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With the guild being in a tight spot for coin, Vekel had the splendid idea for the Ragged Flagon to host themed evenings to bring in customers through the Ratway. Not everyone is as happy about it as others.

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This playthrough is basically a Skyrim vacation... traveling, sightseeing, taking pictures.

#nathalya & co.#skyrim #modded skyrim on xbox #skyrim screenshots #my screenshots #thrynn

Best Thieves Guild NPC Tournament: Round 1

Syndus vs Karliah vs Thrynn

Syndus

Karliah

Thrynn

Voting ended onAug 3, 2025

A three-option poll to end the round! You know the drill- only one moves on. Looking at the options, I suspect I know which one it will be, but the poll's not over til it's over!

Syndus is a fletcher who sets up shop in the Ragged Flagon after you've completed one special job. Like all the other special job merchants, he has a total of four unique lines of dialogue. Karliah is one of the questline's major players; a Nightingale, she's been on the run from the guild for 25 years, ever since Mercer killed her lover and framed her for it. Her revenge plot for that is what kicks off the entire rest of the questline. She's also got a unique voice type and unique purple eyes, the latter on account of her being Queen Barenziah's granddaughter! Thrynn is a former bandit, now a guild member. He's actually one of the very few friendly NPCs to use the MaleBandit voice type.

#best thieves guild npc tournament #round 1 #syndus #karliah #thrynn

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

#icon rpg #ttrpg art #thrynn #trogg #digital art #my art

Work In Progress Wednesday

One of these days I will get this wip in good enough shape to start posting to ao3. Until then, I'll keep plugging away and posting excerpts, in the hope people will bully me into finishing it. This will be eventual Mercer Frey/OC but for now, here's some Cynric Endell in a Situation.

There was no day or night in Cidhna Mine, just the light of the fire-pits and torches and the individual routines of the inmates. They ate when food was made available, and they worked until exhaustion took them. Prisoners within a faction they could rely on would cluster together for protection while they slept. Lone wolves tended to gather around the fire in the central chamber.

Cynric sat near that fire, gazing into the flames as his client snored softly beside him. The rhythmic clanging of metal against stone could still be heard deeper in the mine, where prisoners continued to toil while others slept. That monotonous tattoo was punctuated by the odd scream or cry of dismay. Whether those outbursts were a result of nightmares or an argument turned violent, Cynric couldn't say. He was sure of only one thing. This place was hell, and he needed to get out.

Thrynn would be making his way to the rendezvous point by now, a rendezvous Cynric knew for certain he wouldn't make on time. Cynric had no concerns about his partner's ability to survive in the wild. He did worry about his ability to be patient and just wait a little longer at the location they agreed on. He was reasonably sure that Thrynn wouldn't be stupid enough to attempt storming the mine to liberate him but then again, Thrynn had a talent for solving problems at the edge a blade.