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((OOC -- Farewell to Oghren))

After a great deal of debate and considering, I have decided to free Oghren. I'm sorry to those that are disappointed, but I simply wasn't clicking with him. Every post was a struggle, which made me avoid his posts, and thus responses to people who were waiting. 

#farewell

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Oghren shuffled over to the woman, and then smirked and said, “It’s just water.” Her lips turned down, flatting in the same gesture and Oghren recoiled. “Fine. No sodding drinking. Mighta’ mentioned that before you started the tour.” He glanced around and then shuffled back to the end of the line muttering, “Spose its hard to recognize details like that when you’ve created the perfect replica of purgatory.”

“Shhh!”

Oghren blinked. Had that stringy midget just shushed him? Grumbling under his breath, he snatched up his flask and was in the process of tilting it back when a throat cleared beside him. “Oh sod it all.” Making a face at the woman, he shoved the flask back down to snap onto his belt before he returned to his place behind the giant Qunari. “Any idea how long we’re stuck in this level of purgatory?”

♒ Stuck in a factory where bake-able modeling clay is manufactured

“Damned taxi driver. Knew I should have just walked.” Oghren turned slowly, peering around the industrial district the stupid elf had dropped him off in. He hadn’t even realized Kirkwall had an industrial area. They hadn’t gone far, which meant it must be around or in the docking area, which made sense, but still…

Spying a storefront, he padded across the dusty street and peered into the office. It looked as though it hadn’t been in use for quite some time so he finally pulled back and started to search the other doors hopefully. He was about to give up when he spied a couple of people lining up near a door a block or so down. Hoping one of them would have a phone, he started toward them. They were just being ushered through the door when he reached them and a rosy cheeked woman beamed at him. “Excellent! Are you here for tour and class then?”

Oghren blinked at the woman and debated asking if she was nuts, but he really needed to use her phone, so he decided to go with it. “Lass, I wouldn’ miss it for the world.” She grinned and waved him in, and Oghren glanced one last time at the abandoned street before following her in.

“Okay! Lets begin shall we?”

Oghren moved to join the group and then blinked at the huge Qunari he found himself standing beside. “And just when I thought this day couldn’t get any weirder.” He muttered, reaching for the flask at his belt… 

#Awkward encounters meme #Oghren is in hell #or pretty close to it #forced tobe sober #its so painful

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Yep. From now on he’d just stick with the Hanged Man. Oghren paused to take a swig from his flask and then tottered onto the elevator. Why did clubs insist on being put at the top of buildings? Seemed more dangerous to him, but he’d heard more than a few humans going on and on about the view. With all the fascination it was a wonder more humans hadn’t ended up as pancakes.

Belching he hit the 1st floor button and stepped back, absently bobbing his head to the weird music streaming out of the speaker.

When the elevator stopped at the very next floor, he shifted to the side in an absent gesture and went back to bobbing his head. When the elevator jerked to a halt, he toppled back into the wall with a grunt, and chuckled as he righted himself slowly. The soft sound of feminine cursing drew his attention, and then his smile broadened when he recognized its owner. He watched her fiddle with the control panel before finally giving up, and only then did he break the silence. “Looks like we may be in here for a while.” Wiggling his brows he added, “I’m game if you are.”  

#awkward encounters meme #typical oghren #totally not caring that he's trapped #dustybutnotdead

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♒ Stuck in a factory where bake-able modeling clay is manufactured

“Damned taxi driver. Knew I should have just walked.” Oghren turned slowly, peering around the industrial district the stupid elf had dropped him off in. He hadn’t even realized Kirkwall had an industrial area. They hadn’t gone far, which meant it must be around or in the docking area, which made sense, but still…

Spying a storefront, he padded across the dusty street and peered into the office. It looked as though it hadn’t been in use for quite some time so he finally pulled back and started to search the other doors hopefully. He was about to give up when he spied a couple of people lining up near a door a block or so down. Hoping one of them would have a phone, he started toward them. They were just being ushered through the door when he reached them and a rosy cheeked woman beamed at him. “Excellent! Are you here for tour and class then?”

Oghren blinked at the woman and debated asking if she was nuts, but he really needed to use her phone, so he decided to go with it. “Lass, I wouldn’ miss it for the world.” She grinned and waved him in, and Oghren glanced one last time at the abandoned street before following her in.

“Okay! Lets begin shall we?”

Oghren moved to join the group and then blinked at the huge Qunari he found himself standing beside. “And just when I thought this day couldn’t get any weirder.” He muttered, reaching for the flask at his belt… 

#Awkward encounters meme #never trust a taxi driver named Flowers #no matter what his nationality is #khalno

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Awkward situations happen all the time—So lets see what happens…Send me an ask with one of the following symbols and find out!

☂ Accidentally locked in the Library after hours

☁ A Long Bus Trip

۞ ”Trapped in an Elevator

♨ Not enough tables at a Restaurant and the hostess seats you with my character

♆ Stuck waiting in line

ღ Wedding reception where the bride or groom said ‘I don’t’ (either in person or by not showing up)

♒ You Name the Place or Problem

Awkward Encounters

#Awkward encounters meme #why not?

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It had been a long time since he’d comforted anyone. It wasn’t exactly his forte, and yet the tremulous smile on her lips told him he’d given her exactly what she needed. “Its good to see you too lass, especially since by the last accounting, you were sent to your death in the Deep Roads.” He grinned and added, “I coulda’ told them that wouldn’t be enough to do you in.”

He sobered faintly when she tried to apologize and shook his head, reaching up to grip her upper arms. “Now you listen here lass, you have more’n enough burdens on your shoulders without carrying that one.” He waited for her to meet his eyes again and added, “I never had any expectations, I was just glad to be there when ya needed me.” He’d also been angry with himself when he’d sobered up enough with the Wardens to realize what had happened to her. It wouldn’t have mattered but he would have fought with her. Hell he probably would have tried to follow her into the Deep Roads. He was still surprised Gorim hadn’t done as much.

“And it doesn’t sodding matter what they said.” He grumbled, blue eyes sharp with anger. “They backed the weaker sibling, and they’ll pay for it. Stone won’t accept anything less.” He watched her expression, read the mixture of fear and hope as she struggled to ask the question they both knew she didn’t really want an answer too, and he sighed softly.

After all, he’d been present when the Warden had made her choice. It wasn’t the one he would have made, but she hadn’t really asked him for his opinion.

He rubbed his forehead, looking down at his feet. “Harrowmont said your father rejected Bhelen’s claim before the end…” He ducked forward, trying to catch her eyes. “I think he realized what had happened, and I think that’s what really killed him. Parents aren’t suppose to have favorites, but everyone knew he doted on you.”

He watched her tremble and sighed, shaking his head. “There were rumors that Bhelen helped him to his end, but no proof. Harrowmont never stood a chance though. Bhelen had already weaseled his way into the system. I’m sorry princess… Bhelen was made king, but you will always be the rightful ruler in my opinion.” His expression turned obstinate as he added, “I will never bend a knee to that nug-humping coward.” 

♔ Always a Little Princess [Sereda || Oghren]

#cockdarp #rp #Always a Little Princess #broken-paragon #Bhelen sucks #If you change your mind regarding rulership #let me know and I will adjust!

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“As though the paragons of old had stepped out of the fabric of time themselves.” Oghren joked, recalling how good it had felt to release the imprisoned dusters and set them on journeys toward lives they’d never dared imagine for themselves before. It wasn’t something anyone would ever attribute to him, but he didn’t mind the anonymity. It was enough that he knew.

He smiled and tossed back his drink before he nodded. “Yep, you’ll never want for entertainment, that’s for certain.” Turning he belched over his shoulder, chuckling at the way her nose scrunched. He let the conversation lull for a moment as he considered the hopping atmosphere of the bar. He knew he should probably head off to the apartment (he still couldn’t bring himself to think of it as ‘home’) but he had no desire to linger in the vacant silence anymore than necessary.

That’s when the idea hit him. A mad, delightfully insane idea, and once it burrowed in, he couldn’t dismiss it. “So…where are you staying? Wardens put you up in their compound?” When she made a face and gestured toward the rooms above the hopping bar, the idea solidified. Even knowing his pride was in for a beating he tilted his fiery head to take another swig of his drink before he said as nonchalantly as possible, “Well there’s room at my place if you’d rather a bit more privacy.” There. The idea was out there. He took another drink just to busy himself so she couldn’t see how much her answer really meant to him. 

All the fun, No Commitment [Sigrun || Oghren]

#cockdarp #rp #All the fun and no commitment #dustybutnotdead #now introducing the new 'odd' couple haha

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"Oh-ho. Its like that is it lass?" Oghren's eyes danced merrily as he helped steady her. “If ya wanted ta’ dance wench, ya’ didn’t have to get drunk first.” Catching her by the waist with one arm (mainly because it was the best way to help support her) he waltzed her inside the door, and kicked it shut easily. Just because no one ever saw him act graceful, didn’t mean he couldn’t be. Besides, from the faintly glazed look in her eyes, he didn’t think she’d be remembering much anyway. “Jus’ noticed ya’ weren’t down below.” And he’d been worried, not that he’d ever share such a thing. “Figured I’d best check in on ya.” He grinned and added, “If I’d known you were drinkin’ alone I’d come up sooner.” 

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The floor was moving. It was a very disconcerting moment to realize that she was laying in the same spot, it was just the room that was spinning. At least it was spinning slower from the floor than it had been anywhere else. Ancestors, some of those fruity things were stronger than she’d expected. How many had she had? Pfft, she’d lost count. 

The knock at the door broke her gaze from the ceiling, head tilting backward to gaze at the light filtering underneath it blearily, making out the shadows of feet. “Jus’ a minute,” she slowly made the effort to pull herself from the floor. Her body weight came to rest upon the hand resting at the doorframe, opening the door to see just who it was outside.

"Oghren!" She smiled broadly at the man, moving quickly to wrap her arms around his neck and hug him tightly the moment she’d finished saying his name. It only lasted a moment and just as quickly she had released him again, hand still resting on his shoulder as she tried her best not to wobble. "Oghren-" she paused, blinking a few times to keep the likely surprised warrior in focus, before grinning again. "Oghren, the room is spinning.”

#drunken memes

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#faceclaim #queue

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No copyright claimed by me, this belongs to Sony BMG. From their debut album, 'Sigh No More', released on 6/10/09 and available to buy via the itunes store. ...

#Oghren's playlist #Thistles & Weeds

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A Drifter Says Farewell

“So this is what we’ve got. You need a minute or what?”

Oghren glanced at the slouching teenager, blue eyes sliding over the sallow scruffy cheeks, shadowed eyes and stringy hair before returning to the doorway. “No, this’ll do.”

The teenager made a face. “Ya ain’t seen it yet.”

“Is there something wrong with it?” Oghren asked tersely.

“Nope.”

“Then I’ll take it.”

The teen shrugged. “Rent’s due at the first of the month. We don’t put up with excuses or layabouts. You don’t get it paid, we’ll boot ya and sell yer stuff.”

“Fine.”

“Alright, here’s the key. Ya need anything I’ll probably be at the desk.”

“But not actually?”

“Huh?”

“Just go.” He growled, not looking away from the doorway. He didn’t know how to explain it, but that doorway and everything that was wrong with it symbolized so much change and acceptance that he was loathe to even pass through it. He considered the scuffed, chipped white wood, automatically comparing it to the smooth, timeless stone he was so familiar with and finding it wanting. It lacked stability…strength…one good hit and the would probably crumple. The trudging steps of the teen faded away and he took a deep breath holding it in his chest until his lungs burned and spots danced before his eyes.

At last he exhaled and stepped through, closing the door firmly behind him.

It was strange to think, but in the time since he’d walked out of the mountains with the Warden, he hadn’t once had a place of his own. He’d lived in barracks, hotels, and the estates of others. It was the life of a wanderer, but it hadn’t bothered him because he’d never identified any place but Orzammar as home. So long as he drifted, the peace of the stone still waited for him.

The white stark walls of the efficiency seemed to reflect the barren ache that consumed his being at the idea of finally saying farewell to the hope that he’d someday return to the world of his ancestors. This was his life now, and it was time to let go. The carpet whispered beneath his feet and his lip curled in dislike though he continued deeper into what was essentially a giant white box. A street lamp glowed through the window that dominated one wall, lighting up the dancing tendrils of dust. Yet another reminder that this new home was a far cry from the berth that he’d longed for.

“Damn you Branca.” He muttered softly, blue eyes gleaming with an emotion very few, if any had ever been privileged enough to see. “Why didn’t you just take me with you?” It was a question he’d been asking himself since the day she’d vanished into the Deep Roads. Why? She’d taken their whole sodding house and left him. What had he done so wrong that she’d abandoned him and never looked back? A thousand drunken nights had never answered that dismal query, and given that she’d been returned to the stone, nothing ever would.

Branca was gone. His house was gone. He’d been stripped of his honor and relegated to a shelf of broken memories. It made no sense to even want to go back, and yet the stone was part of his very blood. Or it had been. He had a feeling nothing would ever change that. Not even moving on, which is what he had to do. His vision cleared as he blinked rapidly, focusing on the room again. This would have to be home now. There was no point in fighting it any longer. He’d been hired to work security for the harbor, so he had something useful to do. It was strange to have responsibilities on his shoulders again, and yet they welcomed the burden.

Shouting rumbled through the thing walls, yet another reminder of how far his standards had been forced to plummet and he moved to the kitchen. Numb fingers threw on the dishwasher, though the instant roaring hum wasn’t quite enough to drown out their voices. Tugging out his flask, he moved to the wall and pressed his back to it, sinking down slowly to the floor.

He peered blearily through the darkness, his eyes unseeing as he reflected on things gone by, mourning them as he said goodbye. This was his life now. Desolate and empty. Who wanted a dwarf that everyone had abandoned or forsaken? He stared at the flask, his only source of warmth and smiled bitterly. “If you’re out there…Ancestors…Maker…whoever’s listening…” He closed his eyes for a moment his thoughts spiraling on.

He didn’t want to be alone anymore…he didn’t want to pretend. He wanted his life back. He knew a few prayers weren’t going to change anything of course. He’d wake up in the morning and trudge off to work, and he’d carouse at the Hanged Man with none the wiser because he wasn’t the type to air out his troubles…but inside he ached for comfort the same as any other man. “I’m sorry.” He whispered huskily. “Whatever I did…I’m sorry.”

#cockdarp #rp #a drifter says farewell #headcanon

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"Its the sweat...soaks into the hair follicles, which are embodied with many loving aromatic products. At least his hair always looks suspiciously shiny. He could use the oils for other activities I suppose. Hair does create a lot of friction after all. To much of that and well... fire is always a bit of a mood killer..."

What is the foulest thing you've ever had the pleasure of drinking?

Stone’s truth? I think I drank nug piss once. Branca was sore at me for messin’ with her smithin’ tools. Woman had a temper worse than a dragon with an abscessed tooth. Wasn’t so bad after the first few chugs. Cleaned me out too, so if you ever have issues in that department…its a really quick home remedy. 

#TMI memes #bodyhair and catnip #couldn't resist this pic

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"Are you kidding? With a tight ass like mine? I’d rather drink nug piss…again."

"Yeah I'm not so sure--Kirstov? Yeah not sure he's popped his cherry yet. You can practically smell the purity on him. Must be the other one. He'd be a pro with all that hair on him." Oghren waggled his brows. "We hairy men know how to work it eh?"

What is the foulest thing you've ever had the pleasure of drinking?

Stone’s truth? I think I drank nug piss once. Branca was sore at me for messin’ with her smithin’ tools. Woman had a temper worse than a dragon with an abscessed tooth. Wasn’t so bad after the first few chugs. Cleaned me out too, so if you ever have issues in that department…its a really quick home remedy. 

#TMI memes #nug piss #good luck with the plumbing problems

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Oghren chuckled and said, "Mainly the colon, though I heard your nephew has a much more interesting way of dealing with those problems." 

What is the foulest thing you've ever had the pleasure of drinking?

Stone’s truth? I think I drank nug piss once. Branca was sore at me for messin’ with her smithin’ tools. Woman had a temper worse than a dragon with an abscessed tooth. Wasn’t so bad after the first few chugs. Cleaned me out too, so if you ever have issues in that department…its a really quick home remedy. 

#TMI memes #everything must go #gam could try it if elissa is into experimenting? #strapon anyone?

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Oghren arched a brow and then lifted the market bag in his hand. "I just meant I bought some weird food at the Market. Think its Orlesian, not really sure. Smelled edible though. Was gonna try cooking it and wanted to know if you were in?" He considered her for a moment, his blue eyes dancing merrily before he finally asked, "Why, what kind of experimenting were you imagining?"

"Have you ever experimented with food?" Oghren asked with a waggle of his brows.

"What do you-" She starts to ask the question but quickly backtracks, holding up her hands.  "Wait, no don’t answer that I don’t know if I wanna know what you mean." She scrunches up her nose slightly, ” It’s food, Oghren. Not exactly something I’ve ever had a wealth of, so to answer your question without knowing what you mean- no, probably not.” 

#TMI memes #food #as if he didn't know

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What is the foulest thing you've ever had the pleasure of drinking?

Stone's truth? I think I drank nug piss once. Branca was sore at me for messin' with her smithin' tools. Woman had a temper worse than a dragon with an abscessed tooth. Wasn't so bad after the first few chugs. Cleaned me out too, so if you ever have issues in that department...its a really quick home remedy. 

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#TMI memes #Oghren's Corner #Now Open #Asking Og questions is like eating chocolates from a box blindfolded #Every once and a while you get a tangarine flavored one