Rajjah's Revenge

Rajjah's Revenge

Chapter 1

The war that had enveloped Skyrim was over. The Nords had been defeated by the Imperial Legion. Skyrim belonged to the Empire. With this outcome, many Jarls were forced to step down. In Riften, Maven Black-Briar and her sister, Loriem Black-Briar, were now in charge. The Thieves Guild had become more and more routy ever since the war had ended, however; this only benefited the Black-Briars due to the pact they had made over the years. The Black-Briar family had always had complete control over Riften and nothing was about to change.

It was Loriem's day to patrol the streets while her sister took the throne in Mistveil Keep. These duties were switched every day. Loriem was walking through Riften with two of the Keep Guards behind her. She observed beggars sitting in the middle of town, merchants trying to distribute their goods, and every now and then, she would see a thieve lurking around. On this particular day, there was an unusual ruckus coming from The Bee and Barb Inn. Loriem walked to the door and turned around before entering. She pointed to the ground and raised an eyebrow at the guards. They walked to either side of the door, turned to face the city and stood their ground. Loriem opened the doors of the Inn and entered alone. Keerava and Talen-Jei were nowhere to be found. There were mercenaries, drunks and civilians throwing punches, splashing mead and yelling!

"That is enough!" Loriem shouted. The bar suddenly went quiet. Everyone had stopped what they were doing and were staring at her. She walked in the middle of the room and stood by a table. At this table, a civilian was drinking his mead in peace. He was not disturbing anyone, nor was he engaged in any of the brawls. She looked down at him and looked around at everyone else, trying to find Keerava and Talen-Jei.
"Alright, everyone who has paid your septims to the Innkeep get out." She said forcefully. Everyone slowly started walking towards the door. They all were mumbling curse words and gibberish under their breath as they left the Inn. Loriem turned to look at the man who had been politely minding his own business. She leaned down and placed her hands on his table. He kept his head down and didn't look up at all. He seemed to not even notice she was there. As she began to speak she heard footsteps coming from upstairs. She straightened herself back up and crossed her arms, waiting for the person to come down the stairs.

Keerava and Talen-Jei had been having an argument. They had begun to fight when they decided they should probably take it upstairs, away from the customers. Keerava was tending the bar when Marcurio, a regular, had asked if she heard any rumors lately. She began to speak of a rumor that Talen-Jei had told her today about a young boy in Windhelm but as she opened her mouth she looked up to see her husband glaring at her. He been sweeping but now he was just holding the broom.

"Can I have a word my dear?" He asked. He waited for her to walk around the bar and he followed her up the stairs. They were only up there for a few minutes when chaos unfolded. A drunken man by the name of Vulwulf was walking around with his mead and splashed it on a woman named Mjoll. Her partner, Aerin, was sitting next to her. He jumped up and pinned Vulwulf to the wall and began to shout in his face. Mjoll tried to calm her husband down and when she pulled him off of Vulwulf, Vulwulf swung as hard as he could and decked Aerin across the face. Aerin jumped up from the floor and tackled Vulwulf. This was the beginning of the brawl that Loriem walked in on.