[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?"

Comments

[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?"

[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."

[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?"

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."

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."

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.

[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."

[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.

[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?"