[Open] Drunk uncle is in town

[wardeneructate]

WHO: Oghren and whoever wants to meet him
WHAT: Oghren has sloshed into Skyhold. Time for people to meet him.
WHEN: Starting on Drakonis 9 and going on after that
WHERE: Locations in Skyhold
NOTES: Oghren is a perv. And a drunk. And has a dirty mouth. That's a good start for a warning right?

Arrival - Closed to Anders and Nathaniel

He'd been on a cart the last he'd checked. Likely some merchant heading this way with some supplies. Really he hadn't paid much attention and had simply heard 'headed to Skyhold' and had hopped on. Good enough for him. He could do the whole riding with a stranger thing. Besides, he could kick their ass if he needed to.

Still, all of this had led to him being under a bush somehow. Feet sticking out, stinking up the location. Really one would think a body had just died under that bush considering how it wasn't moving. And this was what Anders and Nate got to stumble upon while they were out together doing...whatever they were doing.

Good thing that upon investigation there was suddenly a loud snore coming out of the bush. Hooray not a dead guy!


Hello Skyhold - Open to EVERYONE ELSE

After having gotten his bearings a bit here, namely he was now here and he'd refilled his flask, Oghren could now be seen figuring this place out. The training grounds, the Warden camp, and the tavern were his favorite places to be for various reasons. But it wasn't really hard to miss the fact that there was a new dwarf in town. Not only did he have flaming red hair but he wasn't exactly stealthy. And that was before anyone touched on that unique odor attached to him.

Yep, Oghren was here and he was determining whether or not he regretted coming to a place that didn't seem to have much excitement going on. But he supposed that since it had booze that he could get past that a bit. So one could likely find him drinking or telling tall tales or even giving his axe a swing (don't worry, he kept that to the training grounds). Whatever the case was, they were easily greeted by him suddenly letting out a loud belch then him looking over.

"Eh? You need something there?"

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[pinprick]

Someone must have known to dump Oghren near the Warden camp. Nathaniel and Anders have a tent on the outskirts, so it's no surprise that they are nearby when there is a snore. Nathaniel is cooking freshly caught fish on the cooking fire outside when it happens. He looks up at Anders, as if to make sure that snore wasn't him, then searches for the perpetrator.

"Did you hear that?"

[justice_is_blond]

"I saw you look at me, as if I'd suddenly start snoring when I've never done so before," Anders returns jokingly as he gets up and straightens his robes, peering into the darkness. There aren't any new tents set up that close, which means someone must have fallen asleep in the various plantlife.

Two steps away from where he'd been sitting, he's hit by an awful, horrible smell.

"...Dead, rotting people can't snore, right? Justice as Kristoff never did as far as I noticed..."

[wardeneructate]

Oghren still hadn't woken up. Nope. He was still very much asleep and had decided this bush was like a table. Great for the passed out drunks. And that was why there was another snore coming from him even though it really just looked like a bush with a pair of booted feet coming from it.

But no, Anders. Dead, rotting people couldn't snore.

[circleprodigy]

Inessa is returning to the Warden camp from Skyhold, the small and pale elf walking alongside her much more muscular and sturdier canine companion. The long griffon feathers tied to her staff and her mabari's collar attest to where they've been lately, and the mabari seems pleased with himself and his new 'jewelry'. But he's also quickly distracted, picking up on the unique scent of the nearby dwarf.

The young mage frowns a little as Garahel detours from their route back to the Kestrel house, barking to alert the dwarf of his presence before reaching him. When he does, he sniffs at him closer no matter how potent the scent, wagging his tail. This is someone who won't make him get a bath.

Upon seeing who Garahel's lead her to, Inessa suppresses a sigh. Anders' crystal message was hardly indicative of a good beginning, and yet...she vaguely remembers him at the Circle tower, alongside Cousland in a time of crisis. That deserves some respect, and enough manners to at least give a proper introduction.

"Garahel, don't be so nosy, give him space. I apologize if my mabari is overly intrusive."

[wardeneructate]

Well he certainly hadn't expected a mabari up in his face. He blinked at the intrusion before he found himself wishing he had a saddle. If he had one up this close and not pulling back then he could probably get one on to find out what a ride would be like. Better yet if he could just get himself a little chariot...

"This one yours?" Okay so maaaaaaybe he was patting the dog on the head. Maybe. But it looked like he was shoving that head. (He was definitely patting it.)

"Where's his saddle?"

[circleprodigy]

"Saddle?" Inessa pauses and stiffens at that, shaking her head immediately. Perhaps she is just small and light enough to ride her mabari if an emergency happened, but short of that it would be unthinkable to her. "Garahel's a war hound, not a mount. He protects me while I cast my magic."

The mabari pants happily at the attention, giving Oghren an affectionate bump. He looks pretty smug, too, knowing that Inessa's life and health are a good indication of his guarding abilities.

[gatheringstorm]

At the training ground, Korrin is doing so stretching in anticipation of her usual drills when she spots the bright red hair and that axe. Moving in to get a better look, the Vashoth woman snickers at the belch of a greeting. Good thing she's tall enough where that smell doesn't hit her quite as much.

"Not really, I was just surprised to see you outside the tavern. Figured you'd take Iron Bull's place as the constant fixture of the Herald's rest. Nice axe, by the way. Are you a reaver or berserker type?"

[wardeneructate]

"I like smacking things around as much as I like fermenting my liver to last until the end of time." He laughed a bit then hefted his axe up. The thing was actually taller than he was and had to weight as much as he did. And given how he seemed to be a solid mass of muscle...

"Berserker. I could go for reaver though. They have some good killing stuff things going on. Though it can't really beat using that rage to smash through something's face."

[gatheringstorm]

"Oh man, I want to see you and Kaisa spar sometime. Wardens and berserkers, who would be left standing?" Kaisa is a solid bet, she's seen her at work, but Korrin knows better than to write someone off just because of their drinking habits.

"Reavers are fucking weird, you know. Drinking dragon blood does something strange to them; the more they're hurt, the easier it is for them to kick ass. I've seen it, but I'll never get it." She shrugs and smiles, as awed as she is unnerved by them.

tavern;

[limier]

She is, in fact, taller than most.

More helpful, perhaps, is Oghren's general stench and demeanour. He's not a difficult man to find. When she slips into the seat across from him, it's with two mugs already in hand. Plain ale, this, but one needs to start somewhere.

Wren's dressed simply as any other off-duty soldier, but to those with any sense for lyrium, her affiliation is apparent.

"Warden," She leans to pass a mug across. Wryly: "It is an honour."

[wardeneructate]

She was tall but that hadn't really told him a damn thing. However the voice was familiar to the one in that crystal thing he'd been using earlier. Confusing bit of magic that was but useful. Though he had this feeling it was getting used in a way that just seemed too practical.

"It's Oghren. All that formal stuff isn't for me." He grinned at the ale and lifted it right up for a long drink. "This though...this is for me."

Just like that the mug was up to his lips and before long he'd drained the thing dry. Letting out a belch, he rubbed his mouth with his glove then gave her a nod. "So what's this about some good stuff for lotion planting?"

[limier]

"Very well. Coupe,"

An introduction of her own. She fishes in a pocket, retrieves a dented flask, displays in hand.

"I doubt it shall hold you back long," It's the strongest she owns, meant for qunari and kept more regularly for the purpose of polite interrogations. But given what the man's already sucked down tonight, she suspects it's not really going to do shit. "But I am told that the merchant's mother once brewed it in Par Vollen."

A small shrug. At the least, it's a novelty.

Moving In

[doneisdone]

"No. Nope. Not here."

Oghren is both literally and figuratively dwarfed by Teren's height as she stands before him, arms folded, a sneer already on her face. The little patch of open space beside her tent is, technically, large enough for another. But not his. So she's standing in the spot where it would go.

"I don't know what cesspit they dragged you out of to bring you here, but I'd rather you return to it."

[wardeneructate]

"Didn't you hear? The cesspit is portable and it goes here now. No bug up your skirts is going to put a stop to that one, stiffy."

He was so much shorter than her but that didn't stop him from holding his ground as he looked up at her. It wasn't like he'd known that this was her tent but that didn't matter. There was a spot right here and he was going to take it. And she could take ahold of that stick up her ass and walk herself off the spot.

This was like fighting with a wife and he didn't even have the pleasure of makeup sex. Talk about not worth it. Still, he was too stubborn to go find a different spot now.

"I could always share your tent. I bet you need a little help keeping warm at night," he said with a filthy sort of grin.

[doneisdone]

For the record, Teren most often wears trousers like the rest of the Wardens-- but she knows where the term is coming from, and that almost makes it worse.
"Talk about my skirts again," she hisses, taking a step toward Oghren, bristling. "You can share my tent if you want so badly to lose your bollocks and your tongue."

Hi there, wanna be friends?

[thehiddenking]

The flaming hair and the build of the new arrival was more than enough to anger the tall Elven-King. He could smell the alcohol on him too and, as a result, he made some of the worst assumptions possible. (Like he wasn't going to do that already, right?) Blue eyes narrowed in spite, hands clenched into tight, white fists at his sides, Thingol barely stopped himself from drawing his blade.

"Must you expel your gas so disgustingly?" his nose wrinkled and he looked on the verge of being ill, though that had nothing to do with the belch.

Friends. Yeah. The kind of friendship where you want to kill each other right? lol

[wardeneructate]

Now, elves tended to be taller than him in general but this one looked more like human tall. Or qunari tall. That was definitely different and he frowned as he looked up at him. What was wrong with a burp? Lifting his pinkie finger up, he picked something out of his nose then let it fling off to the side before giving a big snort and crossing his arms.

"No one said you had to stop and get a whiff of it, pretty boy. Unless you secretly it and just don't know how to tell me. If that's the case, you don't have the right parts for me to be interested in you."

Constantly. Every waking moment. And sometimes sleeping moments too! <3

[thehiddenking]

How disgusting! Thingol took a step back as if, instead of snot, the Dwarf had brandished a weapon. He felt distinctly unclean and he smoothed over his robes, grimacing.

"How was I to avoid it when you gave no warning and offered no apology?" his voice was clipped, edgy, "I would expect nothing better from your kind, however."

As much as he told himself this Dwarf was likely not from Arda, it didn't stop him from being angry.

[meds4sale]

Despite having an acute sense of smell that made him a formidable craftsman of incense, the Medicine Seller seemed perfectly capable of tolerating Oghren's unique fragrance that he believed to be a mix of moldering damp privvy rug and fermented soybeans.

The Medicine Seller did not respect many things. But he could respect a master of a craft.

And Oghren seemed to be a master of pure, unhinged bullshit.

Truly there were tall tales, but this - this was a skyscraper. When had the Darkspawn in drag factor in? He wasn't sure, but now there was a Darkspawn in drag. Who was the Nug King? No one knows but he was apparently responsible for a great many atrocities. And what on earth were schleets?

It was like a trainwreck. The Medicine Seller couldn't look away. So he hunkered down to hear this to the end. But apparently his presence had distracted Oghren from this wild tale.

"No, I am just listening."

[wardeneructate]

"Heh. Well then here's the rest."

He finished off another tankard of ale, already handed another. If nothing else people were enjoying the stupid tales. Grinning ear to ear, he took a swig of that before he continued on.

"So I lifted my axe up to swing at that Darkspawn scum but he tripped right over his skirts. Probably wasn't used to wearing the things. I didn't see a reason to let him go so I chopped off his head in one go. It rolled a fair bit before his body fell down. That's what he got for interrupting me kicking the arse of the kid trying to tell me schleets were real when I know they aren't." He gave a shudder, obviously glad they weren't real. Cousland had been an ass sometimes but at least he'd told him that much.

"Then we went on to find that Nug King. The passages were winding but soon we found...the alter. By the tits of my ancestors, you've never seen a thing so fancy."

[meds4sale]

"Did they build it with their little hands?" He asked, deadpan.

The nugs had been a point of strange fascination for him. Odd, harmless little chirping things that scurried about quite brazenly as though they had no concept of predators.

And yet the little hands were almost too much, even for his incredible threshold for the uncanny.

He was fairly certain this 'Nug King' was about as true as the rest of Oghren's tale, but he was, nonetheless, intrigued where this new venture would go.

[arcaneadvisor]

Kieran is staring.

Not that Kieran staring is anything out of the ordinary really but usually Morrigan knows why her son is staring at something and knows what to say should he make a comment someone might react poorly to. The training grounds have held his interest far more since he started getting lessons with Alistair so not exactly a surprise but--

She knew she awoke with a headache for a reason. She knew.

"Mother?" Kieran asks because yes, she did tell him stories about before. "That's him, isn't it?" And helpfully he nods and smiles at the dwarf before she can stop him.

[wardeneructate]

Well, he could say he had no idea who the kid was. But he had a sort of weird thing with the staring bit. Not that Oghren noticed much, actually way too used to being stared at honestly. It sort of came with the territory when you were a giant screw up only really good at fighting things and smashing them with an axe.

However, the sight of a certain Morrigan brought a smile to his face as he started to put the pieces together. Thinking wasn't his strong point but that didn't mean he was an idiot. "So he's yours? Managed to pop one out then."

Turning back to the kid, he went on up to him. "How old are you? You look about the age of..." He paused there, the little grip to his heart over missing his kid getting to him. Best to shove that back down fast. "Eh, nevermind. Just how old are you?"

[quietblade]

Taas never heard the warning and it wasn't time for his weekly update with Korrin, so he had no idea that there was a new menace in Skyhold. Nor could he hear the loud belch the dwarf let out - but even deaf people can smell and dear fuck what was that?

The massive qunari glances down at Oghren with a slightly confused look. Did he recently fight darkspawn or something?

...no, that was definitely alcohol. Too damn much of it. "Are you alright?"

[wardeneructate]

"Huh? Is that a comment on my smell? That's the odor of attraction."

What he was attracting was anyone's guess but he meant women. He seriously did mean women. But considering the fact that he's managed to get a number of women in his bed and had been married twice something was obviously working for him.