships didn't have the low draught that Ved Yolos boasted... hell we should sail up a river if we wanted.... it was then that I realized I was standing there with my mouth hanging open... before I could even close it a new thought dawned on me....

"Very good point Vern... I counter with this... what if we did as he asks and just raided the Morrowind settlements while accepting his gold as well... ingratiating ourselves until we can sail back and buy out the

Lost port... and crown ourselves as the kings of pirates.... in the mean time rumor has it that theres some big too do down in Cyrodiil... something about someone trying to take the emperors crown or something.... now you and I both know that whenever someone trys to take a throne there is ALWAYS a dispute.... uh sit, sit we have much to discuss, MAID FRESH MEAD OR WHATEVER YOU INLANDERS SERVE!"

We sit and begin to discuss our options in hushed tones... what luck a Nord with a brain... how convenient... Big as Castle Dour, more muscle than a damned bugbear, more heavily armored than a dwarven legion, and as tactically minded as one of those thrice damned Imperial legion generals.... most convenient.....

Vorm Blade-Breaker - We sat and discussed our options for hours amongst ourselves the Captain, his first mate Westyn or whatever he was called, and I. After an hour or so he had sent his two crewmen back to the ship though given their skill getting here I doubt they would be able to make it back within the next week or so...

As the night drew on we orders some supper (and then some dinner) and got to know one another once we had something that resembled half a plan and fell back to getting to know one another.

I told them of my childhood being a Nord raised in Bruma, Cyrodiil. Of my tenure within the legions. The story of each of my favorite scars, just as I begin the story of my second to last favorite I see the captains eyes flicker over my shoulder and I change the location of the scar from my right shoulder to my right side touching my left hand to my armor just over the "scar" bringing my hand within inches of the hilt of my unadorned cleaver of a sword and glance out of the corner of my eye over my left shoulder seeking any possible target... pointless really as I was still wearing my helm and couldn't see squat any way...