Do You Even Grift?

By Nikki Flynn and Edwin Dantes

Follow Rythis Windfall, a thief who journeys across Ullord stealing to support himself. Several adventures happen during his travels including fleeing for a crime of which he is innocent, living as a privateer and joining an adventuring party who become his found family.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nikki Flynn
• Release date: May 4, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215642917

Nikki Flynn

Nikki Flynn is an author who predominantly writes in the fantasy genre. She has written Chronicles of Fhaerythe (ongoing) and the Grim series (ongoing); Flynn co-authored Anthologies of Ullord (ongoing). Her writing includes novella through novel-length works and audio fiction episode scripts.Flynn has been writing most of her life. She wanted to share her ideas and worlds with others. After continuously writing and learning she took creative writing courses in college to sharpen her storytelling skills. Flynn has a master’s degree in criminal behavior and has added various fiction works to her author bookshelf since. Flynn incorporates her background in psychology and human behavior into her character writing.

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Anthologies of Ullord: Do You Even Grift?

Published by Nikki Flynn & Edwin Dantes at Smashwords

Copyright 2016-23 Nikki Flynn via Phantasmal Bard Studios

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Chapter 1

Rythis was tall. He stood over six feet, and he was burly, despite having the general appearance of a high elf. Genetics gifted him the red eyes of his swamp elf father, but the rest of his features down to his dirty blond hair were all from his mother. The only thing the thief could never explain is why his footfalls made no sound. It helped him with his craft, but he was born with whatever magic it was to the best he could tell.

Wearing a bandana around his medium-length layered hair, a duster jacket over a tunic, jerkin, slacks and knee-high boots, he stepped into the foot traffic in the large port town.

The streets were busy. He was shoulder to shoulder with others, moving at a crawl. His eyes gleaned the general appearance of the people among the crowds. Pushy and rude as was expected if you were to get anywhere in a timely manner, Rythis cut through the slow lines that had merged. He went toward the man wearing an embroidered doublet. He bumped the man. His fingers clasped the coin purse, then he moved on, disappearing among countless others who mistakenly bumped others because of the limited space and copious number of shoppers in the one street.

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When Rythis arrived at the dilapidated cabin on the outskirts of Mikael’s Bay, he lifted the trap door, then descended into the tunnels. The thieves’ guild was made up of plenty of pickpockets, robbers, forgers, and the poor, but many official locations boasted a handful of clerics. This was one of them, a place where a dozen of Pramod’s clerics kept order despite the lawless appearance of thieves in general. He took off his bandana then used it to cover his face as was the custom of the Pramod clerics.

Rythis passed the clerics who wore comfortable robes, face coverings and the crescent moon that represented the deception god’s domain. He gave them each a nod in passing. He was headed down the tunnel that would lead to a meal if his picking pockets had proved fruitful. Rythis got to the large