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globofhoney · 10 months ago

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I believe that each Dragonborn has their dress code to represent themselves, modded or not.

Mine is White 80% , silver 15%, Blue 5%

A snow elf mage who has a very VERY hard time accepting a single flaw about herself. Getting shit from the Dominion quite a lot since she is not an Altmer, both mentality and appearance.

The arrogant mage were made, not born into.

she left Summerset to find her own path.

With a facade of happy and articulated chatter, behind the mask is a cold and bitter person who is not afraid to lashes out at those she deemed nuisance.

Gifted and ambitious in the study of arcane, she mastered all school of magic and enchanting by the age of 85, and arrived in Skyrim by accident at the age of 91 years old.

And that is when she discovered that she is gifted for more than just magic. The Dragon god of time has chosen her of all people to be his champion.

All this time, the ambitious and domineering nature of hers has roots from a hidden draconic soul all along. Finally she finds a thing that she likes, a unique power...one that also requires cultivation and mastery over time. But there's no need to rush, patience and mindfulness is also hey key to success. It is alright, she can wait and learn along the way, after all, there is plenty of time as a long living race such as hers.

Many bandits cannot see beyond the veil of peaceful and noble looking of frail and weak woman, therefore, their punishment is justified trying to rob her.

Dragon aspect: White and shining in color.

Dialogue:

- Idle

"the lack of progression serves no purposes..."

- Get hit (90% - 60% HP)

"Well met"

"How rude!"

- Get hit (HP below 50%)

"My patience wears thin with you..."

"You got some nerve laying your hands on me..."

- When it's raining

"A perfect weather for good shock spells, shall we hunt for storm Atronach?"

- When it's snowing

"How lovely, these dancing little snowflakes..."

- When the weather is nice

"Hmm~ such a nice weather for reading"

//when someone offers her Lusty Argonian maid//

"I...have to refuse. I could use another book for entertainment, something more refined. But still, I thank you for your kind offer"

(Translate: "thank you for trying to help me find a book to read, but I don't need this shit" )

- When it is sunny

"It is almost time for an afternoon tea"

Color represents

White: In some people, white color may represent angles and goodness, but in this case, I chose the colour theme for my LDB as white because of her perfectionist concepts, clean, rigid, empty, and bland. Like an Order untainted by chaos.

But, the grand clarity and purity in the color of white represent her arcane aspects. Her mind is ready, and her heart is resolute and cleared, just like a diamond, brilliant and unyielding.

Elegant when unprovoked, but also barely approachable (don't mind the courier part, that guy approaches everyone) not many people have a heart to directly ask her for help, even though she would do it for free to kill her boredom.

Silver: The color of nobility, illumination and enlightenment. But also...insincerity, deceiving, immoral, and enigmatic nature.

Aside from glittering gold and jewels, the person who has deep insecurities about not being enough, and being a target for making a fool of. She prefers to let her brilliant light shine to hide the flawed inside.

Like a swan that tries to hide a black feather..or even pluck them all out without fearing pain or grave consequences it may bring to itself.

But what does the great father of dragons see of the Eminence, chased after by his champion?

Blue: while the color blue can represent tranquility, honesty, trustworthy, wisdom, and reliability. It can also represent yearning, sadness, passiveness, aloof, and predictable nature.

A simpleton, a No one who once never has a role in anything big, got what she wanted in the end and yet it never made her whole as much as she thinks it will be. Instead, it created a big gap between her and the people around which... didn't actually help much.

The question in her heart remains unanswered. What does she really want?

"A mighty Dov that has scales shine in all platinum lays atop its mountain of hoards and ponder, is it not enough? Or is this never the right answer to begin with"

So...what is the dress code and color theme of your LDB????

#dovahkiin oc #dovahkiin #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #the last dragonborn #snow elf dovahkiin #Skyrim

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greyborn2 · 2 years ago

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Musings on the Spheres of the Daedric Princes

No idea what struck me, but good golly I have been STRUCK with the urge to just, like, put down to words some things on the various spheres and aspects of the daedric princes I feel don’t get talked about really. Soooo... ya. On Azura; first off I’ve always found it fascinating (and not oft talked about) how it isn’t just the Dunmer that are her ‘chosen people’. Long before the Velothi Exodus she already had semented herself as the creator deity of the Khajiit. And, just, like, that’s pretty neat I think. In a way (though I doubt either would ever really admit it willingly) the Khajiit and Dunmer are sibling races, and yet oh boy is there some baggage there. On Hermaeus Mora; ok, disclaimer, I can’t remember where I read it but its not my thought originally but yea. I find it interesting that despite all his big talk and showmanship Mora is a god of knowledge, sure, but he isn’t really a god of *meaningful* knowledge. He’s a hoarder of unparalleled scale, not a librarian. Apocrypha is a dumping ground of EVERY scrap of knowledge - cooking recipes, random books from lost historic texts to the lusty argonian maid, whispered town gossip, petty secrets of children... EVERYTHING. Just kinda dumped out there; it’s a trash pile. I reckon if you opened a rift into Apocrypha and grabbed a book at random you’d have a better chance of it being useless than some ancient forbidden text. I just... I find this really amusing and not talked about enough I suppose and that’s what all of this is! On Jyggalag; nothing really, just love that grey dork. Dude deserves to get some free time from Sheo finally.

On Malacath; I’m a huge orc fan, like, they’re my favorite of the playable TES races (though not 100% if they’re my overall favorite, I adore the heck outta the reachfolk, minotaurs and maormer) but I don’t particularly hold high opinion of Malacath. He’s the grudge, the curse, the longstanding oath, vengeance petty and otherwise. He’s bitter and spiteful and more interested in retribution than regrowth and I think he honestly kinda holds his followers back - from orcs to goblin-ken. Also as an aside love that he’s always depicted as ‘the orc god’ but in his quest in Oblivion he all but states Ogres as his actual favorite. My guy that is not how you are supposed to parent, stop having favorites!!

On Mehrunes Dagon <3; oh boy I love him. Gotta get that outta the way first, he’s my favorite prince and he gets done sooooooooooo dirty all the time and reduced to budget satan. No, my guys, that’s Molag Bal’s thing. He’s revolution, he’s anarchy, he’s the toppler of tyrants and -hope-, lord of all cops are bastards and eat the rich. I really find it hilarious how many of his cults in games are going with the scheme of “oh yea, with dagon’s backing we will topple the current authority... and then BECOME the authority” - my guys, Dagon’s gonna abandon you the second you do that and back the guy who comes to overthrow you. Also I would love to see more interaction between him and Merid-Nunda/Meridia given that she’s basically his mother? Kinda? But it was a meridia from another kalpa so I don’t know if it counts. Point is there’s probably something juicy there. Give this four armed boy from Lyg some better rep, pleaaaaseeeeee. On Merid-Nunda; ok first off gotta say she is evil AF. Hating the undead (sometimes, we’ll get to THAT can of worms) and presenting yourself like an angel doesn’t make you good, as so many seem to have jumped on the bandwagon of. She’s the light without warmth, the khajiit know her as the godess of greed, she strips her followers of free will and makes them thralls to her with her ‘purifying light’, she supported huge chunks of the Ayleid Empire and her son and champion ruled them for a long time (as in Umaril). Now, on that, I’ve seen a lotta people say that because she has been presented as outright anti-necromancy in the modern day she must’ve always been that way. That the ayleid necromancers we hear about weren't Meridia worshipers or that just throwing undead in every ayleid ruin is a gameplay thing but.. like... alternate thought that I think is far more interesting; She isn’t against necromancy. Hell, she’s a god who as mentioned strips away the free will and minds of her followers, I doubt she’d have a moral objection to it on that ground. I strongly headcanon she just hates OTHERS doing it. She’s like a bright (but not good) mirror of Bal - she needs to be the one in charge, she needs to be at the top of the pyramid. If a necromancer is a free agent, forcing their will on the dead without ALSO bowing to her then that’s something she takes as an insult. Alternatively the anti-necromancy thing is thing she went to post-ayleid empire, or, interestingly, the Ayleids had some sorta practice of necromancy that was acceptable by her.

On Namira; fingers crossed this one won’t be as long as the last, but I’ve got some thoughts on Namira since I just wrapped a year long TES campaign where she was the indirect BBEG and followers of her (and Dro-m’athra) featured heavily and I had to find a way to make them interesting. So I guess first off, she isn’t the god of cannibals. Or bugs. Or all that stuff. She’s the god of that which folk find repulsive and spurn. If, one day, everyone decided that pink was the most disgusting thing on Nirn I’m sure she’d change her colour scheme up right quick. I believe she lures in her followers with acceptance - the outcast, the ostracized, the reviled of society... she comes to them and tells them she accepts them utterly. That she loves them the way they are, not that they are without fault but that she loves them FOR the faults. And in that way she can wriggle and writhe her way into convincing her followers that they are disgusting people, that they should be more revolting, because she loves them. Further, on a different tangent, I think her connection with Lorkhan/Lorkh/the moon prince is super interesting and I’d love more on it. If any prince can ‘claim ownership’ of mundus after the passing of Lorkhan I think she has the strongest claim, not that she seems to want it.

On Sheogorath; ok, gonna wrap it up with him because oh boy I’m already trying to be brief and writing an entire essay aaaaaaaaa, but yes. Sheo. Oh boy do I have Opinions on him. Ok first off I’ve gotta say it... I think he’s the most evil and reprehensible of the princes. Yes, even worse than Molag Bal. And I guess content warning for some talk of several mental illnesses; if you’ve read this far and that is a trigger at all, please stop here and thank you for reading my rambles <3 Despite his zany ‘lol random’ persona, Sheo is vile. He isn’t fun, no matter how much he wants to present himself that way. He isn’t a friend. He’s a patron deity to mental illness and I feel this doesn’t get properly addressed enough, or folk are too lulled in by his persona to really examine it. He’s depression, he’s schizophrenia, he’s alzheimers, he’s delusion and paranoia. Molag Bal may break your body, namira might do gross things, vaermina might give you nightmares... but sheo will fuck with your self, your brain, in a way I feel is far worse and more fucked up (pardon language) than any other prince or god. I want to punch his smug face SOOOOO bad. SO SO bad. His realm might seem funny, even Dementia in its own dark way, but it’s such a sad place. They’re people he’s lured in and fucked up. He’s a bastard who sees someone struggling with mental illness and things “oh yes, how can I make them WORSE, how can I deepen this paranoia, worsen this trauma, etc etc etc”. Didn’t intend to leave all this on a downer note but... ah well. That’s it. Sorry for long long ramble and thank you to any who bothered to read all of it I suppose!!

#tes #the elder scrolls #daedric princes

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madhogthymaster · 4 years ago

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Alicia the Punchcat, Ep. 6 (FINALE): "Uncle Crassius, Sugar Daddy"

Thus, the tale of Alicia, seeker of the sacred tome of titillation, comes to an end.

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MAIN OBJECTIVES:

- Reach the Lover's Stone (Achieved)

- Buy a house (Achieved)

- Retrieve vol. 1 of "The Lusty Argonian Maid" (Achieved)

- Retrieve vol. 2 of "The Lusty Argonian Maid" (Achieved)

- Read the books in the comfort of your home (Achieved)

BONUS OBJECTIVES:

- Join the Thieves' Guild (Achieved)

- Get away with murder (Achieved)

- Perform a German Suplex (Failed) RULES:

- No teleportation

- No horse-riding

- No carriage-travelling

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Thumbnail's avatar by: @Artificial Orange Studios.

#madhog thy master #alicia the punchcat #let's play #skyrim #the elder scrolls #team yume #the lusty argonian maid #finale

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outofcontextelderscrolls · 4 years ago

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When they finally do make that live action elder scrolls series I will forgive everything they do wrong if they have the balls to portray the lusty argonian maid on screen.

I really don't care.what else they do. If they let me see the lusty argonian maid all is forgiven!

#the elder scolls online #elder scrolls #skyrim #morrowind #oblivion

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hrodvitnon · 3 years ago

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Hey umm, so It appears Twitter has found the lusty argonian maid.

(Her name is Betty btw)

This is probably not the og post for the image, but is the one of the only ones I've found, so here you go: https://twitter.com/lucybno/status/1491961189596909577?t=-DdESoUfRkm-pBdUUxxuhg&s=19

Finally, a reason to quote from The Lusty Argonian Maid, Volume 1.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Certainly not, kind sir! I am here but to clean your chambers.

Crantius Colto: Is that all you have come here for, little one? My chambers?

Lifts-Her-Tail: I have no idea what it is you imply, master. I am but a poor Argonian maid.

Crantius Colto: So you are, my dumpling. And a good one at that. Such strong legs and shapely tail.

Lifts-Her-Tail: You embarrass me, sir!

#gemini amorim

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the-chaos-katzlein · 3 years ago

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My thoughts on

Felix’s route

Chapter 3

“Well Hello~”

“Finally, someone respects a title around here.”

💕💕💕

“Yeah, what she said!”

Yo, he boutta buy the Lusty Argonian Maid?????

The blade is different, sure but the hand guard, shaft and pommel…isn’t that Andúril?

“If you mention Tahiti I’m drop kicking you.”

#Last legacy #the last legacy #last legacy felix #felix escellun #felix fictif #Ahoratos #ahoratos elmwood #last legacy oc #rime solano varela #last legacy rime #rime varela #Rime Strawbaby deer bastard mans 💕

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the-hoarse-bard · 4 years ago

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Crescius was so excited to see his great-grandfathers journal, he pretty much ripped it out of my hands as soon as I showed it to him. He went on about making the East Empire Company pay for lying to everyone in Raven Rock and putting them out of work. He continued by saying maybe he could even convince Councilor Morvayn to reopen the mine after I took care of the Draugr. He quickly shoved a few septims into my hands before briefly apologizing for not having more for me and rushing off to, I assume, harass Councilor Morvayn with the new information. Counting it out, he only gave me fifty septims, but I suppose he already spent all his money on this endeavor. At least it pays for tonights stay at the cornerclub.

It was still relatively early, so I decided to follow Crescius over to the Councillor’s home. While he rambled about what I had uncovered from the mine, I noticed the Councillor’s, I assume, wife was looking troubled, so I asked what was the matter. It appears that she had recently sent a rare book off to be rebound in the Imperial City, and while it had arrived and been shipped back, she never received it. The ship carrying it had crashed a ways up the coast, according to a survivor of the wreck. By now the wreck is crawling with reavers, and Raven Rock certainly doesn’t have the guards to spare, so I offered to retrieve the book for her. She readily accepted, but asked me to keep it quiet, she doesn’t want a rumor spreading that she hires for this type of thing regularly. I headed out immediately, while Crescius was still dramatizing to the Councilor and his assistant.

The wreck was easy enough to locate along the coast. I crept up on the small camp the reavers had set up outside the boat, and slipped in behind one of them around the fire and planted a dagger in his back. The other two saw it, and went for their weapons, shouting for a third up on the deck of the boat to ready his bow. I retreated back outside the wall for cover as the archer let a few arrows fly in my direction.

I heard the archer curse, and I popped back around the wall, letting out a shout of ‘Yol’, setting the two on the ground alight. One of them soon burned to death, but the other was more hardy and ran at me with a war hammer. I dodged his initial blow, but gave me a nasty gut check afterward, which fortunately caused me to double over as an arrow grazed past my ear. The one with the war hammer took advantage of me being stunned and readied to deliver a fatal blow to my head. I rolled out of the way at the last second and slashed my dagger at the joints in his armor, setting him alight again, as much good as that would do against a Dunmer. He swung the hammer sideways at my midsection leaving him very open for me to drive my dagger into his gut. He cursed and fell over, finally dead.

Another arrow whizzed between my legs, reminding me that there was still one left. I dodged a followup arrow, and dashed up the ramp onto the deck. The archer dropped his bow and drew a steel dagger. He slashed at my face twice, and I leaned back, taking advantage of his poor footing to deliver a sweeping kick to his legs. He fell onto the deck and right on top of his dagger, putting it straight through his stomach. He bled out quickly, and I headed into the hold to find that book.

I found the book in a large chest below decks and immediately saw the real reason Cindri wanted me to keep this under wraps. It was an old manuscript of Crassius Curios infamous erotic play The Lusty Argonian Maid. I’ve heard that the Dunmer temple even made a significant effort to ban this smut, almost as much of an affair as their efforts to destroy all copies of The Real Barenziah, which they claim as heresy. Personally, I claim it as a brilliant reveal of Queen Barenziah’s actual opinions on my fellow Khajiit, which just so happened to oppose the popular opinion in Morrowind at the time that we are the Dunmer’s slaves. But I digress, that’s all in the past. Can’t afford many enemies when a large portion of the province was destroyed by Red Mountain, and I can’t hold all Dunmer responsible for the past between our peoples... Just the Telvanni. I carefully wrapped the book in a spare cloak I took off one of the reavers to preserve Cindri’s privacy, and started back to Raven Rock.

Cindri was grateful to have her book back, and gave me a ring that she said could cast the magelight spell, and reminded me to keep this whole thing under wraps. I thanked her, but as I turned to leave, Councilor Morvayn called me over. Crescius had told him the whole story, and he just wanted to thank me with an official welcome to Raven Rock, along with official citizenship. He also wanted to tell me that now he could reopen the mine in an official capacity, and I would be welcome to make use of it any time. I thanked him for his welcome, but he insisted that he should be thanking me. Now Raven Rock could become a settlement of actual worth again. I gave him a bow, and wished him a fond farewell for now, and headed off to the cornerclub, very tired from the days events.

#skyrim #shirazzha #khajiit #Dragonborn #Raven Rock

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just-a-skyrim-imagine-blog · 5 years ago

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Anonymous asked: Would it be possible to get some general relationship headcannons for Thoronir, Thadon, and Gwinas, with a s/o who is blind?

Thoronir: (S/O was born blind)

Although he knows that they are more than capable of protecting themselves he tends to worry about his s/o when they leave the Imperial City.

As soon as they return he makes sure that they aren't badly injured before pulling them into a tight hug. Then he starts telling them that they need to be more careful when they leave the city due to the Oblivion gates opening up just about everywhere.

His s/o understands why he's worried but reminds him that they can handle themselves, then they quickly kiss him even though they nearly missed.

Depending on the day a typical date for them could range from getting dinner at the Merchants Inn to a nice evening stroll around the Arboretum. (His s/o enjoys having him describe the area.)

Ironically during one of their evening strolls around the Arboretum they accidentally dropped the amulet of Mara they picked up during their travels and when he noticed that they had dropped it he assumed it had been the amulet that they normally wear. It wasn't until he picked it up that he realized what it was, he quickly gave it back to them and tried to play it cool.

That evening they decided that they would spend the rest of their lives with each other.

Thadon: (S/O was blinded in a fight)

The fact that his s/o had been blind didn't really change the way the Duke of Mania felt about them.

He's sometimes surprised by how sneaky his s/o can be forgetting that they knew the layout of the House of Mania before their blinding, so every so often they might get the drop on him and sneak him a kiss.

They tend to spend a lot of time together in the Halcyon Conservatory which his s/o considers a date even though it's not really one.

After learning from his s/o that Sheogorath had tried to make them kill Syl and take her place he became frustrated even though he knew something like this was bound to happen.

Before he had the chance to yell at them they explained that they turned down the offer knowing that it would tear them apart but a couple of days later someone did kill her.

His first suspicion was his s/o but when he found them they had been badly beaten and on the verge of losing consciousness in the Halcyon Conservatory as he rushed to their side they mumbled something about the assailant smelling like blood and wet cat before falling unconscious.

When his s/o regained consciousness they were informed that he had joined forces with Jyggalag and that drove them to do the one thing he'd stopped them from doing when they had first crossed paths. As they lay in a pool of their own blood they remembered all the good times they had shared together even though almost half of it was dark due to their unfortunate blinding, slowly everything began to fade before everything went dark the last words he had said to them echoed in their mind.

Gwinas: (S/O was blinded in an accident)

Gwinas hated the fact that it was thanks to him that his s/o was blind, they had grown up back in Valenwood together and had been pretty close for a couple years when he asked them to teach him how to properly use destruction magic.

The fact that they didn't hate him for doing so made things worse on his end because in his mind he knew that by all accounts they very much had a reason to hate him.

It took him sometime to finally get over the fact they had forgiven him but when he did he made sure to assist them whenever they needed it.

They used to love to read together and while his s/o can't exactly read anymore that doesn't really stop him from reading to them although on occasion he is hesitant. (After having to read Lusty Argonian Maid out loud you would probably be hesitant to read out loud too.)

He really enjoys their company when they return to The Tiber Septim Hotel after having been wandering the Imperial City attempting to have a little fun.

In the evening they cuddle up nice and close and Gwinas will gently play with their hair as he listens to them regale events from their little trips.

Before they fall asleep he kissed their forehead and wishes them a good night.

#Thoronir #Thadon #gwinas #Oblivion headcannons #mod ulfric #tw: suicide

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daedriclorde · 5 years ago

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Krent Mon Do Akatosh

Humle Beginnings; A Series of One-Shots

Read it here on my AO3!

An Old Friend

Aerisif was walking with her head down, a foolish thing to do anywhere, but particularly so in the Thieves’ Guild. So engrossed was she in the book she was reading, she didn’t see the Guild Second until she ran into him.

“Brynjolf!” she scolded. The red-headed rogue smirked.

“Whatcha doing, lass?” The thief’s brogue always seemed to send a pleasant chill down her spine. He stood relaxed and confident.

Aerisif raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Well you see, Brynjolf, this is call a book. And what intelligent people do with it is called reading. I wouldn’t expect you to know about it, though.”

With a smooth motion, Brynjolf pulled the book from her hands.

“That’s mine!” Aerisif protested.

“And now I have it. Funny thing, it is. We down here call it stealing,” he smiled. “I wouldn’t expect you to know about it, though.”

So he wants to play THIS game, Aerisif mused. A warm feeling bubbled in her gut. She rolled her eyes at him and brushed past him, allowing their bodies to touch for an instant as she continued walking toward the Flagon.

But Brynjolf was apparently not yet done. “I’ve read a book once, you know.”

“A truly astonishing achievement.”

“Don’t you want to know what book it was?”

“Learning your letters doesn’t count as a book, Bryn.” She nervously stole a sidelong glance at him. She hadn’t dared to use that nickname with him yet.

She found her glance returned, but Brynjolf’s gaze had a devilish tint to it. He paused to hold open the door into the Flagon for her.

“The Lusty Argonian Maid,” He grinned.

Aerisif felt herself flush and hoped the shadows of the Cistern hid it. “Well, we’re all very proud of you,” she teased.

No sooner had she cleared the threshold into the Flagon when there was a commotion and the sound of chairs scraping against stone. A figure ran toward Aerisif. She instinctively pulled her dagger.

It was just a courier.

“Got something for you,” he panted. “A letter, from Markarth.” He handed her a folded piece of parchment. “Looks like thats it, gotta go!” And he turned and took off again, seeming to take no notice of his threatening surroundings.

Delvin, who had also prepared to fight the intruder, shook his head and sheathed his weapon. “Damn couriers, always buttin’ in where they have no business.” He craned his neck to look at the parchment. “Whatcha got there?”

Aerisif unfolded the parchment and scanned the lines quickly, her mouth creeping to a smile with every word.

Aerisif the Quick, Shadow of the Stone City, Highest Among Beggars, Aer Bear,

How’s the other side of Skyrim? Manage to get far enough away from me and this blood soaked silver? You’ll have to try harder than that, because I’ve decided to come visit. I should arrive in Riften on Sundas, the 8th of Heartfire. Hope you’re prepared for a good bender and probably some jail time, its been too long.

Yours,

Yngvar The Singer, The Strong, The Retribution of Markath, Yngvar Silver-Tongue, Yngvar the Handsome…

Aerisif burst out laughing at the list of self serving names that followed.

“Well? What’s the news, lass?” Brynjolf asked with curiosity.

“Yngvar’s coming!” Aerisif was smiling from ear to ear, nearly jumping with excitement.

“Yngvar?” Brynjolf thinly veiled a frown and worry in his voice.

Aerisif didn’t hear him. “Delvin, could I get him one of our protection amulets? Just while he’s in town?”

Delvin scratched his chin. “I suppose, we have a couple left. Who is this fellow?”

Aerisif danced away again. “Tonilia’s got them, right?”

“Who is Yngvar?” Delvin asked again. Brynjolf was hanging on every word.

“Oh, we had so much fun in Markarth! Ah, I can’t believe he’s coming here!”

“Who the fuck is Yngvar?!” Brynjolf nearly shouted.

His raised voice broke Aerisif’s reverie. “Shit, I haven’t mentioned him before? Yngvar and I sort of grew up together in Markarth.”

“Did you now?” Delvin asked. “And this friend of yours—he’s not going to cause any trouble for the Guild?”

“Not at all. He also lives on our side of the law, if you know what I mean. Not a thief by any means, I can tell you that. The big brute nearly got himself killed when he tried. It’s like…Yngvar is to the Silver-Bloods what the Thieves Guild is to the Black-Briars.”

“Sounds like our kind of company!” Delvin chuckled. “Yeah, he can have our protection. Tell Tonilia I said you can use one of our amulets for your friend. Just see that he doesn’t make any trouble for us, or for Maven.”

“Thanks Delvin!” She bounced off to find Tonilia.

Grew up together? Brynjolf was tossing Aerisif’s words and glee around in his head. Big Brute? Did I see him sign that as Yngvar the Handsome? Brynjolf had an uneasy feeling in his gut about this.

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Sundas came, and Aerisif had put on a fine, red, quilted tunic that she had just had made. She had washed in the lake the night before, and put some sort of ointment in her black hair that made it shine and smell enchanting. She wore an elegant gold necklace and some delicate rings, all of which she had commissioned from Madesi.

Brynjolf tried his best to ignore the fresh, flowery smell about her as she had some breakfast in the Flagon. He swung himself over a chair at her table.

“Hardly recognized you, lass. Why so dressed up?”

“Want to show off,” Aerisif said through a mouthful of sweet roll.

Brynjolf’s brow furrowed. “Show off?”

Aerisif swallowed. “Yeah! Show Yngvar that I’m making so much more money than he is. Really rub it in.”

Brynjolf nodded, understanding the desire to strike jealously. “So what do you intend on doing to entertain this friend of yours?” Brynjolf tried to ask casually over his mug of mead.

Aerisif’s face lit up. “Oh, the usual. We’ll start with a hefty round of drinking—I’ll take him to the meadery, of course— then I’ll show him around Riften. Ooh, I’ll probably take him out on the lake! There really isn’t a lake like this near Markarth, just rivers. And then of course, more drinking. Maybe here in the Flagon!”

Brynjolf tried to hide his disappointment. “Ah, yes. Well, have fun with your friend, lass.”

She took no notice of his tone. Aerisif stood and buckled her leather belt with her dagger over her new tunic. She reached for the protection amulet Tonilia had procured for her, but Brynjolf snatched it from her fingers.

“A protection amulet for your friend?” Brynjolf cooed. “This lad must be important to you.”

“Okay, I know that isn’t technically mine, but come on, Bryn,” she teased.

Brynjolf gathered his nerve and stood close to Aerisif, handing her the amulet. “The finery suits you, lass,” he whispered.

Aerisif looked at him quizzically for a moment, then smiled. “Thanks Brynjolf! We still have that tunnel out of the jail, right? Might be needing that.” She downed her tankard and bounced out of the Flagon.

Brynjolf couldn’t help himself. Mercer was out meeting with clients across Skyrim, and the Guild was running pretty smooth. He could disappear for a while. Brynjolf waited until Aerisif had left the Flagon, and then slipped out to go topside himself.

Brynjolf watched from the shadows as Aerisif waited impatiently by the North Gate, trying her best to look cool and collected. Lass is anxious to see this fellow, he thought with a pang in his gut.

The gates opened for the morning and a small crowd of merchants, travelers, and mercenaries came lumbering in.

Aerisif squealed and ran towards one of them. Brynjolf watched a burly, brown-haired mercenary pick her up and hug her tight. Gods, “big brute” is right. The man had biceps as thick as tree limbs, and looked to be a few years older than Aerisif. He wore dark Orcish armor and carried a hefty battle axe on his back.

“Yngvar! You’re here!” Aerisif giggled as she tightly embraced the mercenary.

“In the flesh!” Yngvar set her back down, and gave her an appraising “Gods, look at you! You’ve come a long way from the burlap rags you wore when we met.”

Aerisif modeled her finery. “What can I say? Better market for my line of work out here. And you! Have you actually finally replaced that leather armor you lived in?”

“Well, you know what I always say,” he grinned. “Blood and Silver are the only things that run through Markarth. And finally some silver flowed my way, to prevent my blood from running through the streets!” He laughed.

Aerisif grinned back up at the mercenary. “Come on, I want to show you around!”

Yngvar gestured outward. “Lead on!” He then placed his hand on Aerisif’s shoulder.

Brynjolf felt his heart race. Clinging to the shadows, he followed them all through their tour of Riften.

***

“So tell me, why are you really in Riften?”

“To visit my favorite street urchin, like I said in my letter.”

“Come on, the truth.”

Yngvar waved a hand. “Silver-Bloods have me running damn errands for them. Wanted me to deliver a message to someone out here.”

“Who?”

“Maven Black-Briar.”

“Maven?”

“Yeah, you know her or something?”

Aerisif laughed. “Yeah Yngvar, I know her. Everyone knows her. The Black-Briars own Riften like the Silver-Bloods own Markarth.”

“Oh shit, then this is important.”

“Yeah, troll brain, this is important! What’s the message?”

“You’re kidding, right? Like I would break a sealed message from a Silver-Blood.”

“Okay, good point. Here, let’s find her. Trust me, she’ll be more welcoming to you if I’m there.”

Maven received the pair with no more than her usual disdain, and rewarded Yngvar handsomely for his delivery.

“Divines, this’ll be fun to drink off.” He said after they’d left Maven’s company, appraising the coin purse she had given him.

“We’ll drink it away at the Ragged Flagon later,” Aerisif chirped.

“That’s where you live, right?”

“Yeah, it’s in the Ratway.”

“The Ratway?”

“Under the city.”

Yngvar stopped. “Under the city?”

“Yeah? Is that a problem?”

“No, not for me. But for you! How do you do it? You love to be outside, Aer! The mountains were always your home. Or at least, they used to be.”

Aerisif stopped and thought for a moment. “They still are, in my heart. But I live here now, in Riften. With the Guild. And it’s good, Yngvar.”

He considered her. “Did you find your people? This Guild, they treat you okay?”

She smiled. Always trying to protect me. “Yeah, Yngvar, they treat me okay. They were rough at first, but they’re always like that with the new ones. I’m part of the family now.”

He clapped a hand on her shoulder. “Good.” For one that was so skilled with words when singing or writing out a poem, Yngvar wasn’t so loquacious when he spoke. And that was okay by Aerisif.

“And you! The Silver-Bloods have you doing more than just playing guard dog, I see.“

Yngvar puffed out his chest a bit. “Yeah, it seems so. They pay me more now, and Thongvor is actually listening to me now. Sometimes, he even sees out my advice.”

Aerisif smiled and squeezed his arm. “I knew you had more to offer them! I’m so proud of you.”

“For better or for worse, I’m in even deeper with the Silver-Bloods now.”

“Hey.” She was whispering. “If things start to go belly up? The Guild has contacts in the Dark Brotherhood. So. You just let me know.” Her face was grave.

Yngvar stifled a giggle. “Okay Aer, I’ll let you know.” Always trying to protect me.

“Or I can just steal something from them. I’ve gotten pretty good at that.”

“So you say,” he gave her a little shove.

“I have. So good that you didn’t even notice me steal the gold Maven gave you.” She held up the purse with an evil grin.

Yngvar swiped it back away from her. “Hey, I thought you said this dumb necklace you gave me protects me from the Guild!”

“I gave it back, didn’t I?” Aerisif smirked.

They continued to walk through the market.

“That’s Madesi, he’s the one who made my jewelry,” Aerisif pointed out the Argonian, who nodded respectfully at his new favorite client.

“Shor’s Bones, you had that all made? I assumed you stole it.” Yngvar looked shocked.

“And the tunic, too. I had all of this made.” Aerisif beamed.

Yngvar stopped and smiled. “Look at us now, Aer.” He turned to her. “We’re not the poor starving orphans we used to be.”

She smiled back. “Now we’re rich, drunk, lawless scoundrels!”

They laughed and continued walking through the city. Aerisif thought she caught a shadow move in a funny way, but when she looked again, there was nothing there.

***

That night, Aerisif brought Yngvar into the Ragged Flagon. He was forbidden from the Cistern proper, of course, but Delvin decided letting him share their mead in the tavern was just fine. Much of the Guild had turned out, to see this man that Aerisif had brought. Just like her, to find a way to bring this lot together, Brynjolf mused.

They sat and drank for hours, sharing stories and hurling insults across the tables. Mead and conversation flowed smoothly. Someone procured a lute for Yngvar and he played and sang. His voice was surprisingly agile, and had a soft, nostalgic quality about it, to Brynjolf’s dismay. Yngvar The Singer he was, and seemed to captivate the attentions of many a thief in the Flagon.

Even Vex came and joined the reverie. Yngvar’s eyes latched on her as soon as she walked in, clearly enthralled. Aerisif coughed to get his attention, and with wide eyes shook her head no, and waved her hand across her throat in warning. Yngvar raised his eyebrows and sighed, but got the message. Aerisif had always kept him safe, and here in this pit of thieves he knew he needed her guidance.

“So, how do you guys know each other?” Vex asked as she sat down.

“Well. After my parents died, I lived on the streets in Markarth. I begged for a while, and once that stopped working, I stole. I’d been doing that for a few years when Yngvar moved to Markarth, straight from the Bard’s College.”

“You were a bard?” Tonilia gushed. She had not taken her eyes off of Yngvar since she had walked in with Vex moments ago.

Yngvar scoffed. “Am a bard. Just because I make my coin wielding an axe and spilling blood doesn’t mean I’m no less skilled with a lute. Or my tongue.” He grinned devilishly, spurring guffaws and laughter from the others. Aerisif could practically see Tonilia’s heart flutter.

“Anyways, here was young Yngvar, head full of ideas and songs from the college, ready to make his way plying his arts.”

Vex snorted. “How’d that one work out for ya?”

Yngvar swallowed his mead. “Not so good.” He smiled sadly. “Turns out there was about as much coin in Markarth as there was in my home village, only spread across more people. And the ones that had the coin, weren’t spending it on music and poems.”

“So before he lost all his morals, Yngvar would try to sing for his supper in the streets and tavern. Too honest of a lad for Markarth.” Aerisif sounded a little sad. “One night, I watched him from an upper level of the city—“

“Upper levels?” Sapphire asked.

“You haven’t been to Markarth? It’s chiseled out of the mountainside. Whole city is carved in stone, with so many tiers and bridges and towers its hard to keep track.”

“Must be grand,” Sapphire said dreamily. It seemed Yngvar’s charm caught her too.

“It’s not,” both Aerisif and Yngvar said together, bursting into laughter after.

“Anyway, I was watching him beg every last person who walked by to pay him for a song, and no one even gave him the time of day. It was getting dark, and I hadn’t seen him eat anything for days.”

“You were watching me?” Yngvar said, surprised.

“Of course I was. Had to decide if you were a threat.”

“Ah, true thief’s instincts, that,” Delvin boasted. “Always destined for the Guild.”

“If I can get on with it,” Aerisif said exasperated. “I had done pretty well that week, with the coin. I went down to the Inn, put all my septims on the counter, and bought one hot meal and an ale. Frabbi looked suspicious of me, but the coin was there so she gave me the meal. Took it right outside and told Yngvar I’d share it with him.”

Brynjolf felt his heart fall into his stomach.

“But I insisted on singing for it!” Yngvar laughed. “After that, I looked after her. Not a week later, Aerisif got caught redhanded by this really twisted merchant that would come through the city every so often. He wasn’t bothered to call the guard— he was gonna settle it himself. As soon as I saw him draw his sword, I ran in there and bashed his head with my lute. Didn’t have so much as a butter knife on me, but I was bigger than him, and he backed off and let her go.”

Brynjolf felt his stomach twist itself into tight knots. Ah, forget it, lad! Drop it, she’s taken.

“From then on, we worked as a team. I made sure we stayed fed, and Yngvar made sure we stayed alive. We made a good team.” She smiled across the table from him.

It felt like a hot knife was ravaging its way inside Brynjolf.

“We sure did. Once I gave up the lute and picked up the axe, if I couldn’t shake it out of someone, Aerisif would steal it from them. Earned our meals that way.”

Is there something wrong with this mead? Feels like I drank a skeever, Brynjolf thought.

“Well, you’re awfully cute together,” Vex made the words so sugary it was sickening.

Brynjolf squinted. Did she say that for my benefit?

Aerisif and Yngvar both erupted in laughter. Yngvar shot the mead he had been drinking out through his nose, which made Aerisif laugh even harder. Her laughter rang across the tavern, and she gripped her sides from it.

Wiping her eyes while Yngvar wiped his face, Aerisif managed to speak between breaths. “NO. We are. Absolutely. NOT. A couple.” She exhaled, trying to regain her breath.

Brynjolf lifted his head.

“You’re not?” Delvin asked.

Yngvar shook his head. “Nope. Aerisif here is the only family I’ve got. She’s my little sister, as far as I’m concerned.

The knife turned to a sweet, bubbly feeling. It’s the mead, Brynjolf told himself.

“You never even thought about it?” Tonilia tried to hide her hope.

“No. Yngvar, I love you, but you aren’t really my type.” Aerisif smirked.

“And you’re not mine, Aer.”

“I know, you prefer the blondes,” She teased. Tonilia and Sapphire frowned and shifted at this remark, and Vex let a dark and threatening look settle into her features.

“And you…Wait. There’s not really been a pattern!” Yngvar was puzzled. “For all the men I’ve seen you take—“

“Excuse me, SEEN ME?”

“No! I meant— I meant—“ Yngvar blushed and got flustered.

“I know what you meant,” Aerisif punched his shoulder. “And I’m glad you can’t figure out my type. I prefer it that way. Keeps my air of mystery.” she raised her tankard to her lips.

All the men? Brynjolf took a long drink to hide his features. Ah, don’t be daft. You’ve been around a few times yourself.

***

Hours later, Yngvar had excused himself for the night. He left for the Bee and Barb, where he had rented a room. Aerisif hugged Yngvar and sent him on his way, the pair to reconnect in the morning.

The other thieves had already dispersed, to run jobs or to get some sleep. Brynjolf had held back, and suddenly the Flagon held just him and Aerisif. She began to walk to the common sleeping area, when Brynjolf blocked her path.

He put on that charming grin of his. “Well, that was very, educational, lass,” he drawled. “Learned more about you in those few hours than I have in the months I’ve known you.”

Aerisif flashed a smile back. Her face was flushed from the mead she had been drinking. “I’m sure that watching normal social interactions would be educational, for you.”

“But you know, there’s a few things I still didn’t learn.”

“Oh Bryn, there’s many things you didn’t learn.”

He ignored the playful jab. “You never did reveal your type, lass.”

Aerisif cocked her head. “My type?”

“Yeah, the pattern for all of these supposed men you’ve bedded.”

“Since I’m tired I’ll ignore the ‘supposed’ part you just dropped. You want to know my type?”

His emerald eyes twinkled. “Indulge me, lass.”

Aerisif took a step forward. Brynjolf could still smell that flowery scent on her, but it was mingled with the honey of the mead she had been drinking. She looked up at him with those wide, silvery eyes. She moved forward again and he could feel a whisper of her body brush his, just enough to send a chill down his spine. Aerisif got right up next to him and murmured in his ear:

“My type? Is the type that’s brave enough to speak up.” She winked, slid around him and walked off to her bed in the common area.

Brynjolf watched her walk off and shivered. “I’ll be in my bunk,” he whispered to no one.

#Skyrim Fanfic #OC: aerisif/kjolti #KMDA #f!dragonborn x brynjolf #thieves guild

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