A/N: Hey, so I have some…interesting news. I was playing oblivion and I did the "Scheduled for Execution" quest, the one that you kill Valen Dreth. So I went up and talked to him and its of course just about how you met before and what not but I noticed that in the other hallway there was another prisoner, and he was talking about how he prayed to the night mother to have someone killed, and I thought "wow this is perfect he probably asked for Valen to die. So I looked him, Claudius Arcadia, up on the internet and it turns out that he wished for Rufios death. I know rather upsetting for me. Rufio apparently accidentally killed his wife. So… I could do another Rufio about that. But anyway now on to Valen Dreth's Story…

Valen Dreth sat in his study. He was simply reading a book relaxing in his home. His home was a rather large one, for Valen Dreth was a rather wealthy man. He lived in Morrowind at the time of course. This was in a part of Morrowind where slavery was still accepted by people of the area though it was banned by the Empire. He only owned a few. Two Argonians. One Khajiit. He had Ra'Jit, the Khajiit working inside as a servant. Her tail was lighter and she had more control of it. It would do less damage if it ever hit something on a table. Argonians had always been better outdoor laborers anyway. Suited by the hot Black Marsh. And they didn't need to stop for rain! They loved it. Ra'Jit had just brought her master a glass of wine when Valen Dreth heard a knock at his door.

"Ah, Ra'Jit my dear, would you get that please?" Valen asked.

"But you said for this one to never open the door." The woman said confused.

"GET THE DOOR NOW!" Valen yelled at his servant.

Scared, Ra'Jit ran for the door on the first floor. In her rush she bumped a table, knocking over a pot with flowers in it, spilling soil and plants all over the floor. Her falling with it.

"Master with surely beat Ra'Jit now" she said while beginning to open the door.

"What was that? My lady?" Said a large armored Imperial, helping the servant up and brushing off some dirt.

"Ah, nothing, sir. And good evening, what brings you to Valen Dreth's Estate?" she asked the Imperial.

"I am here on official Legion business. Sent by the Imperial Council themselves. I, as well as many other Legion officers, have been sent to look into making sure that the recent laws are being enforced in Morrowind. Especially the slavery one." Eyeing the Khajiit worker suspiciously.

"Well I'll go get my master." She said hurrying back upstairs. Valen was waiting for her with a curious look in his eyes. "Master, an Imperial Legion officer is here to see you. Making sure the laws are in place."

"What! Are you sure? Well I must make myself presentable if I'm going to worm out of this one. Go tell him I'll be down soon. Then tell Plows-a-Rake and Cuts-a-Log to hide. Then return to the door." The Dark Elf commanded.

Ra'Jit quickly obliged and told the Argonians the good news. Being born into slavery, the Argonians were given those names by Valen himself. He thought it was easier to tell the lizards apart if you could just call them by what they were doing. She doubted that Valen would be able to talk his way out of this one, regardless of how sharp his tongue is. He had done it before, but only with the local politician who, though he would never admit it, was fully for slavery. Many people in Morrowind still liked it and could get away with it, but the Empire! They had a ZERO tolerance for it. Finally freedom! She took her time getting to the door, not wanting to see how Valen reacted to the news.

Meanwhile at the door, Valen Dreth arrived in his new purple silk shirt and fine gold trimmed shoes and greeted the officer.

"Good evening, good sir, what happens to be the problem?" he asked lying through his teeth, knowing fully well what was wrong.

"Sir, are you aware of the new slavery law in Morrowind?"

"Why, yes I am. Why?"

"So…those Argonians I saw working earlier weren't slaves? Were they?"

'Crap! He saw them!' Valen thought to himself.

"Of course not! I pay them quite handsomely actually."

"Ok you're under arrest for the possession of slaves. You can go to jail or pay a 2,500 fine. What will it be?" The soldier asked.

"2,500 Septims! I don't even have that much! Besides how you jump to conclusions like that! You have no proof!" Valen protested.

"Actually someone ratted you out. Guess they got tired of watching you misuse people as well."

"Fedura! That CUR!"

"That was her name. Now you come with me." The officer ordered, grabbing Valen by his arms bringing him back to his horse.

Ra'Jit returned then. Making it in time to see her former abuser being dragged away. She called to the other slaves to come and watch. The trio took much joy at seeing there master screaming and protesting, but doing no harm to the burly soldier.

"You three stay here at the house. I'll be back to sort out what's happening with you guys and your freedom after I'm done with this scum!" The Legion officer yelled.

So with Valen Dreth chained to the front of the horse the officer was riding, they made their way into the nearby city. They joined up with another group of about 8 other Legion soldiers, about half with their own prisoners. The officer who had Valen, who's name Valen learned was Samuel, gave the elf to another officer to watch while he went and took care of the beast-folk back at the house. As Samuel rode up the trail Valen cursed at him, earning him a smack in the head with the handle of a sword. They sat and waited for Samuel to return and when he did, they moved on down the main street of the city. People began to spill into the streets to watch the escort. Amongst the crowd, Valen noticed Fedura. Standing, shaking her head at the prisoners. Then as she saw Dreth, she smiled. This enraged Valen making him yell:

"YOU DIRTY CUR! I'LL KILL YOU!"

"Oh, please Valen you'll be rotting in an imperial prison in a week. That's more than what you deserve after what you did to that poor Khajiit." The woman replied calmly

"AGGH! I HATE YOU! THIS IS ALLYOUR FAULT! YES I DID BEAT HER! NUMEROUS TIMES! AND I ENJOYED EVERY STRIKE."

"Samuel, I've changed my mind. I want him dead." She said.

"Oh believe me I do too. But unfortunately were not allowed to kill prisoners until they go before the council." The officer explained, again giving Valen a good smack on the head.

"Very well. That's not a problem at all." Fedura said, eyeing Valen as she slowly backed away and disappeared.

Valen knew exactly what she had in mind for him. She had done it before to a local politician who had openly campaigned for slavery. Though he wasn't sure if she would follow through.

So the group continued towards the capital province and city, taking about 6 days to reach it. And from that day he was shoved into his small cell, his life was rather uneventful, as most prisoners' lives are. Only once did he have another prisoner he could talk to, but he got away the day of the Emperors death. But he always remembered that prisoners face. It made it all the worse when he saw that same face creeping towards him one night in his cell…

A/N: Ok! So was that satisfactory for all the Valen haters? I personally really liked that ending though. Thanks to DualKatanas for the writing tips although I'm not sure if any of them were displayed in this. Anyway next up is…that guy who you don't actually kill…what do I do for him? Should I skip him? If you actually care about this story tell me what I should do for that guy in a review!