Chapter 18: Chapter 18 – The Anchorite of the Worm.

After wild sex, Dolada sat on a stool and, opening the pot, began to take out stewed vegetables from there, piercing them with a knife. She took a bite and swallowed a piece of cabbage, and then turned to look at Selena.

"Well, that's not bad! You're a worthless fighter, but you cook well and it's fun to fuck you," the Nord woman said bluntly and threw Selena a piece of cabbage.

She caught the piece with both hands and tossed it up several times, as it was still too hot. She blew on it several times to cool it down, and then swallowed it, and despite the fact that the cabbage was still hot and burned her tongue.

Dolada took two bottles of beer out of the bag and pushed one of them towards Selena. When the bottle reached her, the girl happily took it in her hand.

"Thank you, Aunt Dolada!" she said.

"Hmm, how nice of her," she thought, "She doesn't realize, but I think she's getting more caring. Soon she will become my caring loving aunt! A caring aunt who loves to fuck with a strap-on and arrange fist fights. I wonder if all Nord women are like that? Or is she acting like this just because of the curse?"

Suddenly Dolada got up from the stool, sipping an ice-cold beer from a bottle. Selena looked at her worriedly.

"Really again? I haven't eaten yet..."

But the Nord woman did not look at Selena, but looked towards the path that led down from this mountain peak.

"It seems that someone is coming," she said with restraint, pulling out her club of submission, "Sit here and eat cabbage," she ordered and went in the direction from where she thought someone should come.

"She said that a wandering magician would come tomorrow. So it mustn’t be him," Selena recalled, and she also remembered that she had a cold damage spell that she could apply on an uninvited guest if he showed hostility.

"My new frost spell is five times more powerful than the goblin shaman's staff!", Selena suddenly realized, remembering how weak her staff had been.

Meanwhile, Dolada saw the approaching black silhouette of a man. When someone came closer, she saw that it was a man in a long black robe. He raised his hand when he saw the Nord woman and waved to her. Perhaps he wanted to make it clear in this way that he was not going to attack her.

When the distance between them was reduced to a hundred meters, she saw the red emblem of a skull and two bony hands on the front of his robe.

It was a necromancer.

It was in such robes with such symbols that they usually walked around Cyrodiil. Dolada had no problems with necromancers, but there were no friendly contacts either.

There was one case involving necromancers many years ago that Dolada could remember. Once upon a time, necromancers in Skyrim stole several slaves from the Slavers Guild for their experiments. And she, as the head of the guild (at that time), had to organize a search party, because these slaves were already under contract to be delivered to respectable people.

When the mercenaries and trackers found the missing slaves, some of them were dead, and some turned into headless zombies. It damaged the reputation of the slavers guild in Skyrim, but many years have passed since then.

Therefore, now a sexually satisfied and contented Nord woman did not want to attack this man, although she was not going to lose her vigilance.

"Who are you? What do you want? My camp is here at the mountain peak!" shouted Dolada.

"I am a Worm Anchorite from the Order of the Black Worm," he replied, "I have a business proposal for you."

«What? Did you say an Anachronist? A Worm Anachronist? What does it mean?»

"I'm not an Anachronist, but an Anchorite!" the necromancer said irritably.

"So, you're a necromancer?!", - Dolada clarified.

"That's right."

"But what business offer do you have? There are no corpses in my camp. You necromancers love to dig up corpses in cemeteries."

"Oh, well. I didn't come looking for corpses."

"So what do you need?"

"It's about the cross of the Bal," said the Anchorite of the Worm.

Dolada was immediately interested in the necromancer's words. This morning she used the cross of the Ball as an attempt to serve the Daedric Prince Molag Bal, but apparently did not achieve the desired result. However, the necromancer came here, obviously knowing that Dolada had used the cross of the Bal. The Nord woman was very intrigued.

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"How did you know?!" she was surprised.

"Molag Bal is an ally of the Order of the Worm. We honor him, as well as the head of the Order of the Worm, King Mannimarko," the necromancer answered steadily, having already come to a distance of about thirty meters (100 feet).

"So Molag Bal told you that I was here at the mountain, raping someone in his honor?", Dolada was surprised again.

"Well... I won't let you into such secrets, but I can say that he is aware," the Worm Anchorite replied evasively.

"And what about my curse? Will he take it off?"

"Um... you know, I'm acting as Molag Bal's tool, and he won't explain all the details to me. You're not going to explain something to a hammer or a baton that you use as a tool, are you? So Molag Bal didn't explain everything to me about some kind of curse, but he prompted me to come here."

The fact that her use of the cross of the Bal caused at least some kind of response from the Bal, Dolada was already impressed.

"So what do you want? Or what does the Bal want?" the woman asked.

"If you don't mind, let's go to the camp first," the necromancer replied, standing very close.

The woman frowned, and thought that if she refused and attacked him, she would incur the wrath of the Bal and would not be able to get rid of the curse.

"Well, let's go," Dolada nodded and stepped aside, letting the necromancer go ahead.

Selena, meanwhile, was listening to the conversation, but could not hear everything clearly and completely. Then, when she saw a man in a black necromancer's robe coming to the top, she immediately tried to cover her private parts of the body.

"Who is this here?" the Anchorite of the Worm asked, staring at Selena piercingly.

The girl saw his sallow face and brown eyes under the hood. This man was about fifty years old, and he didn’t make a pleasant impression on her.

She didn't answer his question, but soon Dolada came up to her and activated the handcuffs, shackles and gag. Some kind of magical power emanating from these accessories made Selena immediately quickly stand up and straighten up.

"Is this your slave?" the Anchorite of the Worm asked Dolada.

"Yes. This Imperial wench is My slave. And she even has a slave's document."

"I can't tell you all the plans of the Molag Bal, and I just don't know them," the necromancer continued, "But I know that your summoning of the cross of the Bal attracted his attention. However, he drew his attention not so much to the rapist as to the victim."

After saying the word "victim", he turned his gaze to Selena. She shuddered under his gaze and looked at Dolad, hoping that she could clarify the situation.

"What? What do you mean? What is he talking about?" she wondered, but she saw that the face of the Nord woman also expressed some confusion.

"Molag Bal prompted me to come here, and his plans are somehow connected with this imperial girl," said the necromancer.

"Not with THIS girl, but with MY girl," Dolada added.

"Yes, of course. Can I see the passport?", - said the necromancer.

Refusing the necromancer would mean that Dolada was hiding something, but she knew that she owned this slave legally. According to legend, these rules of enslavement were developed by Molag Bal himself, the Daedric prince of enslavement.

"No problem. You can take a look," she nodded.

The necromancer, like any other person, could look into the slave's system inventory and open her passport without removing it from the inventory, otherwise (according to the rules) at that moment she would have ceased to be a slave.

"Hmm! Well! Everything is right," the necromancer said and took a couple of steps away from Selena.

 

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