Femke, a Nordic-Bosmeri woman, has come to Riften to start over. She thought she was ready for adventuring in the big, wide world outside of her meager home in the mining colony of Dawnstar. She couldn't have been more wrong. After several mishaps and roadblocks, she stumbles to Riften, footsore, hungry, and with no money to her name, in hopes of finding some good, honest work. But no one seems to trust her because she has elven blood. Turned away and alone, she is found by two members of a mysterious organization operating within Riften. One, a Nordic man called Brynjolf, takes pity on the poor human-elf and offers her a job, and if she does well, a spot within the "Guild," as he puts it. NOTE: If I owned Skyrim, I would have no need for writing fanfictions just for the heck of it. I only own Femke and my original dialogue. Everything else is credited to Bethesda Game Studios.

Ah, Bethesda. What a great company, no? From Elder Scrolls' Skyrim to the Commonwealth of Fallout 4, here is a joke book compiled of jokes that only the true players would understand. Please enjoy!

Brynjolf x Dragonborn story. Brynjolf is the Thieves Guilds master thief, and second in command. He is in charge of the new recruits. One bright sunny day, a stranger walks into Riften, and to the market place. She immediately catches the mans attention, and maybe this mysterious girl would be the perfect thief. But under her bubbly shell, young Fae has a secret nobody would forget.I do not own Skyrim, only the plot. This is originally on Quotev, however I decided to put it on here too.

This book is mainly going to be my thoughts of Skyrim, on characters, landscapes, quests and just general life in Skyrim. I've played over 400 hours of Skyrim, and have discovered some dark things. So I'm deciding to share them with you. There will be spoilers, I have warned you. Talos be with you.