I, Kisvar, the only known Dragonborn, have defeated Alduin in Sovngarde. I joined the side of the Stormcloaks in the Civil War, and the Empire is subdued once and for all. Skyrim is at peace, and I am renowned across the Nine Holds. You might think my life has slowed down some now, right? That I'm taking a well-earned break from adventuring? .... No. I make my living as an adventurer, and in secret, as the Guildmaster of the Thieves Guild. I thrive on adventure and attention. You wouldn't take a break from breathing, would you? Didn't think so. Now I'm starting on a new quest, one that started with two strangely-dressed men and an order to kill me from some person named Miraak....

*A tale set in the world of Skyrim* *The first in the Arch-Mage Trilogy* The Dragonborn has disappeared. Alduin has yet to be destroyed. Rowlen Mabierre, a Breton, joins the College of Winterhold in the hopes of becoming powerful enough to do what the Dragonborn did not. However, his ultimate goal is tossed aside when he and his classmate discover something hidden deep within Mzulft. Meanwhile, the Arch-Mage of the College embarks on a journey across Skyrim.... Disclaimer: I do not own any of the media images used in this story. The plotline and characters mentioned in this story belong to the author. The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim is a copyright of Bethesda Game Studios. Mature content: Profanity and violence, sexual themes. Reader discretion advised.

{Reader Insert: Reader x Brynjolf} {Sequel: Hell of a Life (Being re-written)} You hear the gossip of the Thieves Guild, and are curious as to why it has recieved such word. Just before you make yourself run through the Ratways, you stop at Honeyside -- your home for years. When a red headed man stops you, you soon realize he is from the infamous Thieves Guild. He, alone, gives you quite the time to remember -- with a little romantic twist on the side. [DISCLAIMER INSIDE]