Hey peoples It's Christmas break, Jan 2nd 07 and it's almost over. It's 1:15 in the morning, and I'm completely bored. So why not make my next chapter I'm so sorry it's taking so long. I guess it won't be the long story I envisioned, but I want to make it long none the less. I wont finish this tonight, but hopefully by tomorrow

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The Morrowind Mafia

Drug Addiction

Ralas sat there. Thumbing through the red dunmer book. She's been gone for a few minutes...he thought as he dropped the red book and picked up the journal. Feeling the cover and looking at the pages. She has a diary too... ralas thought as he looked at it. He stood and walked up to the shelf. I wonder if it says anything about me in it...he thought as he started to lift his hand.

His index finger rested on the top of the diary's spine. All of a sudden his finger became heavy and his heart started pounding as if it was hours past feeding time for the hounds. His finger lay lazily on the book. Then he noticed he was pulling it out between the other books. What am I doing? Am I dreaming? I am about to read a teenage girls diary. Sweat started to dribble down his chin as he picks up the book. He held it in his hands, looking at the green cover. It has a symbol on it, one he has never seen before. He opens the book and thumbs through a few pages.

19th Rain's Hand

Today was Fantastic, considering my position. Bregor decided to help pay my rent at the thieves guild. He hasn't gone into details, but now I don't have to bother him so much, and I finally have a place I can live myself. Now I just need to earn money to buy provisions. It'd be nice to have a room mate though.

29th Rain's Hand

I'm finally completely moved in. I have a bed, dresser, table, and a few things. The owner is really nice. He visits me occasionally to check up on me. And yesterday Bregor treated us all out to dinner. He's so nice. My father had a great choice in friends.

Ralas skips ahead a month or two.

2nd Mid Year

ow Crampsཀ I'm getting my period now. It hurts more than usual.

Ralas stopped. This is exactly what I was afraid of. Girl secrets involving 'functions' his brain told him to stop but his eyes were transfixed to the pages.

I hope it doesn't happen during temple again...that was embarrassing. I'm getting very emotional. I hate myself sometimes when I am. Two months ago I was upset at Bregor because I was just, stressed I guess. Then I left and didn't come back for days. I'm not sure if it's related to my period, but I get really...sexually...needy.

15th Mid Year

I bought a lovely neckless today It's pure silver with a diamond in the center. I've been saving up for something really nice my entire life. I'm going to treasure my neckless for the rest of my life. Hopefully if I have children someday it could be a family heirloomཀ

Ralas noticed water stains on the next page just as he was about to skip ahead.

19th Mid Year

today my neckless was stolen. I was eating dinner out at the eight plates, and on my way home I was mugged. A large Breton wearing Deadric armor and a large black khajiit with a large claymore on his back forced me in an ally. A million thoughts went through my head. I thought I was going to die, I was going to be kidnaped and never seen my friends again, be sold off to a slave company, even raped. I was scared. They ripped off my new neckless, and I tried to escape but they were too strong. The khajiits claws ripped into my clothes. There were scratches through my blouse into my bra, nothing too revealing, but his claws cut my skirt, they only stayed on because I held them. You could have seen almost everything had it not been for my underwear. The breton grabber my hands to keep me from running, and he pinned me against the wall. I thought he was going to rape me. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw the khajiit removing his pants. I thought that was it for sure, but he just relived himself on a crate nearby. The thought of that disgusting khajiit and his thing coming into me. His hairy thing. I reported to the guards, but they couldn't find the assaulters. I was so scared.

Ralas thought he heard someone coming up the stair but it was just a drunk leaving. This is wrong. I shouldn't be reading this. This is private.

11th Sun Height

yesterday was a nice Merchant's Festival, I bought a nice ring. Nothing fancy, so as not a recurrence of the last incident. Bregor was gone. I was wondering where he was. I went to his house that night and his girlfriend was there. Apparently he got caught again and we have to break him out. I just have to distract the guards while she goes in and breaks him out. I might pull my 'nix hounds over the hill' thing again, or maybe just report a bar fight. Maybe some rude jokes I heard at the bars.

12th Sun Height

Holy Nineཀ Not only did we break out Bregor, but this Guy Ralas tooཀ He's, he's-

Ralas heard someone coming up the stairs, no false alarm now, it was definitely someone. Shitཀ Ralas hurriedly closed the book and placed it back clumsily back onto the shelf and fumbled back towards his seat. Just as his rump touched his chair, the door opened. It was Dravona.

"Hey, sorry I uh, I had to use the bathroom."

"No problem. Do you know what time it is?"

"Uh, last I checked it was almost 6. That was about 5 minutes ago."

"I'm sorry to just eat and run, but I have to go, I have thing to do. Thank you for inviting me, and for the meal."

"Uh, yeah, sure. Anytime."

Ralas got up and hugged her one last time before leaving.

"Goodbye, I'll see you later, okay?"

"Yeah, looking forward to it. Bye."

At that Ralas left. As soon as he got outside he almost ran all the way home.

What the hell were you doing? Reading her diary, dumb ass. If she finds out she'll think you're a creep. She might never want to talk to you again!

He cursed himself as he walked back into the house. When he was inside he found Bregor sitting at the table reading a book. As he entered he looked up.

"Ah! Ralas! I've been waiting for you. I have another assignment for you if your ready."

"Yeah, sure. What is it?"

"A client of mine wants some Skooma. More like needs it as he said. There is little of it left in Balmora, so I'm sending you to a nearby town known as Suran. There is a skooma den there that a few of my friends told me about. None of them use the stuff, they just had to make some, errands there like you are. Go into a bar known as Earthly Delights and ask the female khajiit clerk if she has some floating dust. She'll direct you to the den."

"I'm sorry," Ralas interrupted him, "what exactly is skooma?"

"Oh my dear boy!" Bregor exclaimed in a loud shrill voice, "it's a drug. I am sorry, your new to this stuff. I should have known. It is a drink that is illegal in Tameriel, and most people place It in a tan flask. Sometimes orange but that doesn't really matter. It is highly addictive so don't try any on your way here. Some people consider the addiction a disease. And it can be very pricy if your addicted. Just follow the road south and the road signs you find. It's a long walk, through a lot of farm land. It would be best to go at night to sneak past the forts."

"Okay then, I'll leave in a few hours."

"So soon? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'll pack now and rest."

"Here's the money you'll need." Bregor said as he handed over a purse of gold. It was the fattest purse Ralas has ever seen, excluding a Nobel he saw in town yesterday. Ralas was shocked by the amount of gold he was holding, and Bregor saw his amazement. "Hopefully someday you'll be so rich that this will be mere pocket change."

"I don't dream Bregor."

"Of course you don't. Well, rest up!"

At that Ralas set up a back pack and brought a change of clothes, the money, food, some utensils, and his two new books to read and write in. He had a quick dinner, and took a nap for an hour. When he woke it was 10 o'clock and he bid Bregor goodbye and set out. When he reached fort moonmoth he mid easily under the cover of night and rocks along the opposite side of the road. Soon he traveled down the lava path valley, which he did not yet know if it had a name, and the signs eventually led him to farmland. He walked and saw a lake, and across the lake is what appeared to be a castle. Probably peligad, he thought, and farm houses with them finishing some late work, and one farmer hitting a girl, around the age of 14. Ralas didn't want any complications so he left it at that. After a few hours of walking, Ralas saw a bridge that led to a city. Figuring that this must be it, he picked up the pace. And sure enough, he had finally reached Suran. It was late and he need sleep, so he booked a room at the nearest inn. It was shit, but it was also something.

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the next morning Ralas ate half of his food, and checked out of the inn. He asked around town for directions to earthly delights, and thought why not meet a few girl in the process? So he asked a few young women around town and got weird stares and disgusted looks. What the hell is so bad with a tavern? I mean god! Isn't there one hot girl in this town that will tell me? Finally giving up with the girls, he just asked the first person to walk by, which happened to be a begger.

"Aye, it's that away." he said pointing towards a large insect where he also saw in Balmora and the town he arrived at. Ralas set on that direction and came across a store front with a red light. As he approached he saw that it was the tavern earthly delights.

Ralas entered and the first thing to attack his senses was the smell. It was the smell of filth. The smell of drugs, vomit, alcohol, sex and blood. Then he saw it wasn't a tavern really, it was a strip joint. "Ah fuck." Ralas gently cursed as he entered. Girls were dancing almost nude on a stage at the front of the room. In front of the door was a bar with almost every type of booze a alcoholic could dream of, and even the bartenders were women without shirts on. There was one behind the bar, and 3 waitresses running back and forth between the angry drunkards and the bar. The bartender was a female wood elf, and to make things difficult the 3 waitresses were all female Khajiit's.

Ralas stood dumbly in the doorway pondering what his next move would be, until a small mob of beggers and alcoholics pushed through him. "Get the fuck out of my way s'wit!" yelled a breton running towards the strippers. Two beggers pushed though him roughly moving towards the bar, and a Altmer tried to trip Ralas as he tried to advance towards the wood elf. "Watch your step fetcher." he said with a smirk with his yellow, rottening teeth and black gums. Ralas took account of all of them. Just you all wait. When my business has concluded, your all fucked. Ralas finally reached the bar just as the two beggers left. "Excuse me ma'am. I'm looking for someone." the wood elf turned to face him and quickly sized him up.

"Who is it?" she asked in a small attractive voice. kinda cute. Ralas thought as he conversed with her.

"I don't know a name. I'm looking for a Khajiit who works here. I'm wondering if she has any Floating Dust." at this last word the wood elf exploded in a frenzy.

"Get out! She's clean now! She hasn't touched the stuff in ages! She doesn't deal with it anymore! Get out! Now!"

"Whoa whoa!Calm down!" Ralas said surprised.

"No! Get out before I call the guards!" she yelled exasperated.

"Wait! I-" but Ralas was cut short by a large Orc. He picked up Ralas with one hand and carried him to the door and threw him out. In a gruff voice he grunted "Don't come back or I'll grind your bones to ash."

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After Ralas was thrown out, he started to search around the bar for another entrance. He found a tiny grate that lead into the basement. It had a small lock on it, but could be easily broken. So he wandered around town. Got a beer. Swindled a few idiot travelers, and took a bath in the river. Later that night after the strip club closed, he returned to the small grate. Ralas removed a small dagger he had concealed and stabbed the lock, which as predicted easily broke. He pushed it in and slipped through.

In the basement Ralas spotted a few rats scurry along the moist floor. He quietly snuck to the door upstairs. The door was locked. Ralas figured this would be a good time to try his new lock picking set which was a present from bregor. He had some tutorial lessons but never used it in the field. He removed a small leather wrap with a leather string keeping it together. Ralas effortlessly removed the string by pulling on one of the loose ends. He stuffed the sting into his pocket. He unfolded the leather and removed two pieces of his kit. He never could remember the names of them, but he sure as hell knew how to use it. He inserted both into the lock and jiggled them around in a semi-professional manner, and click after click, tumble after tumble, there was nothing left to jiggle. Ralas removed his kit and tried the door. It sung open quietly.

Ralas replaced the kit into his pocket and crept in. The main bar was empty, but the lights were still on. Someone will probably be back...he thought to himself as he crept into the back. There were some stairs that led up into another dining area with a music stand in the corner. The Orc was sitting in the way opposite corner with some papers and a quill. Ralas ignored him and stealthily went up to a new 3rd floor. It appeared as a dormitory. Door lined the hall left and right. Ralas walked quietly down the hall not making a sound, and stopped at every door listening for a sound. The first one he heard the wood elf and someone else. The next was empty, as was the next. On the forth door he heard two khajiits talking. Something to do with poor wages. Ralas peeked through the key hole and saw two of them. One sitting on a bed, and the other at a vanity table. After maybe another minute the one on the bed bid the other goodnight and said she was going to get some rest for tomorrow. She stood, kissed the other, and started for the door. Surprised Ralas fumbled back, then regaining himself, climbed a pole on the wall and hung above the door on a support beam. Just as he settled the khajiit stepped out and walked two doors further down the hall. Ralas dropped silently as a cat onto the floor. He peaked through the key hole again. Now she was standing and was reaching for the bottom of her shirt. She started to lift. As Ralas started to wake up his small companion he was abruptly lifted off the floor and a large green trunk started to choke him.

"Should have listened to me boy." a gruff voice said. Ralas was at least two feet off the ground, dangling. His arms reached to his arm to try and pull free, but he was too strong. Then Ralas suddenly realized that he was being lifted with one arm. The other was coming up to his head to snap his neck. Got to get out! Need to think! He shouted at himself in his thoughts. He tried to kick his groin but he was too short compared to this beast. Then he turned slightly and elbowed him in the solar plexus. The green beast let out a grunt of surprise and dropped him. Ralas dropped to the floor and landed on one knee. He removed his concealed weapon and quickly turned and slashed him on the throat. He gurgled as blood spurted out of his mortal wound and sputtered blood onto he walls and floor. He reached for his throat trying to stop the flow, but was unsuccessful as he uttered his final breath as his ugly head hit the floor. Down the hall the wood elf and company stuck their heads out the door. They saw more in a second than most have seen in a lifetime as their brains took in the sight of gore and danger. A shocked gasp escaped their lips as they slammed the door and a loud click of a locking door behind them. Another door echoed these sound behind him. Now he turned to face the door he was at now. This better be the one... he thought gravely as he reached for the handle.

what was that? Nisha thought as she removed her Bra. She stood still in the center of the room semi naked. He nipples perky because of the slight chill. She heard a scuffle outside and doors slamming shut. The door slowly opened and a strange, attractive elf entered. He looked queer, but normal at the same time. She couldn't tell what exactly it was except for his skin. This was the first thing she noticed. Then she saw Shag gro-Ghola dead on the floor. A puddle of blood slowly moving outward away from his body. Then she noticed the Elf had blood on his hands.

"What did you do to Shag?" Nisha yelled at the stranger, now frightened.

"It was either me or him. I chose him. Now I have a few questions to ask you..." he said as he approached.

"What? What do you want?" she shrieked in horror, backing into the chain and knocking it over.

"I was wondering if you knew where to buy some floating dust." he said in a business like manner. That's it? All of this for that? That can't be all. Unless... She thought surprised.

"Uh yeah. Next to the north inn there is a drug den on the second floor... just tell them you want to fly." then she realized that he was looking at her breasts. "Interested?" she asked slightly pushing them forward.

"Uh...what?" the man asked caught off guard.

"I know what your really here for." she said tiredly as she quickly with expert hands removed her skirt and underware, now standing naked in front of him. She slid onto the bed and waited.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" the man asked clearly shocked.

"No man wound kill another just to get information on where to buy drugs. You wanted to have your way with me didn't you?" she said spreading her legs so her nether region clearly showed, and her tail swept between her legs to add to the attraction. Business or a quick fuck? No, the guards might come here any moment. I need to leave.

"No, actually that's all I came her for."

"Not even money?"

"No. I'll be seeing you." he said casually. He headed for the window and opened it. He leaped out and held onto the ledge for a moment, then dropped and left just like that. That was all? No sex? No money? She solemnly thought as she retrieved her under garments and tried to avoid eye contact with the corpse of her bodyguard.

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A day later Ralas was on the road back to Balmora. It was late and he found a small shed near a farm he would spend the night in. After last nights break in he immediately went to the den and bought the goods. And coincidentally the 4 people from the bar were there too. After his purchased goods he killed two of them, cut of one of their hands, and the last he gorged his eyeballs. Everyone else ran in the frenzy. This allowed him to pick up a few more bottles of skooma. Twice his quota. I'll sure as hell get a huge bonus for this. He thought as he ate a cold dinner of bread, cheese, and cheap wine. I wonder why this stuff is so expensive. And addictive...he picked up a vial and examined it. He removed the top and sniffed it. "Hm...sweet." then the voice of Bregor entered his mind. It's highly addictive so don't try any on your way here. His little voiced warned him. "Ah what the hell would one flask do?" he asked himself as he began to swig down his first taste of oh so sweet moon sugar.

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so? Whatcha think? This is by FAR my longest chapter. 3609 word count! I'm sorry. I like to count my words. Lol. I humbly apologize about not putting up more chapters more often. I've been working on this one for a week though, so I put effort into this one! Ha! Well, just comment and I'll get to work on the next chapter ASAP. But I'm grounded for 2 months with no T.V. or videogames so I'll probably have time to write at least one more before the end of the 2 month period!