Life in Camp Shady Fuckers

[unbrokenoath]

WHO: Everyone living in or visiting the Warden camp
WHAT: Just some low-key action-spammy stuff for a bunch of sketchy losers who got tossed into the camp for sketchy losers. And the people who come to hang out because sketchy losers are the coolest losers.
WHEN: Vaguely stretching around Cloudreach?? Nothing is set in stone, time is an illusion
WHERE: Camp Shady Fuckers The Warden camp
NOTES: Just throw whatever warnings necessary in the heads of your threads

Just throw opens or whatever up this is a low-key general mingly kinda thing for hanging out and shouting at each other. Feel free to interrupt other threads or whatever and idk man this is basically like a network post but in real life.

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[twelvelabours]

"Thanks," he murmurs, and it's both for Zevran and the guy pulling off his boots, though his expression is a little apologetic towards the latter. The boots he'd had before were rotted through by the time he left the approach, so at least he grabbed another pair, but they're still not great.

Complying, Herc follows the instructions, glancing up at Zevran briefly before retraining his gaze on the ceiling of the tent. "Alistair left out the part about spas when he talked about the Blight," and though it's quiet, there is a note of humour in there.

[ombranera]

"The Blight is why we have this. So much complaining about how hard it is to be a warden, the travel, the beards- do not let Alistair grow one. It is truly unfortunate." Zevran mutters, draping the towel over Herc's neck and jawline. Warming the skin, softening the hair- an old Antivan barber's trick. One of many.

"That and having the Wardens continue to remain composed and polished while living in the wilderness might needle those that are frustrated with the Anders situation." Many reasons for this, truly. Vita and Arueliana set Herc's hands in similarly warmed bowls of fragrant water while Teresa eases herc's feet into much the same once they are bare. "Besides. I cannot have this built for my Kestrals and deny entry to those they share camp with. It's impolite."

[twelvelabours]

There's a crack of a smile. "I can imagine." Not that he needs to imagine all that much, they've all seen each other pretty scruffy and worse for wear.

The comment on this being part of some strikeback just makes him sigh.

"They've got every right to be frustrated. Inquisition's getting pulled off course by a pile of bullshit," Herc replies wearily. It's not the sort of thing he'd normally say, especially not to someone outside the Wardens. He's got a tiredness that feels like it's sunk into his bones., he's spent the last month in a dungeon and he still doesn't feel all right in his head. "Wardens getting prettied up isn't gonna help anything."

And in this moment he doesn't care about the Kestrals and who they are and what it means, really.

[ombranera]

"No, but it will help my Kestrels feel as though they are earning their keep. Or at least earning the protection they offer. IT makes ME feel better for there to be fewer grizzled Grey Wardens." And he was all that mattered. After a moment's soaking with the heated cloth Zevran removes it and begins to work up a lather. At his hands and feet the girls and Nico start to scrub away most of the cracked, dead skin and pick at his cuticles, trimming away the rough edges of his nails.