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WHO: Taashath + OPEN
WHAT: Catch-all for Wintermarch
WHEN: All through the month
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Come get giant qunari CR!

I. SKYHOLD

Most days were good days for the warrior. He laughed, he smiled and he spent his time among friends and peers. Training, teaching, working for something.

Other days were not as good, when memories came to him and he swore he could almost hear again; the low thunder of the aftermath of an explosion. Those days Taas withdrew from the rest of the soldiers and spent his time on the battlements, looking at the mountains. It reminded him of freedom, to see the high rise of the snowy peaks - yet there was the the drop from the wall and deep into the chasm that settled his stomach even more.

Nothing came without danger, did it?

"Meraad astaarit, meraad itwasit, aban aqun," he says softly. There was nothing to struggle against, even when all he could see were the faces of his antaam.

Taas keeps his back free, his weapon in the barracks and his thoughts stubbornly on the future, but he could probably use a distraction.

II. TAVERN

Some nights Taashath spent in the tavern, having a few drinks and talking to people. He does his best to not get too drunk, but sometimes it was nice to let go and be the guy who had to sleep it off on the floor.

...few people could move him once he was down, after all.

Other nights he enjoys less alcohol and more games, and he's still trying to master Wicked Grace. Diamondback is more his thing, as well as Dead Man's Tricks. It would be nice to get some Qunari games in the tavern, but he doubted any of them were easily found in the south.

Join him for drinking or games?

III. TRAINING RING

The swing of his dragon-tooth mace crushed the target dummy under him, and he makes sure to follow up the weight of the weapon by bracing himself with his legs. Swinging the thing was different from his usual axe, but the destruction was obvious. Standing back, he looks at the broken piece of straw and wood, rolling his shoulders a bit.

He still preferred the axe, but Korrin's present was damn amazing.

"So who wants to spar? I need to work on my speed, and I'm sure I'll be decent training for facing any Red Templar behemoths." Taas grins, leaning a bit on the mace and looking at the people gathered.

IV. SIGN LANGUAGE CLASS

Taashath's sign language class was still going, although it was mostly teaching non-verbal commands to the scouts. The people who came back for more were always welcome, and it was really a blessing for the deaf warrior to have more people around that were able to sign. It meant he didn't always have to guess half the words people said to him, and the most important conversations couldn't be misunderstood.

(...silent ways of flirting was another thing that he was asked a lot, so Taas has to try not to laugh any time he sees it used outside his 'classroom'.)

The door to the semi-broken tower that the soldiers used as a place to nap between shifts during the night was always open when Taas was teaching, and by now he had dragged some old benches and blankets there to make it a little more comfortable.

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Being back in Skyhold again is strange after spending most of the winter up in the hold. Skyhold means Yngvi needs to have a routine instead of getting to be a guest, no sleeping in for hours and hours because he can, because there's a fire wherever he's chosen to sleep. Still, he can drink as much in Skyhold as he can at Honey Badger Hold so that's one good thing it has going for it at least.

The tavern is loud, louder still when the nugs follow him in, squeaking at his feet but it's common enough that no one bothers to complain unless they happen to be particularly new.

Grease is streaked up one side of Yngvi's nose tonight when he comes to peer at the table. Or rather at the occupant because he generally feels like he's allowed to stare at the world, at things and people in it. Especially big grey things like that.

"You one of the boring proper Qunari ones or one of the fun ones?" He asks because he's nosy with the manners the Stone gave a bronto. And so is the nug peering out of his pocket.

Taas looks up from his ale as he notices the strange vibration of nug feet. (More nug feet than was proper in a tavern, as most of them were pickled and didn't trot over the floor.) Then he watches the dwarf and his pink friends come to stare at him, and Taas isn't sure just how drunk he is right now. At least the staring is mutual, because damn.

Nugs.

Reading Yngvi's lips, the massive warrior laughs and shakes his head. "If you ask me, a proper qunari should be a fun one!"

Stroganugg is particularly heavy of tread. Being the chunkiest. This is what happens when you're the favourite of the pack, you get fed the choicest scraps from Yngvi's many sandwiches. Truffles makes a bid to get up on the table, and Nug Wellington wiggles his face because those cards look tasty. (Someone has listened to the lessons about devouring something to gain their power it would seem, because that's the only way to do things of course.) Rump Roast decides to just go inspect some giant feets instead.

"I'm from Kirkwall. Proper qunari set my city on fire and chopped the head off the viscount though he wasn't a big loss personally, all things considered but I know there are three types: proper qunari, runaway not-qunari-anymore and qunari-that-weren't-ever-qunari. Last ones are always fun, but sometimes in Kirkwall the middle ones chucked stuff at you."

And then he sits down, hauling the nugs back into his lap and then onto a seat with a command to bloody behave yourselves, taught you manners up in that hold so Aura would think you were good and charming before he adds the most important bit. "You're all offensively tall."

The warrior holds out a hand for the nugs so they can sniff it if so inclined. He does move the cards, however, because he's pretty certain nugs would not benefit from eating them, and the deck was fairly new. The Angel wasn't even bent yet.

Hearing that the dwarf is from Kirkwall, Taas makes a disgusted sound on the behalf of Kirkwallians everywhere. "Well, that shit was a mess. I guess you could put me in the second category of qunari, then. I won't throw anything at you, though... unless you ask."

He winks at the last part and then makes some room so Yngvi could sit down with all his little pink friends. Glancing down at the dwarf, he reads the last words off his lips and laughs, deep and good-natured. "It's so we can reach things before you tiny ones run off with it."

"You're Diamondback nugs." Dad voice. Or what he assumes is a dad voice which is his version of an Asher voice from when that got used on him when he'd cheated particularly important people, and Melisende and Liadan said he needed to be yelled at but Asher was trying so damn hard not to laugh the whole time. "We have traditions. Shitty traditions but you're going to learn them so you don't embarrass me in front of the family when I take you home one day. Gunnar doesn't count when he doesn't have the wits anyone's holy things gave a goat."

Taas you don't need to follow that because his internal monologue is jammed on external at all times so he generally does just talk at things when he feels like it, especially the nugs who just blink and squeak. However, they will all say hello to the giant because they're used to Avvar and Korrin at this point, what's one more?

"Would I ask you to throw things at me?" Serious question. Because...well because shockingly things get thrown at Yngvi with astounding frequency. Incredible, who would want to throw things at a dwarf like him?

Laughing, Yngvi shakes his head then grins. "I climb better than those rams up in the mountains. You're fucked if you think putting something up high stops me mate. Ask Ataash if you don't believe me."

Taas can't even follow that dialogue that well since Yngvi wasn't looking at him, but he figures the nugs are getting a nice talking to. He tries to get a little pat in there on one of them before they all corral on the dwarf in the most adorable mess.

The warrior chuckles a little bit and then looks up just in time to catch the last part of the sentence that was actually directed at him. "Ah, you never know. I could throw you a pint, maybe?" His way of offering a drink, and he might not even actually throw it.

"...I don't doubt it. You seem like a quick fellow... and king of the nugs." A funny little man, but Taas likes him already.

Come for the lectures he gives every so often. Twenty nugs all lined up neatly so Yngvi can just spout off until one rolls over into another then they fall like dominoes, content to lie there. Truffles headbutts into the hand.

He's going to get one of those weird ones from the Emerald Graves or something. Teach this lot some manners maybe.

Yngvi's quiet for half a second, then he nods. "I can swallow a tankard easy, don't teach them that in Orzammar." Too posh or you need to sell your tankards obviously but he'll take you up on a pint even if he'll just probably try to sit a nug in the empty tankard after like an arsehole.

"Nugs got their own king, didn't you know that? Deep dark rumour that one to keep under your-- could you wear a hat?" This is of the utmost importance to him.

He can't quite take his eyes off the nug mess, but at least they're fairly well-behaved and Taas would probably call them cute. Creepy hands aside, the snuffles were adorable.

Carefully gesturing to a bar maid so he got her attention, he orders two ales and then looks at Yngvi again. The dwarf was a little hard to follow, but he seemed like a good guy overall.

"They have their own king, really?" Now that in itself was damn confusing, but even more so when the subject was switched to hats all of the sudden.

"Maybe. Since my horns are curled I can technically wear a hat between them, but not pushed over my head." That would require a ridiculously big hat that enveloped his horns as well.

The hands are handy. Soon he'll have twenty pairs to help him out with all manner of odd jobs because his are small but little nug hands? Imagine the possibilities! Now stop. Don't think too deeply about Yngvi's terrible plans.

"Course they do. If Fereldans have royalty, then nugs who are absolutely cleaner and don't go about associating themselves with dogs all the time definitely have a king. Got more sense than them. Dress better." Nude is better than fur-on-fur decorated with yet more fur. What a bold statement Ferelden, you're trash.

"Like...one of the fancy hats? Or you could cut holes in something, perch it at a jaunty angle, maybe wedge one of them pirate hats in there." That'd be a bold statement. "I mean, most people wear a thing on their head in battle. Unless this is your battling? Cards in the tavern?"

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