Tomb of Eternal Night
Palace of Night- Master Suite
Chalxae tried to muffle her moans as Jacob continued to slowly fuck her, she had woken him early by deep throating him. She then tried to get away, but Jacob hadn't allowed her to run off while he was still suffering. So he had dragged her to the edge of the bed and shoved some of the blankets in her mouth as he began to slowly piston in and out of her.
Jacob suddenly stopped while completely embedded within her and pulled her roughly upright, "You little slut! You think you can tease me then run off?' Jacob hissed in her ear. Chalxae started to nod her head in response until he grabbed one of her nipples, pinching and twisting it while biting her ear. Jacob quickly covered her mouth before she could wake their sleeping companions. 'If you wake any of them, I am going to leave you tied up to the bed so that anyone can come by and tease you for the rest of the day. Since your such a slut, you would probably love it." Jacob told her as he pushed her back down. She quickly shoved the blanket back in her mouth as Jacob continued his assault on her soaked pussy.
A light knocking on the door caused Jacob to stop and made Chalxae whimper as he walked away. Her muffled moan stopped him though and turn back, he quickly shoved his thumb in her ass earning a muffled squeal of surprise that turned into a moan as she started moving her hips back against his hand. Jacob chuckled at her antics before pulling away, "Be good you little slut and remember, that is exactly how I felt when you left me hanging."
Opening the door Jacob smiled and yanked Sosa inside quickly before pinning her to the nearby wall and silently reclosing the door. Before she could speak though Jacob kissed her roughly earning a moan from the submissive halfbreed as Jacob shoved two fingers into her leaking quim. Sosa threw her arms around his neck and pulled him closer before suddenly pushing him away and holding him at arm's length. Sosa visibly took control of herself as Chalxae continued to finger herself on the nearby bed while desperately trying to keep the blanket in her mouth to muffle her sounds.
After taking a few deep breaths, Sosa looked Jacob in the eyes, "I missed you too Jacob and once we have finished talking, you are more than welcome to use me any way you want. State business comes first though dear one. Sooner we get this done, the sooner you can use me." Sosa rushed the last out and a part of her wanted him to ignore what she said. Visible steeling himself he stepped back and grabbed a shirt and pants.
"Slut!! I expect you to cum at least twice before you can leave." Jacob told Chalxae who moaned in pleasure as he walked out of the bedroom, Sosa quickly following on his heels.
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"I don't understand why you are telling me this. Do you or your uncle think I will challenge your clan for control of the fortresses that you took from the Sisters of the Damned?" Jacob asked Sosa as they walked through the gardens of the western terraces.
"No, we don't think so and I know for sure you would never do something like that. When we conquered the two fortresses, they contained a large number of slaves though." Sosa stated.
Jacob nodded his head, "So you need food, clothing, and supplies to support them?" He continued to question her looking for clarity on why she brought the subject up.
"No, we want you to take some of them off of our hands. We can accept about half the numbers that we found, we cannot take them all and if we send them to the surface or the Underdark, they might die or end up in the same situation as before." Sosa explained what her people wanted him to do.
Jacob's face hardened somewhat, "If your Uncle already cherry-picked what he wanted to accept into his clan your people will owe me a debt for taking all the others.' Sosa blushed and looked away. 'So we are getting the leftovers that you do not want or cannot support. How many?"
"Around 3,000," Sosa replied while looking away and causing Jacob to growl at her and grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him.
"This was your uncles choice and decision. We will take them, and I will write a note to send to your dear uncle. I do not expect you to deliver it. Do not ever be ashamed to look at me, this situation is not your doing Sosa.' Jacob told her as he cupped her chin and gently kissed her. 'Where are they all being held?" Jacob asked her as he moved away so he wouldn't distract himself.
"They are all at Darkfang Hold currently, we can support them for the next week but after that, we will need assistance," Sosa stated as she grabbed Jacob's hand and drew him into a hug.
"Ok, I will task Eiloma to get an administrative team together to do a quick consensus to figure out where we can use them all. If your people have already started that, it would help.' Seeing her wince and shake her head he knew all the work would be on them, 'Ok then, we will handle everything. We will get them out of your Hold as soon as we can, but we will probably take the whole week to get it done."
"How is the reconstruction going?" Sosa asked as they both sat on one of the nearby benches, the view of the city blocked by the wall around the palace.
"As far as demolition goes, good. 1/3 of the middle cities ruins have been demolished, but that section of the city we have cleaned out, we have not filled even half of the cleared area yet. Construction is steadily going through." Jacob told her as he pulled her closer. The luminescent plants and flowers glowed all around them, besides the bath, Jacob enjoyed the gardens the most.
"Good, now where were we earlier?" Sosa asked as she bit her lip and leaned forward causing Jacob to smile as he pushed his worries away for now.
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Middlebrough
Jacob studied the other Immortal before him, Anthony was a cagey bastard that was for certain. The question was how much did he know or suspect. "So, can your clan provide what we are looking for?" Jacob asked the other Immortal.
Anthony chuckled, "You want 1,000 units of food every week for the next four weeks. with the option of increasing or decreasing the amount after the four weeks as long as you give us 1 weeks notice. We can do that, at 100 Gold per shipment."
Jacob frowned, "50 Gold per shipment. In four weeks time, Middlebrough will be having the Greater Harvest Market. Food supplies will be abundant."
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"Yes, and most will be going to the free cities to the north. Until then though, you will depend on us for food shipments." Anthony responded.
Jacob smiled, "I can always go to the free cities and seek out another Guild to handle supplying food. I came to you first because we made a trade agreement, it did not give you exclusivity."
"True, but costs will increase and bandits, Orc War Bands, and other threats can always destroy caravans. Not to mention I am sure the Empire of Night wants to keep its anonymity for as long as possible." Anthony responded.
Jacob smiled while looking at the nearby Governor, "I remember the last threat the Empire faced from Immortals. The guild ended up broken and scattered. I wonder has your leadership authorized you to make threats. Also, you might not end up as the only one moving the farmer's products to the market. You might find yourself in a competition if we think you are trying to gouge us simply because you are the only guild we are dealing with at this time. Carts and wagons are easy to buy, if we offered to not only move their products at a discounted rate but offer an escort all the way to market, I think most of the farmers of the Arathia Basin might enjoy our services."
Anthony noticeably paled, "You are absolutely correct Jacob. I apologize for what seemed like a threat. We can find the food and get it here, but it will still cost more then what you are offering. 75 Gold per shipment."
"70 per shipment for 6 weeks, with 1-week notification if we decide to change anything." Jacob countered.
Anthony sighed, "Agreed. moving on you want to export 240 units of Sand, 200 units of Coal, but you want to import 300 units of wood per week for four weeks. After costs and taxes, you will make 5 Gold per shipment." Anthony looked at Jacob for confirmation and at Jacobs nod, he moved on. "Last you want to sell 16 units of Platinum a week, I can tell you right now the Gilded Handz cannot afford to buy that outright so I can only quote you a price that you will get after we sell in the free cities. Which is anywhere between 30 to 50 Gold per unit, again for the next four weeks. Pick up and deliveries will be at the end of every week (Friday) at Middlebrough." Anthony concluded.
Jacob nodded in agreement and watched as the digital copy was passed between them. Each of them quickly signed and a physical copy manifested quickly for each of them upon completion.
Alert...
The Empire of Night has made a Trade Agreement with the Gilded Handz for the next...Four Weeks.
1,000 units of food for 70 Gold (Per Shipment)
240 units of Sand and 200 units of Coal for 300 units of Wood and 5 Gold
16 units of Platinum for 30 to 50 Gold per unit (Paid within 48 of sale)
All units will be traded every Friday at Middlebrough
Alert...
The trade agreement lit up his Kingdom tab immediately, the information stated that it would take all the trade caravans within the Tomb two round trips to shift everything to Middlebrough. Quests to assist with the loading and unloading were already spawning within the Tomb. Checking them revealed each one offered about 500 Experience but also increased their reputation with the Empire of Night. Jacob snorted and shared the quest in guild chat, he was sure some of the newer clanmates would jump at the easy work and Exp.
"You take care of yourself Anthony, if your guild ever gets tired of you, let me know," Jacob told him as he turned and left. Time to go initiate new members into the guild.
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Tomb of Eternal Night
Palace of Night- Guest Suites
"Ok people last chance to back out. Once we start this process there is no going back. Your slate is wiped clean...If you agree to lose your equipment and lay down on your beds and we can get started." Jacob called out as he walked between the bunks. A dozen of the Heart Guard were present keeping a close eye on the new recruits and Jacob. The first was a Goblin Assassin-Tinkerer that looked almost as dangerous as Darren and was his choice for recruiting. He had almost been chosen in the first wave but apparently, he had a family emergency and could not do it then, now he was all in.
Within the hour 11 more were added to their ranks and ready to awaken as new Vampires. Hopefully, they would mesh well with their group. "So, has the last group chosen all their Bonded and start pushing for level 10 yet?" Jacob asked Yilme as she walked into the room. She and her husband had volunteered to watch over the newbies and make sure they all ate properly when they awakened from their sleep.
"Yeah, all 9 have chosen their Bonded. Anyone who had second thoughts about any potential Bonded kicked them back to the Pit within the first 24 hours. Those that got kicked back were told why, if they will change in the future...who knows." Yilme responded as Jacob left and headed toward the practice yard. He had promised Thorgron and James that he would spar with them, as far as they were concerned it might one day save his life.
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Slate Cavern Fortress
Thunderhammer Hall
Glagor Ironbreaker addressed the other Elders, "I have been promised that we will be given leeway in running our clan. The compromise is that the spokesperson for our clan must swear allegiance to the King. The spokesperson will be the point of contact between clan Thunderhammer and the King if we except this new home. Yes, it will be a lot of work, but we need them as well."
"What are the taxes?" one of them asked.
Glagor smiled, "5% tax across the board except for exports, the King is taxing nothing on exports currently and he is trying to build up the nation's economy so it is locked in for the foreseeable future."
"Are we going to be separated from our kin? Our warriors forced to join his armies?" Another Elder asked wearily.
Glagor chuckled as he shook his head, "No, a whole district is being given over to our clan and since we will have to build everything from the ground up, we can build it too our specifications. Every king enjoys having a larger army, but no. No one will be conscripted into the Legions. If they choose to do so on their own, that's another matter entirely.' Rumbling filled the hall as the Elders and clansmen conversed, 'Listen this is no Dwarven mountain home, but we can make it a new home for us. Without any damned Bronzeskins or any other clan that will tread on our freedoms to benefit from our wealth and skills. The King is young, not the most experienced but he is doing the best he can with a very bad situation. Together we can perhaps build a better future for his and our people Thunderhammer." Glagor finished as he stepped aside and left the floor open for any other suggestions on homes.