#sabjorn

[umbracirrus]

WIP Wednesday💛

Ahhhh, Wednesday. And today has been a productive one! Lot of writing done, a lot more to do, and I can say for certain that the next chapter of The Perfect Storm is going to be a bumper one! And to mirror what I posted this morning, if Elyse had a septim for every time she had a poison in her hand with a blade at her neck, she'd have two septims - not a lot, but weird that it happened twice and technically once was in a nightmare but you get the point heh.

I'm not going to tag anyone specific, and instead do an open tag for anyone who wants to say that I tagged them 💛

As Elyse brushed the cobwebs off her hands on her clothes, then scowled as she noticed that there was skeever blood on her boots, she began to feel a cold draught coming from nearby. That meant that she had to be near some sort of exit.

Carefully stepping over the unconscious man, she began to walk towards where the cool air was coming from, resisting the urge to wrap her cloak around herself just in case there were any more surprises which needed her to draw upon her spells once more. There was a slight tunnel, just enough for a person to navigate through, though was particularly dark – unsettlingly so. She had to cast a magelight spell purely to see where she was going.

Soon enough, a gentle light – no doubt that of either a lantern or a handful of candles – began to seep into the darkness and gave her a sense of ease.

Then there was a large, gaping hole leading into a room which looked similar to the basement she had entered that small cave system through. A room adorned with barrel after barrel of mead, though quite a few had obvious bite marks and chipped wood scattered around them, leaving the floor both sticky and wet with the scent of honey and alcohol permeating the air. It looked stagnant and foul, with bugs hovering over the pools of mead. She had but one thought in response to that as she felt the liquid seeping into her boots through the stitching - had Sabjorn honestly not checked on the state of his Meadery once since the skeever problem started?

There was also a door further into the room, which she was very glad to reach as the floor around it was dry and gave her the opportunity to shake off her boots as much as she could just to stop the squelching of each step she took. The door was wide open, though not leading outdoors as she had first anticipated because of just how cold the room was. Instead, it led to a room with yet more barrels, and huge vats of mead. There were also numerous sacks across the borders of the room, and an abandoned satchel in the middle of the floor which looked very much out of place.

She approached it, and went to pick it up, just for something to roll out as she did so... A small bottle with a somewhat viscous liquid of an incredibly off-putting reddish brown colour, almost reminding her of medicine, contained within. The only definitive thing about it that she could discern was that it definitely not mead... But so long as her alchemy skills hadn’t gone to waste during her time in Dragonsreach, she could probably figure out what it was.

She barely had to examine the liquid in the bottle for long after opening it before she could detect the delicate scent of nightshade flowers, and her eyes grew wide as she put the stopper back in place, not wanting nor willing to smell it any longer. Nightshade was a common ingredient for poisons… and that was all she needed to know to conclude what it was. It was almost certainly the poison which Sabjorn claimed that his employee went to collect just for it to ‘not be ready yet’. There was even a handwritten receipt from Arcadia in the satchel, when she checked back inside it.

This wasn’t an out-of-control skeever problem... This was sabotage.

Just as she turned around to go back the way that she had come from, to let Sabjorn and Lydia know about what she had found, she suddenly found herself face-to-face with Sabjorn’s employee, and a dagger pointed right at her throat.

[hircines-hunter]

WIP Wednesday

I have so many wip and I don’t know what I want to post bc there’s so many and I’m not ready to unveil Dyrvina yet. ;v; so uh here estinan’s chapter is slowly coming together.

Gonna tag @madamefluffnstuff @umbracirrus @vivifriend @thequeenofthewinter @oblivions-dawn

@bostoniangirl21

Estinan’s head pounded when she woke up. It had to be mid morning when she woke up, judging by the sun. Divines. She felt a strong grip on her waist when she tried to move. At least she was drunk last night. Both the alcohol and Mallus kept her mind from wandering to darker places.

Estinan pried herself from his arms and found her clothing. She might as well get this job over with. She sat back on the bed. She put her hand on his shoulder and leaned close to whisper. “Mallus. I’m going to finish this job.”

The Imperial groaned. He moved and put his head under a pillow. “I should be awake before you leave for Riften.”

“I would hope. The moons are full tonight.” She laughed. Estinan walked downstairs with her bag and weapons.

Sabjorn stared at her. “The front door is over there. If you’re done with my help.”

“I actually came here to help with your pest problem. But it was so late in the night when I got here.” She smiled and walked up to the bar.

[trickstarbrave]

Things I have decided abt Daelryn (dragonborn reincarnation of Voryn)

>mother owned honningbrew meadery. After she escaped morrowind prior to the red year she used her knowledge to become a merchant and set up shop revitalizing the old run down place and made it booming and famous. Maven hates her

>when daelryn was born his father and a bunch of other ppl in their house (hlaalu) said they should kill him bc of the birthmark on him. She fled, understandably, after faking her death and lived in hiding so the moral tong couldn’t come get her. Then the oblivion crisis and red year happened and she figured they gave up (they did)

>technically this means daelryn is kind of a member of house hlaalu. Which is hilarious to me bc I think they’re the furthest from house Dagoth and dagoth ur prob hated them the most

>daelryn lives in skyfall estate (custom modded player home tee hee if I have modded followers in this I want my modded house) which his mother originally had built (across the road from honningbrew).

>Daelryn’s mom doesn’t currently live there. She retired and has a little estate in falkreath in the woods. She wanted daelryn to take over but he never had interest in business, just music and magic. She respects this and wants him to be happy so she had her then apprentice sabjorn take over

>I haven’t figured out how he ended up in Helgen yet but. That happens

>he’s a bit soft spoken and shy but bc he has a resting bitch face he comes across as aloof and haughty. In reality he doesn’t know how to interact with people unless it’s to like. Get them to do smth (his mom taught him that)

[maysoulrose]

The Thief and The Moon | Skyrim Fanfic | chpt 10

a self indulgent skyrim fic featuring Brynjolf and my dark elf oc, Allustria.

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The city of Whiterun. It was impressive to say the least. The protective walls to the castle sitting atop the hill with fields and farms surrounding it.  The afternoon sun was shining, a few travelers and farmers passing by. Brynjolf and Allustria approached the stable, leaving Shadowmere in the hands of the stable boy, who didn’t quite know what to make of their horse. 

“Looks like the merchants just set up camp.” Allustria pointed out. “Let’s see if they want anything we got from the bandit tower.” 

Brynjolf agreed.

 They traded a few things, Allustria purchased a couple of ingredients for her experimentation, and a few healing potions for the inevitable future in this line of work. Then they entered the city. 

The streets were bustling. Children were at play, shopkeepers busy at work, people browsing their wares. They decided not to waste much time and got into the Bannered Mare, before a guard recognized Brynjolf’s uncanny armor. 

The tavern was dimly lit and smelled of wood smoke and body odor. It was just as lively here as it was in the streets!  Allustria scanned the area. Arms for hire, people chatting, a bard playing a lute. She didn’t see anyone who looked to be waiting for her.  Brynjolf whistled to get her attention so she turned his way. He nodded his head at the entrance to the kitchen. Allustria entered. 

There, sat in the corner, was a sleazy looking man. Long, greasy black hair, a pale complexion, and bags under his eyes. They make eye contact and he squints at her. She takes the seat in front of him.

“So, you’re the one Maven sent? Let’s make this quick. I work at the meadery just outside of the city. The owner is a scuzzy little man who won’t sell the damned place, so Maven and I have devised a plan to get the old fool out of the picture. We need you to set the trap.” He explains to her that there’s a skeever problem in the basement of the place that the owner, Sabjorn, has been meaning to get rid of before the Captain of the Guard comes in to sample the brew. Allustria is to get the poison that Sabjorn supplies, take care of the skeevers, but also poison the fresh vat. 

No questions asked, Allustria nods, and returns to Brynjolf who follows her out of the inn. 

They stay silent before leaving the city and make sure they’re out of hearing range before discussing the project. 

“Maven’s always been a clever Lass.” Brynjolf acknowledged.

“Awe, I thought you only called me that~” Allustria pouted. 

“I—. Oh, well I mean—“

“I’m kidding, silly.” Allustria laughed, lightly elbowing him in the ribs.. 

The two of them walk to the meadery, leaving Shadowmere at the stables. He needed a little rest and some food, anyway.  

Allustria puts her hand against Brynjolf’s chest, stopping him from entering the place.

“Maybe I should go in alone. I think only one of us would be more convincing.”  She batted her flirtatious eyes.

Brynjolf sighed.

“Okay.” He waited by the little garden fence, arms crossed.

“Good boy~” Allustria giggled. Brynjolf just rolled his eyes. 

The elf enters the meadery. Sabjorn was frantically pacing, trying to clean things up, and was muttering to himself.

“Can’t you see we’re closed?”  He says after finally noticing her. Allustria decided she wouldn’t feel an ounce of guilt once she was done with him. He had just the worst of personalities. 

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t see a sign. Are you… alright?” She cooed. He stopped and actually looked at her. She noticed his face turning a bit red. She smiled. 

‘Too easy.’

“Oh excuse my rudeness, it’s just, I’m waiting for the Captain to come for an inspection and mead tasting and I just have my hands full.” 

Allustria sat at the bar to listen to his woes. 

“I’m sorry, I hope I’m not in the way~” She catches his eyes in a trance and lightly places her hand on top of his. His blush deepens. “You know, I could maybe lend a hand.” She smiles sweetly at the man.  His eyes narrow.

“Why?” Suddenly suspicious of her. “I don’t suppose you expect me to think you’ll do this out of the kindness of your heart?” 

“Ah, you mean payment.” Allustria reaches up and taps her fingers on the buttons of his shirt. She looks up at him with large eyes and a playful smile. “I mean, I do, but…. not with gold.... You see, I’ve always found older men very… attractive.” 

Sabjorn’s suspiciousness vanished.

“Oh… I see. Well that’s different. I mean, of course, I’m a very high quality male.” He runs his hand through his balding hair. 

“I’m glad you understand~” Blinking slowly at him. “Now. What’s your problem?”

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Brynjolf jumped at the sound of the door swinging open. He was surrounded by chickens and had a pile of crumbs that flew out of his hand.  Allustria had a big grin on her face.

“That was deliciously easy” she swooned. “He probably would have given me the entire business if I had gone the extra mile~” she put her finger to her lips and licked the tip before biting it, smiling at Brynjolf. His eyebrows furrowed and he grabbed her hand, popping her finger out of her mouth.

“Why? What happened? Did he do anything weird? Do I need to go in there and—-“

“Calm down~” Allustria tapped her licked finger to his lips. That shut him up. She reaches in her pocket and reveals a vial of pest poison.  “Let’s get busy~”

They used the outside entrance to get into the brewery.  Deciding to first take care of the rodent problem, they follow the bear traps and skeever corpses, Doing in a few living ones on the way. They follow a path until they find a hole in the cellar wall.

“That must be how they’re getting in.” Brynjolf stated. They continue on and come to a large opening just full of skeevers. After silently knifing each one, Allustria stops. 

“I hear something.” She whispers. Brynjolf perks his ears. A murmuring voice. Allustria peaks around the turn of the cave walls and past a few hay bales. A man was squatting, speaking with the skeevers. 

“Looks like we have some company.” She says so quietly that only Brynjolf can hear. They follow the cave walls in the shadows, silently taking out any skeevers that are within reach.  The man stands and leans over an alchemy table, getting to work on it, and still muttering to himself. The remaining large rats don’t seem to notice the pair of thieves, luckily. Allustria looks at Brynjolf who nods. They prepare their weapons and stalk their foe, knifing the last two skeevers before getting within reach of the man. 

Allustria reaches him and attempts to slash his throat, but barely misses, nicking him over the collar bone. He screams in pain and spins around, fists ready with a spell conjuring in either one.

“Crap…” Allustria mutters. She lunges with both daggers out, swinging them wildly at the man. A blast of electricity flies at her, zipping inches past the side of her face. Brynjolf sneaks from the shadows and plunges his own dagger into the man’s side. He falls, taking Brynjolf with him. Allustria jumps on the man's chest and digs her blade through his throat, silencing him, permanently. 

Again, Brynjolf is shocked at her lack of hesitation. He wasn’t sure if he was afraid or impressed. He watched her sitting on the deceased corpse, wiping her blades on his shirt before concealing them in her bracers. 

“You… are terrifying” Brynjolf decided, speaking admiringly. Allustria looks at him head to toe.

“Thank you~” She grinned. Her canines, sharp and glistening.

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5 | chapter 6 | chapter 7 | chapter 8 | chapter 9 | chapter 10

also hey. If I get someone's name wrong or something, don't hesitate to tell me ;P

[thedemocraticallyelectedovahkiin]

Dampened Spirits

Little to be talked about for this episode I'm afraid, as the first part is just talking to people before the 'dungeon' area of the quest and the final part which was just more talking. First I went to the Bee and the Barb to talk to Maven Black-Briar about helping her put Honningbrew Meadery out of business and to find out how they got so successful so quickly. From there we went to meet Mallus Maccius at the Bannered mare abut the plan to poison the mead before a tasting by the captain of the hold guard. I also read the book next to him in the inn M'shara's diary and started the quest When the Cat's Away. Next we headed to the meadery itself where I intimidated Sabjorn into giving half of the pay to clear out the skeevers first. From there it was just a case of following the quest markers to the skeever nests and the brewing vat. With Seranna and Uthgerd at my side the skeeevers and the wizard Hamelyn along the way posed little threat as I hung back with the shield while they tanked and I hit our occasionally with the dagger. I managed to poison the skeever nests before going onto poison the mead. Returning to Sabjorn I witnessed the tasting and the mans subsequent arrest before speaking to Mallus and getting the key to the Sabjorn dresser to find the information Maven requested. Upon returning to Maven she reads the information taken and although she does not recognize the symbol at the bottom as it appeared at Goldenglow she recommends talking to Brynjolf. When in the cistern i told Brynjolf about the symbol which he believed was pointing to someone wanting to drive a wedge between Maven and the Guild before sending me off to Mercer to continue the search and ending Dampened Spirits.

Quests:

quest lines active: Before the Storm (main), Scoundrel's Flly (thieves guild), Good Intentions (college of winterhold), Mourning Never Comes (dark brotherhood), Bloodlines (dawnguard)

quests started: The Grey Cowl of Nocturnal, A Soul Divided, The Rising Dead, Forbidden Legend, Guest for Dinner, Hendraheim, No Stone Unturned, Dawnguard, The Break of Dawn, When the Cat's Away

mic quests: learn more about the thieves guild from Delvin and Vex, return the queen bee statue to Delvin,return honingbrew decanter to Delvin, join the Imperial legion, join the Stomcloaks, Talk to the companion leaders for work, speak to the Jarl of Falkreath, speak to Constance Michel about adoption, participate in a drinking contest with Sam Guenvere, Bring a Dwarven arrow to Calcemo, visit the museum in Dawnstar, Find gold ore a mammoth tusk and a flawless sapphire for Madesi

Places Discovered:

N/A

Enchantment's learned:

Resist magic

Spells learned:

N/A

Shouts learned:

N/A

Apparel:

Head: Silver helmet, Scaled Helmet of Eminent Magicka (Increases your Magicka by 50 points.), Scaled helmet, Fine hat, Shrouded hood (sneaking is 25% better)

Body: Ward of Seasons (Increases Fire Resistance by 10%. Increases Frost Resistance by 10%. Increases Shock Resistance by 10%. Increases Poison Resistance by 10%.), Steel armour, Thieves guild armor (carrying capacity increased by 20 points), Scaled armour, Fine clothes, Shrouded robes (destruction costs 15% less to cast)

Hands: Steel Plate gauntlets, Thieves guild gloves (lockpicking is 15% easier), Orcish scaled gauntlets, Gloves, Shrouded hand wraps (Double sneak attack damage with one-handed weapons)

Feet: Dwarven boots of waning fire (Increases fire resistance by 30%), Steel soldier boots, Thieves guild boots (pickpocket success is 15% better), Scaled boots, Boots, Shrouded shoes (Wearer is muffled and moves silently)

Shields: Dwarven shield of dwindling magic (Increases Magic Resistance by 15%.), Falmer Shield, Elven Shield

Amulets: Amulet of Arkay (Increases health by 10 points), Amulet of Dibella (+15 Speechcraft), Amulet of Kynareth (Increases your Stamina by 10 points), Amulet or Stendarr (Block 10% more with your shield), Amulet of Talos (Time between shouts is reduced 20%) Saarthal amulet (Spells cost 3% less to cast), Gauldur amulet fragment (Increases magicka by 30 points), Gauldur amulet fragment (Increases health by 30 points)

Rings: enchanted ring (Increases health by 20 points)

Weapons:

Forsworn bow

Crossbow

Orcish battleaxe

Dwarven greatsword

Elven warhammer

Ebony war axe

Dwarven mace

Honed Flamer sword

Dragon Priest dagger

Staffs:

Staff of Jyrik Gauldurson(Target takes 25 points of damage, and twice as much Magicka damage)

Staff of Magelight(Ball of light that lasts 60 seconds and sticks where it strikes)

Goblin totem staff (Lightning bolt that does 40 points of shock damage to healt and half to magicka, then leaps to a new target)

Staff of Sparks (Lightning that does 8 points of shock damage to health and magicka per second)

Steel staff of War (Elemental damage that does 4 points per second to health, magicka and stamina. Targets on fire take extra damage)

Staff of the Familiar (Summons a familiar for 60 seconds whereber the caster id pointing)

Wooden Staff of Shaming (Creatures and people up to level 8 flee from combat for 60 seconds)

Staff of Fury (Creatures and people up to level 4 will attack anything nearby for 60 seconds)

Forsworn Staff of Flames (A gout of fire that does 8 points per second. Targets on fire take extra damage)

Staff of Calm (Creatures and people up to level 8 won't fight for 30 seconds)

Staff of Frostbite (A blast of cold that does 8 points of damage per second to Health and Stamina)

Scrolls:

Scroll of Firestorm x3 (A 75 point fiery explosion centered on the caster. Does more damage to closer targets)

Scroll of Blizzard (Targets take 20 points of frost damage for 10 seconds, plus Stamina damage)

Scroll of Dread Zombie (Reanimate a weak dead body to fight for you for 60 seconds)

Scroll of Ice Spike (A spike of ice that does 15 points of frost damage to health and stamina)

Scroll of Circle of Protection (Undead up to level 8 entering the circle will flee)

Scroll of Ice Storm (A freezing whirlwind that does 50 points of frost damage per second to health and stamina)

Scroll of Fireball (A fiery explosion for 50 points of damage in a 15 foot radius. Targets on fire take extra damage)

Scroll of Cure Wounds (Heals the caster 100 points)

Scroll of Guardian Circle (Undead up to level 35 entering the circle will flee. Caster heals 20 health per second inside it)

Scroll of Candlelight (Creates a hovering light that lasts for 60 seconds)

Scroll of Chain Lightning (Lightning bolt that does 50 points of shock damage to Health and half to Magicka, then leaps to a new target)

Scroll of Firebolt (A blast of fire that does 15 points of damage. Targets on fire take extra damage)

When polling please be aware bows and two handed weapons will be included in the right hand poll while crossbows, staffs and shields are in the left. Also I have decided to implement a new rule where if an option is chosen twice in a row for the next two polls it will be left out of rotation. This is just to help to encourage us to mix up what we do a bit more.

[femmefitz]

Playing chicken dance as Sabjorn gets arrested for poisoning the captain of the guard

[the-dragonthief-passages]

8th of Heartfire, 4E 201

Not even five minutes after I left Darkwater Crossing, I got attacked by another Dark Brotherhood assassin. It's getting annoying, but I don't have the time to deal with them. It rained for a while, then I ran into a Vigilant of Stendarr post-battle. Never liked those guys. I don't have anything against Stendarr, of course, it's just shitty that his followers are a bunch of stuck-up prudes.

I got to Whiterun shortly after. I sold off some of my junk, bought a little as well, then headed to the Bannered Mare to meet with Mallus. Sabjorn, the owner of Honningbrew Meadery, is holding a tasting for the captain of the guard. He also has a pest problem, so I'm going to take that poison and put it in the vat and the nests. The meadery is locked up tight according to him, but I decided I would go ahead and try.

I headed over to the meadery, where Sabjorn filled me in on what Mallus had already told me. I agreed to get the job done, even got him to pay me upfront. There was no way I could get into the meadery through the front door, so I had no choice but to do it through the tunnels. Getting through them and the skeevers was easy. What caught me by surprise was the alchemist nut hiding down there with them, who managed to tame the little freaks. I just carried on to the end of the tunnel, looting the boilery and poisoning the vats.

I headed inside and spoke to Sabjorn. He told me I would have to wait until the testing was over. Too bad that wouldn't happen considering. The captain immediately arrested him for this, and set Mallus in charge. It was satisfying watching the scene unfold. I told Mallus I needed to look at his office, and I confronted him about the nutcase in the tunnels. He agreed to provide fencing services, though. After that, I headed up to the office.

I looted the room, as well as the one next door, and found a nice little decanter that Delvin might be interested in. I grabbed the papers from the dresser soon after. The same buyer of Goldenglow paid to help the Honningbrew Meadery get so powerful. Maven would be pleased about this. I saved the trip back for the morning. For now, I decided to make the most of my time in Whiterun.

I went to Dragonsreach to speak to Proventus, but I was having trouble finding him. I decided to loot the keep since I was there, and found a strange red gem in a case on Jarl Balgruuf's room. Jarl Elisif in Solitude had one in her room as well, now that I think about it. I would have to show Vex this. I eventually did find him, and I bought Breezehome and plenty of furnishings for it. Lydia and I headed to our new home together and had some supper.

Another successful mission, and a new home. This has been quite the day. Tomorrow, I'll stop by Windhelm on my way to Riften and take care of that sweep job Vex gave me. Life is good so far.

[stabbyapologist]

Mallus Maccius

Mallus: Information, information, information. Delilah, are you listening to me?

Delilah: Yeah. I'd tap that.

Mallus: What?

Delilah: What?

Mallus: Anyway... Pleasure doing business with you.

Delilah: Oh, no, believe me. The pleasure is all mine. Could be both of ours.

Mallus: What?

Delilah: 😚

My thief likes him. My thief likes him a lot.

[ac-gremlin]

he was a good boy

[uesp]

“Black-Briar Mead is just fine, if you need something to wash the dirt off a riding horse's hooves.”

--Sabjorn

[nocturnalswarehouse]

WIP Wednesday

thanks for the tag @thequeenofthewinter

I'm tagging @oblivions-dawn and @thewrathofquietminds :)

This section is in chapter 10 after Adi finished the Honnigbrew Quest.

“I trust you have good news for me.” Maven didn’t waste time. Adi hated to admit it, but she respected that. 

“Job’s finished,” she nodded. “Here’s the information you requested.”

Adi stood and waited for Maven to look over the letter, watching as her scowl deepened. “This doesn't tell me much. The only thing that could identify Sabjorn's partner is this odd little symbol.”

“I’ve seen that symbol before.” Adi deliberately left out the symbol was found at Goldenglow. The last thing she needed was the Nord woman to blow up and cause a scene - even though they were away from prying eyes. 

“Well, whoever this mysterious marking represents, they'll regret starting a war with me.” the thief was beginning to think Maven’s face had froze to a scowl a long time ago, her expression having remained unchanged through their entire interaction. “You should bring this information to the Thieves Guild immediately. There's also the matter of your payment. I believe you'll find this more than adequate for your services.”

“Thank you, Lady Maven,” Adi too the reward, and tucked it in her satchel. Just as she was about to leave, Maven stopped her. 

“One more thing before you’re dismissed.”

What was she? A servant?

“I remember you from one of Elenwen’s parties a few years ago,” she said, eyes narrowed. “I believe it was the one where a bunch of the Thalmor miraculously dropped dead while on guard. Etienne Rarnis was rescued. You had miraculously disappeared before that happened.”

“I had a job to do.” Adi shrugged. “I was only there for a contract.” 

“Hmm,” Maven considered the answer, not breaking eye contact. “There were rumours of the Dragonborn having been there, and there are rumours again of the Dragonborn living in Riften. Would you know anything about that by chance?”

“No, Lady Maven.” Adi didn’t dare look away from Maven as she spoke, no matter how much she wanted to. “I wouldn’t.”

[umbracirrus]

An update for The Perfect Storm, two hours before the end of 2023, featuring a twist on the Thieves Guild quest 'Dampened Spirits'.... Hehe.

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Fic rating: E (for future content)

Chapter description:

Elyse wants a day to relax away from the bustle of Whiterun, but the chaos decides to follow her to Honningbrew Meadery.

Chapter excerpt:

"This is where they are coming from?" Her question went unanswered, but even the silence was enough to provide an answer if the look across his face was anything to go by. "Right. I'll do what I can." Sabjorn muttered something which she could only hope was a 'thank you' under his breath as he turned around and began to make his way back towards the entry room. Lydia had her hand resting on her sword, ready to follow Elyse in, until she was put to a halt by a hand on her shoulder. "I'll be fine on my own," Elyse reassured, before stepping closer to her and leaning up on her toes just slightly so that she could whisper. "Something doesn't sit right about this situation. I'll handle the skeevers if you try to find out more about what has been happening around here. Ask questions, and keep an eye on Sabjorn… maybe that employee of his too, his behaviour seemed out of sorts." Though visibly hesitant, the housecarl nodded. "Be careful then. Shout if you need help."

[juniperberries-canisroot]

You can cast MageLight on people and now you have portable nightlights. Doesn't work on SweetRoll thou. Not sure if it's just CC pets, all pets or all creatures.

Also Sabjorn escaped, so there's that.

[the-hoarse-bard]

Sabjorn was in the middle of stalling the presentation as I walked in, and he asked as I walked over to the bar, "Oh, you're back. I take it our uh... Issue is resolved then?" I gave him a thumbs up, and he looked relieved before turning back to the guard captain, "Alright sir, we're ready to begin the tasting now." The captain grumbled, "About time. This better be worth the wait.

Sabjorn took a goblet off the counter and brought it to the tap under the bar, "Oh, I assure you it is sir. Our very finest." He handed over the filled cup and the guard captain drank it down. He grimaced when he was finished, "Augh, what... What's in this!?" Sabjorn's smile wavered, "Uh, is it not to your liking, then?" The captain turned green, then doubled over and vomited on the floor, "You.... You assured me this place was clean, Sabjorn. I'll... I'll see to it you remain in irons for the rest of your days." Sabjorn was shocked, "What!? No, there must be some mistake, surely!"

The captain staggered behind the bar and handcuffed Sabjorn as he continued to try and argue his innocence. As the captain passed by, still looking very ill, he pointed to Mallus, who I hadn't even noticed in the corner, "You. This place is your responsibility now. See that this mess gets cleaned up." Mallus bowed, "Certainly sir. I'm sure you won't be disappointed." The captain nodded, and hauled Sabjorn off, still in tears.

Mallus turned to me once we were alone, "I don't think that could have gone any better." I crossed my arms, "You could have warned me about the madman living under the brewery." Mallus scoffed, "Of course I could've, but that's why I couldn't pull this scheme off myself. Besides, you've done both me and Maven a favor getting rid of him, and that's sure to put you in her good books. Speaking of, you'll want the papers Sabjorn kept in his office. It's upstairs, in the meantime I'll see to cleaning up this mess down here." He gestured to the puddle of vomit the guard captain had left on the carpet.

I picked the lock to Sabjorn's office and found a suspicious receipt on his nightstand. It bore the same mark as the bill of sale from Goldenglow, and assured Sabjorn that he had nothing to fear from Maven any more. I pocketed the paper, along with a gilded mead jug from his closet and a bottle of mead from under his bed. Black-Briar mead, at that. Hilarious, even Sabjorn couldn't stand his own brew.

As I headed out of the building, I waved at Mallus as he mopped up the disgusting puddle. He just grumbled at me, and I headed off for the Bannered Mare. It's been a long night.

[maysoulrose]

The Thief and The Moon chapter 11

Skyrim fanfic Brynjolf x my dark elf oc

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“Now for the fun bit!” Allustria squees with excitement. Brynjolf smiled at her enthusiasm. They escaped the tunnels beneath the meadery and had found the brewing vats. Allustria jumps up the stairs to the top of the enormous containers, dancing to each one, and spilling the poison into them. She leaps from the second floor, grabbing onto a pipe to swing from and slow her fall, landing next to Brynjolf, who just watches her, mesmerized. She tosses the bottle behind her shoulder  and grabs his hands. 

“Let’s go watch the show~”

Allustria leads Brynjolf into the shop. She smiles at Mallus at the bar and waves at Sabjorn, who scowls at Brynjolf.

“Who’s this?”

“Oh, him? I thought he’d be a great addition for the payment of a job well done” She bats her eyes. “But if you’re not into threesomes, He can just watch~” Brynjolf turns to her, shocked. Sabjorn’s face is burning. He flicked his eyes at Mallus to see if he was paying attention, who was indeed, and had a hand over his mouth stifling a laugh. 

“Ahem..”  The Captain of the Guard cleared his throat from the corner of the room. Allustria leans forward to look past Brynjolf, who was still speechless. She waves at the Captain who ignores her. 

“Can we please just get this done.” He spoke, rolling his eyes.

“O-of course sir!” Sabjorn pours the man a fresh brew and waits. The captain takes a sip and immediately spits it out, spraying it all over Sabjorn’s face. 

“WHAT KIND OF SICK JOKE IS THIS? You told me you got rid of your rat problem!” The Captain spat all the remnants of the drink onto the ground. He grabbed the little man by the upper arm and led him to the door. “You’re coming with me. It’s obvious now that you’re not fit to run this place.” He wipes his mouth with his free hand and looks over to Mallus.  “You, you’re in charge here until I sort this thing out!” 

“Yes, sir.” Mallus gets out between hushed laughter.

“Wait, I— There’s been a misunderstanding!” Sabjorn pleaded.

“Shut up and get going!” 

Mallus burst into laughter as soon as the door was shut behind them. 

“That was even better than I could have possibly expected! And with your little remark of bedding him for payment?  Even better, HAH!” He continues with his laughter.

“Yeah,” Brynjolf grabs Allustria by the arm. “What was that about? Were you going to actually sleep with the man?!”

She lifts her chin and looks Brynjolf dead in the eyes. A smile spreads across her lips.

“Of course not~” she cocks her head to the side. “It was just obvious that he was a horny little bastard. Plus… he’s not my type~” Her tongue slides across her lips as she looks Brynjolf up and down. He swallowed a lump in his throat, trying to ignore the familiar throb pulsing in his pants. 

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After getting payment from Mallus, who also offered his services as a fence, they walked back to the city gates of Whiterun. Not much was said between them. Since the sun was setting, they decided it would be best to get a couple rooms at the Bannered Mare and head back to Riften in the morning.  Allustria checked on Shadowmere and then they passed through the gates once again. 

“We need to get some more inconspicuous clothing.” Allustria whispered when noticing one too many guards keeping an eye on them. 

“You can say that again. Let’s get a couple rooms first, then we can figure that out.”

“Agreed.”

They hurry through the streets and enter the tavern in the marketplace. It was just as bustling as it was before. Hulda greeted them, warmly, as she did everyone. 

“Got a couple of rooms to spare?” Allsutria leaned on the counter. Brynjolf followed her, resting his arm next to her while he scoured the patrons. 

“Afraid not. We’re quite busy tonight and only have the one available. Upstairs with the balcony.”

Brynjolf and Allustria exchange glances. They kind of shrug at each other.

“...We’ll take it.” The elf smiles, keeping her eyes on Brynjolf’s.

Hulda accepted their payment and called Saadia over, who showed them to their room.  It was incredibly private, being the only room on the second floor. Brynjolf looked all around and whistled with approval. When Saadia left them, they dumped their packs next to the bed. 

“I guess… I’ll get a bedroll and sleep on the floor. You take the bed.” Brynjolf started. “Looks like there’s a couple of extra blankets in the dresser that I can use—“

“Don’t be an idiot, it’s a double bed. We can share.” Allustria plopped down on the mattress. He looked a little nervous.

“What?”  Her eyebrow raises. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite… hard.” She teases him. 

He snorts, smiling a little, feeling unsure. 

“It’s fine, I’ll take the floor.” He persists. Allustria frowns, but decides to leave it for now. 

To Allustria’s surprise, Brynjolf begins undressing in front of her. Swiftly unbuckling his armor, slipping off the leather belts and gloves. She sits and watches him, wondering if he finally decided to make a move. He kept his eye on her, smirking, and pulled off all the upper half of his thieves guild armor, revealing his soft cotton shirt beneath.

“What? You said to get a change of clothes~” He remarked at her staring wide eyed at him. She blushed and averted her eyes. Brynjolf adored that reaction. He always felt a rush of pride when he was able to fluster her. 

Allustria got up and headed for the door.

“Where do you think you're going?” 

“Unlike you, I need to go get something else to wear. I’ll be back soon.” She haphazardly waved and disappeared out of sight. He smiled to himself and began folding up his discarded clothes, and did a little unpacking. Might as well get a little comfortable, since they’re not in a hurry to get home. 

After laying out some blankets on the floor for his bed, Brynjolf did his hotel room routine of checking every cabinet door and drawer, and pocketed anything worth his time. 

 His eyes trail to the double bed. He brushed his fingertips along the covers and couldn’t help but imagine sharing them with her. Alone together with party goers an earshot away. His cheeks began to burn and a knot formed in his stomach at the thought. A nervous, but excited thought. 

Thinking of waking up to her staring at him, morning sun shining through the gaps in the roof. Daring to explore his imagination a bit further and wondered what might take place during the night. Maybe she would steal a kiss from him and lead him to the bed for further exploration. 

Brynjolf closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander a moment before continuing his search for goodies hidden in the room. A couple of septims had fallen beneath the bed frame from previous attendees. After collecting them, he kept his head to the floor. Maybe a ruby had rolled beneath a cabinet as well. 

Once finished, he leaned against the balcony railing and watched the tavern’s patrons. The sun had set and people from all over were coming in for their time to relax and socialize. He found himself checking the door occasionally. Still no sign of Allustria. 

Brynjolf decided to go down and join the party while he waited for her return. Taking a seat at the bar, he sipped on a bottle of mead, and observed.  Women were flirting with the guards, old friends were catching up, and mercenaries were sprinkled amongst them. It was incredibly lively. Every seat was taken and there was barely room to walk around. A few of the lovely ladies had wandered his way to flirt with him. Asking where he was from, if he was with anyone. He looked them up and down and would smile, but not engage. 

Occasionally, Brynjolf would slip his fingers into loose pockets as the owners would drunkenly stumble by. Fetching some jewelry and other treasures. 

Suddenly a symphony of wolf whistles filled the room. Brynjolf stopped mid-sip when he saw Allustria coming towards him. 

She was adorned in jewels. A necklace delicately hung from her neck, bracelets at her wrists, rings on her fingers, and golden earrings framed either side of her cheeks. Half of her hair was tied up in a loose bun, held there by a single smooth stick. Bits of silky white hair hung around her face, draping across her shoulders and down her back. 

Her dress was as beautiful and sensual as the elf herself. It had off shoulder sleeves, a small amount of golden green fabric covering her chest, tucked into a corset that snuggly wrapped around her waist. The dress spilled out from the bottom, passing her knees, and barely brushing against the tops of her feet. There was a high slit in the skirt that showed off her long legs. A pair of golden yellow boots adorned her feet, and climbed her leg, settling just past her knees. 

Keeping her eyes on her goal, she completely ignored the mercenaries and guards that approached her, and walked straight to Brynjolf who was still at the bar. Without a stutter, she elegantly placed herself right on his lap, wrapping her hands around his neck. 

“Is this seat taken?” She asked. He laughed, eyes darting between hers. He downed the rest of his drink and wiped his mouth.

“It is now, Lass~” Wrapping his arms around her waist, trapping her. Her heart swelled at his firm grasp on her. She let out a tiny yelp and looked down at him with surprise. He kept his eyes on the crowd, but tightened his grip around her hips, knowing she felt a poke from beneath her.  She blushed and took note that he was a lively one…

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The night consisted of merriment and drinks all around, with which Allustria partook of, heavily. Brynjolf decided to keep it minimal with the booze, since she seemed to be extra enthusiastic about it. He thought that someone should keep a level head. Allustria would get up occasionally to go dance at the bard’s music and flirt with the men she noticed eyeing her up. Brynjolf kept watch on her, making sure she wasn’t sloshed enough to be taken advantage of. Normally he’d be jealous, watching her dance around another man. She'd fall in his lap and ruffle his hair before getting up to dance some more. But he noticed her often looking in his direction, as if checking to make sure he was watching her.  It eased his mind.

He oddly found himself enjoying it when she toyed with someone else. Every time he saw someone lingering their eyes on her, he felt the pain of arousal, just wanting her more. One of the onlookers got bold enough to caress his hand up her exposed thigh when she got close. Brynjolf was envious of what those fingertips were feeling. 

Allustria lowered her eyes to the culprit and smiled, but pushed him away with her toes, and gave him a naughty look.

She twirled around, hair swirling in every direction. She had taken her shoes off at some point and found a spot to dance near the fire, being the center of attention. Everyone watched, cheering and clapping to the upbeat tune. She tapped her toes, isolating her hips, moving them expertly, and fluidly maneuvered her wrists through the air. Keeping perfectly in time with the beat.

Bending this way and that, arching her back so she faced the beams, dancing her fingers in the light above her. Brynjolf didn’t know she was so flexible. She spun in place, hair whipping behind her, then stopped on her heel just as the song had ended.

The crowd cheered for her performance. Her chest raised and fell dramatically, showing how out of breath she was. Her skin glistened from a light sweat. A beautiful smile permanently stuck on her face. She blew kisses to the crowd and with a wobbly gait, she took her place next to Brynjolf. 

“I didn’t know you could dance so well,” he nudged. She accepted another drink and leaned her back against the bar.

“I have many talents~” She said with a slight slur in her voice. Perhaps having a few too many. 

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Time passed. Most of the crowd had dispersed. Hulda was leaning on her elbows, trying not to fall asleep, as she waited for the party goers to hit the hay or head to their homes. A couple drunkards were passed out, sprawled across the floor. Allustria was moments away from being one of them.

“I think it’s time we head to our room, Lass.” Brynjolf helped her to her feet, letting her lean her full weight on him. 

“Nhhhnnnnnnnnn” She mumbled, not helping in any shape or form.

“C’mon, Lass, work with me!” He ended up slinging her arms over his right shoulder and scooping her up, arms wrapped tightly just beneath her butt. He thanked Hulda for the hospitality and carried the elf up the stairs to their private room. 

He plopped her down on the bed and carefully lowered her onto her back. When trying to slip his arm out from under her, she quickly wrapped hers around his neck. He caught himself from almost falling right on top of her. His red hair, messy, and dangling in his face. She breathed deeply and opened her eyes to see him leaning over her. Smiling at the view. 

“Brynjooooolf.” She called, furrowing her eyebrows into a glare. “Why haven’t you kissed me yeeeeeeet?” 

His stomach filled with butterflies.  

“Don’t you like me?” Her lips formed an exaggerated frown.

“Of course I like you.” He replied, softly, and removed her hair stick from its entanglement. He brushed any loose strands away from her eyes and caressed her cheek. Her pout remained.

“Then kiss me…” She sighed, barely able to keep her eyes open. 

“Sorry, Lass… but not when you’re this drunk.” He laughs. “I’m not sure if that’s the booze talking and I don’t want to be wrong.”

“Hmmmnnn….” Her grip loosened around his neck and she let her arms go limp. Brynjolf’s eyes fell to the necklace draped across her collar bones. The top of her dress was tight and looked as though she could spill out of it with any sudden movement. By the Gods he wanted to do as she asked and more. 

“Did you like my show?” She whispered. Eyelids lowering.  “It was all for you…” she cooed.

Never had the butterflies residing in Brynjolf's stomach been so excited. He thought about caving in. Letting his arms give way and meeting her soft lips with his. But not yet. He wanted to be sure of her feelings. 

“I loved it.” He answered, lowering himself ever so slightly. A smile appeared across her lips. He let his fingertips trail down the side of her corset. Fingering the straps, considering loosening them…. So she could sleep more comfortably, of course. 

“Good~” She whispered, finally letting her eyes stay shut. He leaned in a little more and took in a deep breath, letting her scent intoxicate him.  She began to hum softly. Brynjolf's heart beat faster as he dared to inch closer.  The tips of their noses were inches from each other. Tilting his head to the side, he aimed for his goal, but stopped when he noticed her humming turned into soft snores as she fell asleep. 

He sighed, but smiled to himself. He let his shoulders relax and shook his head, shaking off the lust.  He decided that it would be alright to loosen the corset's laces after all. Unraveling the knot and tugging them loose. 

“Goodnight, Lass.” Brynjolf leaned forward and pressed his lips against her forehead instead. He sat up and took another look at her.  “You have no idea how much I want you.” pausing for a moment, he lifts her hand and kisses her delicate fingers. Lingering them to his lips.

Brynjolf reluctantly pulled himself away and bent down, picking up one of his blankets. He unraveled it and laid it on top of her. Then he kicked his shoes off and plopped his rump on his bedroll. He looked up to the rafters and let out a deep sigh, wondering if there was something wrong with him. He laid back, but his mind went on. 

She was just drunk. She’s always a complete flirt. What’s the difference between him and every other male she rests her eyes upon? His heart sank at those thoughts. 

‘Does she actually have feelings for me? Or was it just the booze.’ He debated on that thought for a good while. 

Turning onto his side with his hands tucked under his cheek, he looked over to her. All he could see were the soles of her feet dangling off the side of the bed. However she feels, he’s just glad she’s chosen to spend so much time with him.  

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[otvlanga]

Honningbrew mead or BlackBriar mead? (And yes I do want to start a fight between y’all)

What an silly question. Honningbrew all the way. Honningbrew has a warm, rich, wholesome flavor that makes you feel at home. You would introduce Honningbrew mead to your mother at the family Christmas party. Honningbrew mead would invite you into their house on a cold night and make you feel at home with a warm blanket and a kiss on the forehead.  Honningbrew has been there for me since day 1. Sabjorn himself was there for my birth. 

Blackbriar on the other hand, is the bitchy second cousin of Honningbrew. Blackbriar mead tastes like it was brewed in the Bee and Barb toilet bowl. It’s bitter, bland, and leaves an aftertaste in your mouth suspiciously similar to expired chicken broth and goat urine. Blackbriar mead would call your mother a skank in the backyard at the family Christmas party. Blackbriar mead would make a scene of themselves giving a beggar money, and then take it back and spit on them afterwards when everyone’s back is turned. Maven Blackbriar herself stole my carriage parking spot in the Belethor’s General Goods parking lot. Fuck Blackbriar mead.