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Re: Any - Avenging the Dragonborn/etc. "Mostly Dead" (4c/?) F!DB/Others
Date: 2014-08-28 01:53 pm (UTC)Etienne swallowed as he looked up at the mead hall of legend. “I owe it to your wife, Bryn. She saved me from the Thalmor.” He squared his thin shoulders, trying to look more imposing. “This is the least I can do.”
Brynjolf nodded tersely and pushed open the doors, not surprised that there was a fight going on at the center of the hall. He still remembered the first time Katrin brought him to the mead hall—that had been shortly after their wedding and she’d needed to see Balgruff about something to do with one of the Guild’s thieves residing in the keep’s dungeons. So far as he could tell, nothing had changed. The long tables still framed the open area at the center and warriors still lounged on benches or in chairs around the hall.
“Brynjolf! What brings you to Whiterun, old man?” called a dark-haired Nord in greeting, clapping the red-haired thief on the shoulder.
“Farkas, it is good to see you. Is your brother about? I need to speak with you both.”
Farkas nodded, offering a lopsided grin. “Aye, he’s testing new recruits in the yard. Come, let us watch the show.” He loped off towards the double doors on the other side of the hall, shoving them open and stepping out onto the terrace. “Brother!”
Vilkas looked up at his twin, his expression pensive. “Farkas, what is the matter?”
Farkas nodded towards Brynjolf, ignoring the curious glances sliding their way from Companion and prospect alike. “Kat’s mate is here with one of their pups,” he grinned, taking another gulp of his mead. “Says he needs to speak with both of us.”
Vilkas’s brow creased as his mouth turned down in a deepening frown. “Hmmm. Njadja, take over.” He motioned Brynjolf, Etienne and Farkas to follow him as they headed up the cut-stone staircase towards the Skyforge. They were ensured privacy there—moreso than they might find in Jorvaskrr. Nodding to Eorlund Grey-Mane, he turned to face Brynjolf and Etienne, Farkas coming to stand at his side. “Now, what has happened?”
Brynjolf swallowed against the thickness in his throat, staring down at the stone floor of the SkyForge for a moment. He still remembered the talk that the brothers had given him on learning that he was bedding their Harbinger. It had involved something about a shovel and an unmarked grave, if he recalled correctly. “Katrin was taken by the Thalmor. Tortured. Nearly killed. We’re on our way to bring her back to Riften.”
Eorlund had set down his hammer at the forge, his face darkening with rage as he listened. He was not a Companion but he had given Wutherad to the girl himself. His corded body vibrated with anger and his voice, gruff as always, was deadly quiet. “What do you need from us?”
Brynjolf met the blacksmith’s gaze, seeing a past loss in the eyes of Whiterun’s most famous blacksmith, one near as keen as his own. He remembered Kat telling him a tale about rescuing a Gray-Mane from the Thalmor…the blacksmith’s son? It explained a lot, he decided as he gathered himself to continue. “I needed to tell you. So you could protect yourselves. We…don’t know if they’re targeting anyone associated with Katrin or if she was the only target.”
Farkas glanced at his brother, both men’s expressions grim. “We’ll send some of our people as escort to fetch Kat. Meanwhile I’ll go to Riften—help protect the whelps.”
Re: Any - Avenging the Dragonborn/etc. "Mostly Dead" (4d/?) F!DB/Others
Date: 2014-08-28 01:55 pm (UTC)Vilkas nodded, his pale eyes steely. “Agreed.” He stepped closer to Brynjolf, his hand closing on the thief’s forearm as he met the redhead’s gaze. “You are our brother by marriage, Brynjolf. We protect our own. And the Thalmor should not have crossed the Companions. It will be a mistake they regret.”
Farkas allowed a feral grin to shadow his lips. “One they won’t regret for long, I imagine,” he purred, already starting down the stone staircase. “The dead don’t have many regrets.”
Brynjolf allowed a shuddering breath to escape as he nodded to Eorlund and Vilkas, already turning to follow Farkas down the stairs. He still had a Jarl to speak with.
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Irileth frowned as the doors to Dragonsreach were pushed open, a familiar red-haired thief approaching. Ordinarily Brynjolf only appeared at the Jarl’s palace in the company of Thane Katrin, but this day he was alone. Odd and intriguing. The Dunmer felt a worry begin to burrow into her brain as she glanced at Jarl Balgruff, noting that the Nord had risen from his throne, blue eyes narrowed. Falling in step beside the blonde-haired Nord, she approached Brynjolf.
“Master Brynjolf, welcome back to Whiterun and Dragonsreach. Is your wife on her way?” asked the Jarl, his blue eyes assessing. The Jarl frowned, watching the younger Nord before him. “Something has happened.”
Irileth glanced between Balgruff and Brynjolf, watching as her Jarl read the face of the thief. “Shall I alert the guard, my Jarl?” she asked quietly, a hand resting on the pommel of her sword.
Balgruff nodded slightly, his expression stony. “Come, Master Brynjolf. We shall go to the Great Porch.” He turned on his booted heel, leading the way as he started towards one of the two staircases leading from the throne room. Pausing, he glanced towards his wizard’s alcove, catching Farengar’s questioning gaze. “Farengar! With us,” he growled.
Brynjolf and Etienne followed the Jarl and the court wizard up the steps and out onto the Great Porch, finding the Jarl’s brother Hrongar and the Jarl’s adviser Proventus Avenicci in deep conversation, their words dying as the Jarl and his entourage neared.
“Now, Master Brynjolf. Tell me what has happened.”
Bynjolf glanced at the assorted men standing about, wondering at what Katrin would think of telling them of the events of the past weeks. Deciding that this was not the time to mince words, he nodded. “Thane Katrin and her housecarl Lydia were kidnapped by the Thalmor while near Solitude. Lydia was murdered and Katrin was…” He swallowed, staring down at the ground.
“Is she alive?” asked Farengar, stepping closer. The Nord wizard had tutored the Breton in the finer points of healing magicks once upon a time.
Brynjolf shut his eyes, breathing through his nose as he forced the lump from his throat. “Last I was told, yes. The Companions are coming with me and my men to get her. Since she is Thane to you, Jarl Balgruff, I needed to inform you. In case they are attacking her allies as well.”
Balgruff nodded, staring out across the valley from his perch against the balustrade. “I see. We will see to Lydia’s funeral here, Master Brynjolf. Her husband will have to be told,” he added, rubbing his forehead. “I will see to it personally.” He glanced at Brynjolf, already feeling a familiar pounding behind his left eye. “You are certain it was the Thalmor?”
Brynjolf nodded, noting that Irileth had returned, her body language tightening at the mention of the Thalmor. He remembered Katrin mentioning that Irileth and Brynjolf had fought together in the Great War…they’d likely seen the Thalmor atrocities firsthand. “Yes. And, thank you. I was dreading telling Argis…”
Balgruff nodded again. Informing the husband of one of his oldest friend’s of his wife’s death wasn’t something he was looking forward to. “You have other things to worry about, Master Brynjolf. Do you need a company of guards? Are the children here?”
Re: Any - Avenging the Dragonborn/etc. "Mostly Dead" (4e/?) F!DB/Others
Date: 2014-08-28 01:56 pm (UTC)Irileth nodded, settling into an easy rest beside Balgruff. “My Jarl, the city is as ready as it can be.”
Balgruff nodded, meeting Brynjolf’s green gaze. “If you need anything, my friend. Katrin is a true friend of this city.” He stopped, watching the thief. No more words needed to be said. He turned to Proventus. “Proventus, fetch the good parchment. We must send word to the other Jarls.” Glancing at Brynjolf he shrugged. “She serves as thane to the other Jarls as well. You needn’t spend your time traveling the length and breadth of Skyrim telling them—we all owe her a debt. You go to her.”
Brynjolf took a shaking breath and nodded. “Thank you, Jarl Balgruff. With your permission, I’ll leave to get my men ready to leave.”
Balgruff nodded. He watched the red-haired thief turn and stride out, his companion in tow. Glancing to the side, he met Irileth’s gaze. “You were right.”
Irileth frowned. “If it is any consolation, my Jarl, I wish I had not been.”
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Re: Any - Avenging the Dragonborn/etc. "Mostly Dead" (4e/?) F!DB/Others
Date: 2014-08-28 01:59 pm (UTC)Re: Any - Avenging the Dragonborn/etc. "Mostly Dead" Story Tags F!DB/Others
Date: 2014-08-28 09:57 pm (UTC)Summary: Katrin and her housecarl Lydia are kidnapped and tortured by the Thalmor after the Civil War. In the aftermath, the various organizations that lay claim to the Dragonborn exact revenge. Trigger warnings for rape, torture, and character death. Established relationship with Brynjolf.
Pairing: F!DB/Brynjolf
Tags:
char:Brynjolf
char:Katrin
char:F!PC
kink:Dark Brotherhood
kink:Companions
kink:Thieves' Guild
kink:anger
kink:revenge
kink:angst
kink:character death
relationship:gen
relationship:het
RE: Re: Any - Avenging the Dragonborn/etc. "Mostly Dead" Story Tags F!DB/Others
Date: 2017-12-04 11:50 pm (UTC)