Have I mentioned that I also just adore Wylandriah? Repulsive and morally unsettling? My girl goes for the fucking throat.
Also you cannot tell me that if her or Maul made the case that Hemming's behavior was keeping Maven's business from getting done in a timely fashion that Maven wouldn't be all for Hemming getting his ass "lightly" handed to him.
Ondolemar: *opens the door letting Marigold into his room to get changed after Razelan ‘spilled his drink’ over his robes* I should have something your size in my wardrobe. Are you okay?
Marigold: *looks back at him and smiles as he continues wiping the brandy out of the fabric* I’m fine I’m just sorry to have caused a scene in front of everyone.
Ondolemar: *scoffs* it wasn’t your fault Marie, that drunken oaf barged into you like a wild boar. *fixes his robes* I’ll return to the party, are you sure you’ll be okay on your own?
Marigold: *nods* yes uncle, I remember the way back to the hall.
Ondolemar: *still getting used to his god sons more familiar title for him* I- *clears his throat* very well. Master Rulindil is downstairs in case you need directions or assistance. *closes the door and walks off*
Marigold: *swans over to the closet, about to change before getting an idea* …Hm~ *unbuttons it and let’s his hair out of the strict braid a little before ‘drunkenly stumbling’ downstairs and into Rulindil’s office*
*a few hours later*
Ondolemar: *sighs walking back into the high rank quarters after sending marigold back to solitude following the party* gods that could have gone so much worse. I hope he’s alrigh-
Rulindil: *from the dungeon* Ondolemar?! Is that you?! Help!!!
Ondolemar: *skids down the stairs to find the other high elf tied to the rack only in his underwear and covered in hickeys* WHAT HAPPENED!!?
Rulindil: YOUR HARLOT OF A NEPHEW!
*meanwhile*
Marigold: *in the carriage, fixing his hair as he shoves the dossiers into his bag*
Maven: *seated across from him* …guild master please tell me you didn’t.
Marigold: My lips can be persuasive in other ways~
A Review of my time in Skyrim's Prisons (Featuring some followers): Riften Jail
Part 5 of my Skyrim Prison Review series. This chapter finally breaks the "every interior looks the damn same" chain by looking at Riften, Skyrim's capital of corruption, inequality and... fishing. I think that last one might be important.
Since my last review the inner circle has grown a few notches. Joining me this time is Dunmer heartthrob Teldryn Sero, Whiterun's finest donkey Lydia, Jordan the peak Riekling specimen and the returning Inigo and Sofia. Actually getting arrested and put into the cell here proved surprisingly difficult. We first tried punching one of the homeless people on the streets unprompted but nobody batted an eye when we did. Then I tried stealing food from a nearby cart but again, nothing. So for the third attempt I thought of a real humdinger. I went into the orphanage and suplexed the old lady running it so hard that her spine broke and she died instantly. The children in the orphanage were naturally very happy and- wait, happy!? I was shocked to find them all celebrating her death! I mean she was called Grelod the Kind for Diagna's sake! I swear, kids these days are so ungrateful! Nobody even called the guards! I murdered an innocent old lady without consequence and I have no idea why. In the end we had to literally beat a guard to death to finally get in enough trouble to warrant an arrest. So much hassle, and for what? Well let's see...
Riften's cell is oddly nice, with a full bed provided in each cell as well as a desk, lighting setup and chairs (no rug though, unfortunately). It was also quite cramped inside the cell with all us inside of it due to the relatively small floor size. Had we all not decided to investigate as a group this would've likely been far more adequate of a cell. There are even multiple other cells in this jail, so it's clearly built for capacity (Maven has a lot of enemies it would seem).
Attached to the back wall was a pull ring. The ring in question somewhat blended in with the dark colouration of the walls and pulling on it opened a secret entrance and revealed a secret tunnel behind the prison walls. The actual outline for the secret entrance was quite clearly visible so identifying it as a possible escape route was easy. Normally in this situation I'd leap at the opportunity to criticise the laziness of the guards in not being able to identify the obvious avenue for escape, likely by making some joke about them being more blind than a Falmer or the like, but given the very obvious and deep-rooted corruption in Riften hold (which on fear of my life I know nothing about), it's more likely the guards know about it but are paid to turn a falmer's eye. This isn't as bad as the guards being incompetent at their jobs. It's worse. It shows just how tarnished the internal systems of this city are and is beyond shameful.
Further down the path we were greeted by... a bathing spot? Excess water flow point? Fishing training spot? Given the large Riften fishing scene I'm inclined to assume it's the latter (See? Told you the fishing would be important!). Unfortunately when we arrived there were no fish in the water or indeed fishers-in-training doing their practice reels. Perhaps they were taking the day off?
The path continued downward to eventually lead to a sewer grate (very original, Riften. Veeeeerrrry original). We sent Jordan ahead first to ensure the path ahead wasn't too mucky and/or filled with waste. He (She? It?) was hesitant at first but a quick reminder of her (His? Its?) position in our tribe proved convincing enough to put its (I'm going with its) mind at ease.
We were dropped out of the grate into the depths of Lake Honrich. Hardly the most glamourous escape but it sufficed. Inigo wasn't particularly happy getting his fur so wet but the damage had already been dealt. We took this opportunity to return to the jail normally using guard armour and a few brilliant false moustaches as disguises to look at the space outside the cells.
As previously mentioned, there are a lot of cells in this jail, significantly more than most and the building is well-designed to accommodate these large cells. Though if the rather pompous-looking man in the top left corner is any indication some of the more well-off prisoners can quite easily obtain certain luxuries for their cell. It's also worth noting that (while not pictured above because I forgot to take a visual illustration of it at the time) the prisoner belonging chest is in a wholly separate room in the jail, multiple rooms apart from where the cells are located so no optimistic burglar is picking their cell lock, breaking into the belongings chest and retrieving their beloved Nightingale Boots easily, that's for sure!
Overall... wow. This jail is something else. Much like Riften itself it's simultaneously a brilliant location that operates highly efficently or the biggest sack of Chaurus droppings I've ever encountered. Much of it's defining strengths only exist due to deep seated corruption and the influence of one particularly angry middle-aged woman making them so (which again, I reiterate, I know *nothing* about). As such I can't in good faith call Riften Jail an adequate prison.
Final score: Three Nightingale Boots out of Ten Nightingale Boots
Thank you for reading this review. Next time we go slightly more formal and investigate Imperial HQ, Solitude and the Castle Dour Dungeons
Summary: Brynjolf is certain that the only way the Thieves Guild will return to its glory days is by bringing in new, talented members. Unfortunately, Mercer doesn't agree, and it's not like Brynjolf's latest attempts at recruiting have gone well. But when he meets a stranger in the marketplace one morning, he's willing to take the risk and bring her on board....only time will tell if his gamble pays off.
Content: Brynjolf POV, Thieves Guild quest spoilers, game typical violence
here pictured in order. this is a joke poll, picked off all the characters I could remember who are faction leaders (plus maven). if I forgot one no I didnt. who will be the final, biggest girlboss of them all.
Hrongar may be Balgruuf's older brother but he had no interest in being Jarl of Whiterun
He wanted to explore the world and so he turned to mercenary work
He never would've expected taking a job from Maven Black-Briar would end with him in her bed
Nine months later Hrongar retired from being a mercenary and protects his brother who is now Jarl of Whiterun
He found out he was a father from his old friend Christophe Bartlet from his mercenary days
Christophe had stolen the baby from Maven after a "disagreement"
Hrongar knew the baby was his when he looked into her eyes
Hrongar named the girl Lydia
Christophe had a plan to kill Maven and wanted to ask Hrongar for help but Hrongar refused he knew it was foolish to attempt to kill the most powerful woman in Skyrim and now that he knows he's a father he doesn't wanna put his life on the line he doesn't want Lydia to grow up without a father
Christophe waited two weeks and then sent Maven a letter of apology to her hoping to lure her out
Maven however had no intention of giving Christophe a second chance and sent Maul in her place
Later that night the city guard found Christophe's body mangled beyond recognition and when Hrongar heard the news he already knew who was responsible for his old friend's death