A/N: I have always wanted to write a Skyrim story and I don't think there are enough stories about everyone's favorite thief ;) This is a Dragonborn/Brynjolf story. Rynn is a new character I came up with and I really enjoy her. She is a big flirt who dabbles in being a thief herself. She is a lot of fun to write and I hope you guys enjoy her as much as I do. Please let me know what you think about it! I just LOVE reviews ;) Enjoy!
Chapter 1
When Rynn and Lydia walked into Riften they thought it would be just another town like all the others. Little did they know that they would both be in for the adventure of a lifetime. Rynn thought that joining the Companions and becoming the Thane of Whiterun was adventure enough. Rynn didn't want to become a Thane but, it just kind of fell in her lap when she entered Whiterun for the first time. As of late her whole life had been turned upside down and today was different.
Rynn found a man who told her that the unusual gem that she found could be appraised by a woman named Vex who was apart of the Thieves Guild. Rynn had encountered the Thieves Guild before in her adventures in Marrowind when she was younger. She was no stranger to how thieves worked. He told her that if she wanted to know more she would have to seek out a man named, Brynjolf, in the Market place. Since it was starting to get dark out they decided they would seek out this Brynjolf in the morning.
Rynn looked over to Lydia and said,"Lets go grab a drink, my dear friend."
Lydia just rolled her eyes. She knew what that meant. Lydia knew Rynn well enough now that going to the Inn to get a drink meant that Rynn was going to lift a few coin purses. Rynn was a master of persuasion and a very alluring woman. She had a curvy body that would tempt any priest. She was a truly beautiful Nord woman. She had long fire red hair, that parted to the side. Most of it hung down in her face. Her beautiful sapphire eyes peaked through her hair. It was no wonder that almost every man in Jorrvaskr was smitten with her, especially Farkas.
The Bee and Barb was busy tonight. They took a seat at a small table in the corner as Lydia went to get them some mead. Rynn scanned the room for her next target. There was one person in particular who caught her eye. He sat by himself with his hood up over his head with what looked like a sparkle in his eyes. He was a handsome man for looking older than she. Lydia came to stand right in front of her as she placed the flagons of mead on the table. After thanking her friend for the drinks she noticed that the man was gone. She scanned the room but he was no where to be seen.
The night wore on and the two women were now joined by two local men. Lydia watched out of the corner of her eye as Rynn leaned over the man showing him her assists, distracting him while she snatched his coin purse and picked his pocket. Rynn gave Lydia a wink and rose from the table. She went to the bar and rented two rooms for the night. After another bottle of mead, Rynn excused themselves from the gentlemen they were in the company of and took Lydia up to her room. Lydia couldn't handle her ale like Rynn could. She removed most of her armor for her so that she would be more comfortable.
With Lydia passed out hard, Rynn thought that she would go outside and get some air. She left the inn and walked around the vacant market place enjoying the crisp night air. Her favorite thing to do was to walk around under the night sky, it was relaxing to her. She made her way around the back path of the city and found a lonely statue of Talos. She stood in front of it and admired the Luna Moths that were flying about. One landed on her finger and she lifted it into the air so that it could fly away again.
"That was very impressive, Lass."
Rynn jumped at the sound of a man's voice. She turned around and saw a tall Nord man emerge from the shadows by a small graveyard. She tried to catch her breath as she didn't want the stranger to see that she had a rush of fear coursing through her body.
"Oh hello there."
He stalked closer to her and she noticed that it was the same man she saw from the Inn.
"I think that poor lad truly had no idea what you were up to lass."
Rynn smirked at him and said, "I have no idea what your talking about kind sir."
"Oh I think ya do, Lass. I must say you are impressive and if you are interested I might have a spot open for you in my organization."
"Oh really? And what organization would that be?"
"I think you have an idea. Meet me at the Ragged Flagon. If you can manage to get there I will tell you more."
"Can you at least tell me your name?"
"The name's Brynjolf. And what would your name be lass?"
"Well it's not lass I can assure you of that. It's Rynn"
"A pleasure to meet you my dear"
With that he turned around and left. Rynn was left all alone in the night air. She smirked to herself, there was something about thieves that she loved admired. Maybe, it was the adventure or, the fact that they had the freedom to go anywhere, do anything they wanted. Rynn wanted that kind of freedom deep down inside. She didn't like being tied down or told what to do. Her father used to tell her she was as untamed as fire itself. She didn't think about her father a lot, and only because every time she did, it made her sad. She really missed him sometimes.
Rynn walked back to the Inn and walked upstairs to her room. She shed her armor and pulled her hair up into a high bun. She lay awake for awhile thinking about what Brynjolf had said and what she would do about it in the morning. She thought about what the Grey Beards told her about being a Dragonborn. She shrugged all of those thoughts off and finally drifted off to sleep.
