#Thrynn

[morethantheycansay]

Give me one non-essential NPC with three lines of dialog and nothing to offer me and of course I can cultivate an entire baseless romantic obsession with them. Like it's hard?

[jazafras]

Tfw portal magic goes awry and bisects your airship AND your boyfriend

[nazumorim]

マジック

[eldrxtch]

finally drew my character for an Icon game, so I don't have to rely on his heroforge anymore haha

his name is Pollux and he's a Thyrnn Fool/Harlequin

[libralizard]

Merri's going through it.

Our ICON game finally got it's first session of the new year and it was so worth the wait.

I cried, my character's traumatised, 10/10. Very juicy drama.

[ira-zee]

Been playing Icon for the first time and decided to draw the party!!! Highly recommend playing it if you like ttrpg!

( fyi, the squirrel is my character )

[helgiafterdark]

[seraphares]

Friday design <3 he’s a harvester who has prosthetic limbs

[thief-dd]

Ok but drunk Mercer is so cute 🥰 Are those your headcanons that you had the screenshot of?

Yes I had plans to draw all of them properly!! But then...time got in the way...

But here's a little preview into how it would have been!! I didn't draw Vipir in this case cuz I would rather not visualise that prompt......

[dirty-bosmer]

Chapter 5: Some Sour Taste

Summary: The first time waking up in Skyrim is seldom as cozy as we might like. This seems to be is a universal experience.

The ransom letter had been sent, and now Garthek and his men were growing antsy waiting for the reply. Sylawen still wasn’t sure how many days had passed, only that she’d been down in the basement by herself long enough to begin looking forward to Thrynn’s visits. Twice a day on no particular schedule, he refilled her pitcher and brought her food, always waited until she finished and drank at least half the jug, and were the water not poisoned it might have been sweet to feel like someone cared so deeply for her well being. “Garthek’s growing impatient.” Thrynn’s eyes were unusually severe today. Not angry, more so distracted. Worried. “Well, what does he want me to do about it? I did my part already.” “You said they’d come through quickly.” Sylawen scrunched her nose. She spat out a hunk of stale bread she'd been unsuccessfully gnawing on. Thrynn didn't even bat an eye. Between them, civility had been abandoned long ago, and she had to admit, in a way it felt almost freeing. “They will,” she said, and she had to believe this was true, that the ransom letter had arrived and now her parents were doing everything possible to bring her home. Every one of Sylawen’s waking thoughts had been devoted to plotting an escape, and still she was no closer to freeing herself than on the night she’d woken up here. She was still silenced, still weaponless, and though she’d drawn dozens of wards in the dirt, she knew of no way to power them. Until yesterday. Thrynn had unknowingly let slip that the soul gems she’d packed from home were still upstairs in her trunk, waiting on a buyer. He’d called them 'amethysts', another time ‘pretty stones,’ and for once in her life, she bit her tongue to keep from offering a correction. Idiot. All she needed was one gem and a few well laid traps, and boom! Bye bye, Thrynn. Fuck you, Garthek. Thank you for your gracious hospitality.

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+ Taliesin) Continuation from this

Allora: *hums as she finishes checking her bag for all her supplies, stowing it on her waist and thigh again and adjusting her newly acquired Thieves Guild gear- including the hood- and smiles at the Thieves Guild members watching her like a hawk* Thanks for the new clothes! They're pretty comfy. Hopefully no one gets the idea to try and steal them off of me again. Who knows what would happen~? Brynjolf: *sitting off to the side, covered in bruises, a burn on his right hand, a broken left wrist, and a split lip as he's tended to by Rune* ... Allora: So! I'm afraid I'm not so well versed in your trade. Mind letting me know the idiots who tried to buy me? Vex: We're not telling you shit. You should honestly be dead for what you did to Brynjolf-! Brynjolf: Easy, lass. Don't get her started again. We got lucky when we caught her off guard. Allora: Aw! He's learning. *gives a fake giggle, holding her head up on the table with a wide smile* The rest of you should too, if you know what's good for you! Sapphire: *rolls her eyes* Yeah, I bet. Look, you don't scare us, so cut the crap. Allora: *pouts* Oh nyo, I'm nyot scawwy to da big bad thieves? Whatever will I do~? Thrynn: *sneers* Mocking us isn't helping get you any answers. Allora: Being nice didn't stop people from trying to murder me, or prevent you from kidnapping me for gold. Piss off. *flips him off* I'd suggest you hurry up before my guards come. I won't be able to stop them. They're quite bloodthirsty. *grins wide* Delvin: *having been silently watching the entire time, noting the smallest trembling in her hands that she's been actively covering up by moving them around a lot* ...They didn't give us a name. Vex: Delvin! Delvin: Hush. She's an important person, and the people said to make sure she's unharmed. We can't do anything; our hands are tied. They failed to alert us what she could do, so they'll be charged regardless. Allora: *sits up straight, recognizing him as a leader of this group* Finally, someone with sense. My name is Allora White, pleasure to meet you. Delvin: Delvin Mallory. Those people who tried to buy you- they didn't have much of a name. Just asked for the Dragonborn, and well. You're the only one we've heard about. Allora: Any descriptions? Pitch in voice, notable ticks, specifications when asking for me other than to not be harmed? Delvin: One female and two men. The men didn't say anything, just stood there. The woman in particular was looking for you. She also made mention of one of the men that follow you around- big one with a tattoo? Allora: Kaidan... Delvin: That's the one. Said he'd come running to find you once she had you. Don't know what love triangle yer in missy, but I think you'll be all right. Allora: ...How much did she pay you? Delvin: A whoppin' one thousand gold. Pretty price on yer head there, lass. Allora: *reaches into her satchel and tosses a bag of gold onto the table* Two thousand, and you keep me informed on when that woman comes back. And you don't tell her anything about Kaidan. Delvin: *arches a brow, looking at the bag. Nods to Tonilia to grab it and look through it* Deal. Pleasure doing business with you. You sure you don't want this line of work? Seems you'd fit in well enough. Allora: *lets out a laugh as she stands from her seat* Oh I'm far too loud. And I'm a good girl. *throws them a smile as she turns away* I'm off to go find my boys. I'll do my best to keep them off your trail, so long as you keep your end of the deal. Wouldn't want your pretty home in ruins, now would we? Delvin: Rune, lead her outside through the back door. *watches them leave, speaking quietly towards Brynjolf* Damn shame she won't come join us, ey? Brynjolf: *sighing as Rune pulls away from fixing a splint over his wrist to race after Allora* Aye. Tried once before. She's firm in her decisions- and her body. Delvin: *shakes his head as he turns away* You can think of nothing else, can you?

[Next one here]

[jazafras]

The crew for a game of ICON I just started playing in ✨

[acronym-chaos]

The Lonely (TMA) ID Pack

[PT: The Lonely (TMA) ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Aelric, Aislin, Alaric, Aletheia, Allard, Anwen, Aven, Basira, Bryn, Calis, Deema, Desmina, Elva, Faelan, Farren, Greye, Halwyn, Inara, Ithiel, Ivor, Kaelith, Lenore, Lioren, Lorcan, Maelis, Mairead, Malven, Morrow, Naida, Nasrin, Neirin, Niall, Orenth, Orlaith, Saelis, Selwyn, Solan, Soren, Taerith, Thane, Theora, Thrynn, Tierney, Ulric, Una, Vaelis, Varris, Vyn, Whelan, Wynne, Wysten, Yara

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Alo / One / Alon [Alone], Bla / Blank / Blanks, Drift / Drift / Drifts, Em / Empt / Empty, Fo / Fog / Fogs, Hu / Hush / Hushes, Iso / Isol / Isols [Isolate], Lo / Lone / Lones, Lo / Lor / Lone, Lo / Lost / Losts, Mi / Mis / Mist, Nu / Numb / Numbs, Pale / Pales / Pales, Qui / Quiet / Quiets, Sha / Shad / Ado, Sol / Soli / Solis [Solitude], Still / Stills / Stills, Vo / Voi / Void, Wi / Wis / Wisp

Titles

[PT: Titles].

A Fragment of Forsaken Time, A Whisper Lost in the Void, A Wisp of Hidden Dread, The Fog That Swallows All, The One Alone in the Horizon, The One Shrouded in the Lamenting Mist, The Pale Silence, The Solitary Wanderer, [Pronoun] Known Only by Shadows, [Pronoun] Who Fades into Quiet, [Pronouns] Path That No One Walks, [Pronouns] Presence That Drifts Away

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom, End ID].

Requested by anon!

Also tagging: @id-pack-archive

[thelurkershideout]

summerfest day 3!

ghost or hungry

Notes: I don't think this one needs warnings. This one was full of experiments for me I hope it works. I love these characters so much but I struggle to write them. Hope you like angst!

Brynjolf let out a deep sigh as he stepped from the silent Cistern into the rabble of the Flagon. It had been a while since he'd seen it this busy. Seemed like everyone in the Guild's fortunes were turning. Even if Mercer refused to see it.

He settled at the bar, sitting sideways to watch the card game at one of the nearby tables. It was good to see everyone enjoying these brighter days.

“I hear you're a Bard.” Thrynn’s voice cut through the noise, drawing his attention to the small table at the far end of the wooden platform that made up the majority of the tavern. Thrynn leaned across it, the tankard in his hand titled precariously as he tried to get Fjora to meet his eyes. She sat curled up on the chair, her knees serving as a support for the notebook she was writing in. She didn't look up.

“I was.”

“Never had a Bard in the Flagon.” His voice raised slightly. “Know any good drinking songs?”

“Not my specialty, and you seem to be doing just fine without one.”

Thrynn let out an obnoxiously loud and exaggerated laugh.

“Come on new blood! Give us a song!” He looked to the nearby tables for anyone to support his call for entertainment. Aside from Brynjolf, few seemed to notice.

“I don't perform for free.” Fjora’s writing stopped, “not that you could afford it anyway.”

“Are you that good?”

“The Jarl of Solitude wanted me to play at all her Palace events.”

“Oh, well look at fancy little ��”

“Fjora!” Tonilia emerged from a back room holding what appeared to be some kind of bundle of cloth.

“I need your expertise.” She said, pushing past the busy tables towards them. Brynjolf, stifled a laugh in his drink as she nearly smacked her mysterious bundle against Viper's head.

“My expertise? You must be desperate,” Fjora looked up as Tonilia jostled Thrynn away from the table to place the parcel down. She quickly undid the twine holding it together, and began unwrapping it.

“Some meathead brought this to me last night,” the shine of green lacquer caught the candlelight. “He claimed it was one of a kind”

A beautiful green and gold lute sat on the table between the two women.

“How much did you pay for this?” Fjora stood, her gray eyes wide.

“How much is it worth?”

Fjora lifted the lute from the table. Turning it over in her hands she examined every inch of it. Running her hands along the neck. Gently strumming and tuning the strings. Thoroughly inspecting the decorative carvings. Her careful ministrations had begun to attract the attention of her fellow thieves.

“Well?” 

“First of all, every lute is one of a kind. Even two lutes made to be as identical as possible have differences, simply by virtue of being hand made.” She turned the lute over in her hands again.

“This one was made in Cyrodiil, it's a fairly common style.”

“So it's not worth the 600 gold I paid?”

“The paint color is a bit unusual. It doesn't seem to have ever been played. Pitty, the resonance of the wood is ex–”

“I don't care about the damn things life story, I want to know how much it's worth!”

“The most basic lute you could ever buy is typically 500 gold.” She ran her fingers across the swirls of golden vines. “The College operates on a system where you use the money you earn during your student performances to pay to keep the one provided to you.”

Brynjolf could see the frustration and irritation building in Tonilia’s eyes.

“This lute was probably intended to be a display piece, but would only fool someone who didn't know what they were looking at. It's a simple style dressed up with pretty paint. Its original buyer probably spent around 1000 on it, if the maker knew how to sell.”

Tonilia let out a sigh of relief, and sank into one of the chairs at the table.

“So I didn't waste my money.”

“I'll give you 700 for it right now.” Her eyes stayed fixed on the lute.

“What!? You just said it was worth 1000!”

“I said the original buyer might have spent 1000. The instrument itself probably would have sold for 600 with a more simple paint job, and you won't find anyone willing to pay full price for a preowned instrument.” She smiled at Tonilia. “I would be doing you a favor.”

It seemed like the entire Flagon had become invested in this exchange.

“900.”

“750.” 

“850.”

“800, final offer.”

“Deal.”

The Flagon rumbled back to life as the two women exchanged coin, and continued to talk over drinks. Paid for by Tonilia, Brynjolf noted. The lute never left Fjora's hands. She continued turning it over, and fiddling with the strings as the evening went on. Slowly, people started to stumble off to bed. 

The first few notes sounded like rain. Brynjolf was drawn back to Fjora, sitting alone. He watched as her fingers seemed to dance along the strings. A strange familiar sadness eased into him, like it was sinking into a comfortable chair. 

I've heard some of the locals call her ‘the gray child.’ The voice of a dead man whispered from the depths of his memories. She clings to the corners of rooms. The Flagon seemed so empty. She won't talk to us, maybe she'll talk to you. The song's swell felt like it was going to rip his heart from his chest. I want to know what she knows.

A little girl with wide gray eyes; sitting alone, under the docks. That's your first job.

The song ended. The Flagon stayed silent. Brynjolf finished his drink.

“I thought you didn't perform for free?” Thrynn plopped himself down across from her. Fjora stood, gathering up her notebook and lute. Had her cheeks been red the whole time? Was it the drinks or him? 

“You alright Bryn?” The bouncer's large hand slapped against his shoulder. Brynjolf nearly dropped his tankard. 

“I'm fine.”

“You look like you just saw a ghost.” He turned his head following Brynjolf’s gaze, as Fjora brushed past them.

“I'm fine, Dirge. Just turning in for the night.”

[comradegravity]

Inaugural post moment because I was encouraged to talk about an OC I like a lot (first one to ever give me brainworms, so to speak!)

Meet Valerie Keldt, who goes by Val! She's a Thrynn Enochian in our table's game of ICON, which is essentially to say she's a long-suffering flame witch expelled from her home and made to wander as a result of her powers emerging unexpectedly in a town where fire represents decay and enervation. She first set out to travel the world in search of a man named Uzog, who her mentor and would-be father figure after her expulsion, Suta, was once friends with. Now that she's found him, she's moved on to trying to open back up to people and also find her own place in the world.

This version of her was drawn by the talented @olibavee!

[carrotripley]

Thinking about the thieves guild in a modern setting.

It’s just a discord server called ‘the cistern 🐀 🐀’

Brynjolf is a romance scammer (because,, come on,,,)

Vex is a hacker, infiltrating those bank accounts.

Mercer does Ponzi schemes.

Delvin does standard break ins.

Tonilia sells what they steal.

Niurin runs a MLM, but it isn’t doing very well.

Rune steals bikes.

Vipir the fleet steals Amazon packages.

There’s a meme channel only thrynn posts in, and Mercer emoji reacts to every single post with a laughing emoji like the boomer he is (he doesn’t mean it)

Karliah was banned from the server after gallus’s dox was put out (by Mercer) and no one knows what happened to gallus.

Bryn, vex, Mercer and Delvin have a secret discord channel only they can view called ‘da vault 💰’ but it’s only use is for Delvin to react to thrynns memes in private (Delvin thinks they are very kek lmao.)

Mercer locks the server down with the message ‘kek u frens later, thievnons’