Oggy

[oggyfromthebog]

speakwithyourcoin​:

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Priya watched as he pulled another card, again, not really understanding the meaning or significance of the card as she didn’t follow card games, nor did she follow any divination secrets. She shrugged and chuckled, “I think all that proves is that those seers that claim they’re practicing real divination are full of shit. If you can enchant cards to pull anything, you could swindle people out of more than a good cent. Surprised a business like that hasn’t crossed your mind with these.” Priya also didn’t believe there was much point in looking to destiny or fate or any such nonsense. Even if those were real beyond their concepts, it didn’t matter what they chose to do, it was predetermined. And if they had the freedom of choice, then they made their own fate in that way.

Enchanted items from Gian Therrhag that were making their way back to Illasqa and thus back to her family. She was grateful to Gian for apparently downplaying the significance of the objects and she had her suspicions as to how they’d even left his hands at all. She hadn’t heard from the trader since he’d gotten back from Elysi and it was likely he was ashamed for letting the items get stolen at all when she’d already paid him for his services to get them back to Jaqar. “Mmmm… I see…” She ran her fingers around the rim of the goblet and raised a brow. What Oggy didn’t realize was that wristwatch and bracelet Gian had been tasked with tracking down was worthless to anyone outside of her family. Well, not worthless exactly, but the gems and the glass beads weren’t enough to go through the hassle of stealing them off a fallen man and whoever the thief was that had originally, she hoped they were dead too. “Tell you what….” She smirked, schooling her expression into one of light amusement. “I’ll give you part of your service fee now… and the rest when you return the goods…” She smirked. “On one condition. I want you to amuse me. How about a game of dare? I can dare you to do anything and if you complete it, I’ll accept it as a contract.”

...

“Hah!” Oggy grinning through the laughter. Chest rising and falling heavily as he was shaking his head. “‘Fraid the thought already crossed my mind a bit with this, but whatever shadow mage worked over this deck it only ever pulls one card. Quite literally.” Oggy pulled another card to demonstrate, again the lone dragon face stared out. “It teleports every time you pull a card,” He set the dragon face up, pulled another card to show how the card face up shifted from an ace of claws to a regular five of hearts while the newly pulled card again showed the lone dragon face. “Frustrating is what it is.” He paused, before adding. “Course It’s also bound to be useful, entertaining at least.”

He sat back, let Priya think over her offer, or whatever else was running through her head. For a hot second Oggy almost forgot this was a pitch for a job. It was all that silly talk about the deck, sitting, drinking, and bullshitting like on any other day; It was of course impossible to forget that this wasn’t any other day with Priya looking as prim and put together as she was. Discerning, calculating, of a higher class than his normal bar companions, and he could tell that he was of a lower class than Priya normally knocked one back with. He leaned forward, elbows on the table completely captivated now that she was talking fees. “That sounds more’n fair to me.” He grinned back at her, all he could do not to lick his his lips hungrily. “I’m always game for a bit of fun. Go on. Dare me,” He reached for a drink, knocking it back before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m game for anything, aren’t I? For the sake of our contract.”

[oggyfromthebog]

vaerilthreshar​:

Oggy’s general nastiness doesn’t phase him. He expected it, he didn’t like it, and in fact it threatened to boil over. He wants to say that it looks like Oggy had no problem tainting his own name, he wants to say that  Vaeril wasn’t the first to taint the Thresher name but he doesn’t say anything. He didn’t let Oggy see it in his eyes. Something he perfect years ago, the act of appearing uninterested. Instead he reclined in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, eyes trained on the other before him.  But that doesn’t stop him from saying what comes out of his mouth next.

“If I could buy you the ability to not act like a petulant child in this scenario, I would. You got what you wanted out of me, yet you still insist on acting like I’ve caused you some great deal of trouble. Whatever else you may want out of me will likely be out of the question until you rethink your attitude to me.”

He expected Oggy to stand up, to raise his voice, and Vaeril prepared for that moment.

...

“Fuck you.” Vaeril’s apparent and seemingly all-consuming disinterest only infuriated Oggy more. He wanted to cause a scene just to make Vae’s eyes twitch. The vasharr’s hands balled into fists on top of the table and it took all his will to uncurl his fingers again. He stood up in a jolt.

“What attitude should I have to you, cause now you got me curious. Only thing I know about you is you’re a bit full of yourself, even for a council member, you’re almost as old as sin, and you don’t like to talk to your... “ Oggy made a face like tasting something sour. He didn’t want to call himself Vaeril’s child. That felt wrong in a number of ways. “Bastards?” Oggy chose the word, a curse in many places, as a kind of middleground. With a deep shrug Oggy left to go get his own drink and damn Vaeril.

[oggyfromthebog]

aseatabandoned​:

~

Oggy’s words soothed Erinwel’s worried expression. He had long moved past the point where he felt shame or regret about how he lived his life. At least in the sense of who he slept with. But it was nice to be reassured that it didn’t matter to the man in front of him either.

A flush of heat ran across Erin’s face, as Oggy pressed another quick kiss against his skin and it only deepened as the other vasharr called out his unease. He reassured himself that he merely didn’t want to make either of his friends uncomfortable in any way.   

But an eyebrow quirked at the mention of both Oggy and Vaeril’s proclivity for debauchery. It was strange, but now that it was pointed out there were certain similarities that the young vasharr could see between the two. A similar ease in the way they approached things. A shared confidence in themselves, even if those selves were wildly different. 

“Keep that up and we might not even make it to a tavern.” The frisky grin returned to Erin’s features as he noted the tone of Oggy’s gaze. But he hesitated in his flirtations as Oggy spoke to the depth of his relationship with Vae. It didn’t sound like the elf Erin knew. Sure, Vaeril liked to have fun and was often on the move but Erin never saw him as the kind to father a child and then not be involved. He would have to ask the older elf for more of the story the next time they spoke.  

“As much fun as that sounds, I think dealing with one of Vae’s moods would just put a bad taste in my mouth.” Erin enjoyed giving the Vailwen a good natured teasing. But without knowing the full story, that wasn’t a position he wanted to put his close friend in. So Erin continued speaking as his gaze lingered on the other vasharr suggestively. “Which would be a shame when we have a delicious evening planned.”

Erin quickly snuffed out the few lamps burning and finished shutting up the apartment before turning to Oggy. “Alright, Thorn’s Den it is then. You good with that?”

...

“Naw’ I’d never keep you from your plans. Respect you too much, don’t I?” Oggy grinned. “Sides I’d have too much fun teasing you when we’re at the tavern.” He said the words offhand, shoulders shrugging lightly. Then went on to betray all semblance of nonchalance by raising his eyebrows, enjoying the teasing too much to give it up. 

“Love to see what you’d let me get away with.”

All thoughts of his not-father banished from his head for the more favorable option. His dislike of Vae wasn’t rational or based in any kind of stand, moral, biological, nothing like that. In fact, in many of his adventures where he found Vaeril had made it there before him the Vailwen had left things much better than how Oggy did--the orphanage being the most notable example. Oggy had a mother and a father; Vaeril’s absence was not felt. 

The vasharr didn’t even know about Vaeril until his Mom told him, a casual reveal of an adult to their child after they reached some invisible threshold of understanding. When Oggy could comprehend words like donor, and fertility, much to his own awkward dismay. It was frustrating to have the world he’d known be proven false. A frustration that only grew when Vaeril proved to be elusive. He’d had the slightest curiosity when he first searched his ‘natural’ donor-dad out, but over the years it just grew into annoyance. 

“No sense in ruining your appetite then.” Oggy matched Erins look, canting his hips just so to give Erin a good look as he turned around, stretching and tensing his arms as he moved out toward the street. It was all in good fun. Oggy knew he had a rough sort of appeal, but there was something undeniably flattering about being wanted by Erin.

“I’m fantastically good with that. Lead on my tasty, enthusiastic, clever city guide.”

[oggyfromthebog]

aseatabandoned​:

~

Erin frowned as the mention of Vaeril only seemed to sour Oggy’s mood further. The annoyed irritation too strong of a complimentary flavor to ignore. The other vasharr seemed to be working something over for a moment. Erinwel briefly worried about this being some sort of jilted ex-lover situation. He was on the verge of dismissing the outing entirely before Oggy spoke up again. 

I’m his bastard kid.

A moment passed, no foul taste of pretense flooding his senses. 

“Well shit Ogs.” Erin blinked a bit surprised. The fact that Vaeril had fathered a kid didn’t come as a shock. When you lived that long, Erin supposed that kind of thing was bound to happen eventually. But the fact it was the familiar vasharr in front of him was certainly unexpected. “And I take it from your-“ He stopped himself from mentioning his magic, regretting not numbing it more every second. “-your discomfort you two aren’t too keen on one another.” It was clear Oggy didn’t hold familial love for the older elf and Erin by no means wanted to make either of his friends uncomfortable. 

“It was an open invitation so we’ll go to a different tavern. There’s plenty in Vailantis. If there’s something politicians love more than arguing and themselves, it’s alcohol.” Erin offered, trying to ease the other vasharr’s mood with a joke. “Hell, if someone tried to get me to grab a drink with my old man I would tell them to go fuck themselves.”

But his choice of expletives reminded Erin of the more intimate ways he knew Vaeril. His own mood soured slightly and he pursed his lips, realizing he should say something. Debating how to even bring that up. It wasn’t often the rakish half elf floundered for words. But the thought of telling Oggy, had him rubbing the back of his neck, a rare uneasiness at the thought of something that might upset the other vasharr. He didn’t focus on why he cared so much about Oggy’s reaction, instead clearing his throat. “I uh- don’t know if this particularly matters but, like you said Vaeril gets around and well, we’ve known each other for a while. Been quite close in the past…” He trailed off, words dancing around it. Grimacing as he tried to gauge Oggy’s reaction.

...

Oggy felt proud of himself, finally getting that bit of awkwardness out in the open. He had to chew the corner of his lips to stop the grin from overtaking his face completely as Erin went on to share his own.

“Slumberin’ gods Erin I don’t care who you slept with. Or go on to sleep with, that’s your business.” There was no stopping his grinning now as he looked over Erin. His fellow vashar all twisted up and uneasy over Oggy’s feelings.  It gave him a bit of a flutter in his chest as he moved forward and pressed a quick kiss to Erin’s jaw.

 “Look at you, gettin’ all flustered over some awkward evening.” His smirk turned lopsided as he pulled back. Languidly shrugging as he continued. “Can’t even blame you for shaggin’ him. By all accounts he’s a more notorious slut than I am, but can’t fault him for having a good taste.” His eyebrows raised, his gaze stuck on Erin in a way that intimated Vaeril’s taste was at least partially inherited.

“Nah. Me an that ancient fuck don’t know each other well at all. Can’t say I see him as my old man.” Oggy shook his head. “I got at least one of those already. He’s just some ancient fuck that keeps getting on my nerves. Always showin’ to places before I think to get there and never once stopping for a pint--till most recently that is.” He amended, remembering their encounter in the market and Erin’s magic.

“Think a guy would have more interest in seeing what his bastard’s got up to but- ay” Oggy shrugged. “Not like I’d know how he feels.” He stretched out his arms, and paused. Grinning as a cheeky idea came to him. “It could be funny to spend a night out drinking with the two million year old flake. See if he says anything himself. ‘Course if that makes for a more uncomfortable evening then you want- Ay, well I’ll follow your lead, won’t I?”

[oggyfromthebog]

vaerilthreshar​:

“There is no one else out there that doesn’t carry my last name,” he ultimately admitted, a snap to his tone but he breathes and settles down in a second. But in that second the shadows seemed to darken, the edges wavering before settling down and returning to the natural flickering of the candles. “Consider yourself lucky,” he supposes. There was his sister too, in the mix, but Vaeril hadn’t spoken to her in a ,millennium but he would know if he had a niece or nephew in the mix. He still followed her movements.

“We are still strangers to each other, in the end. I do not expect or want the respect you’d give family.” He doesn’t think the idea of a bastard child would ruin him, even if he considered the one before him his child. “I’m fond of their spiced cider,” he says with a shrug.

...

“Huh. Uhuh,” Oggy made the noises, running over the information in his head as he ran a tongue over his teeth. “Interesting, interesting, so I’m the only one lucky enough to avoid that particular taint of the Threshar name, yeah?” The Vasharr smirked nastily at Vaeril, not that the counselor deserved such treatment. Oggy just couldn’t be bothered to be nice. 

“Right, so you can buy yourself a cider and maybe me something for my troubles, yeah?” Oggy grinned wider. Canting his head to the side as he spoke. “Least you could do after giving me the run around all this time.”

[oggyfromthebog]

speakwithyourcoin​:

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Card games and parlor tricks were of little use to Priya unless she was actually gambling. And she rarely took part. She preferred investments and moving goods as her chosen form of gambling to any other. “I didn’t say I thought you were boring. But if I’m to be investing in your skills, even short term, I want to make sure I get something out of that investment. Preferably whatever it is you’re promising to do for me.” Which was something he’d dropped hints about but hadn’t come outright and said. That was another quirk that bothered Priya. In business, if things weren’t straightforward and succinct, it often meant they weren’t worth the trouble of buying as they were poor quality or weren’t what they were promised or any other such thing. And she wasn’t in the business of wasting her money. “What makes this possession so interesting?” She raised a brow at the deck of cards. Plenty of those around from all sorts of vendors, some with dragons, some with gryphons, sea monsters, you name it, they made it.

The elf was quick and eager to dissuade her concerns and while she was, for the most part, no longer concerned that he was doing business with a notorious pirate, he seemed to be scared of Yue. Scared or at least intimidated. That in its own way was comforting, the man was smart enough to keep his cool and to keep away from the truly unsavory people on the high seas. “Ah… well if that’s all it is…” She eyed him, scrutinizing him for a moment. With a small wave of her hand, she let the conversation drop from pirates and moved on to his next statement. “Do you know what was actually in that chest, or who was carrying it before it went missing, at least? I have a great deal of things shipped all over the world and so do many of my contacts and people I simply don’t know… before I agree to pay you for your services, I’d like to be sure that shipment was meant for me and not someone else.”

...

“Oh, of course, of course. No use in a transaction that doesn’t benefit us both now is there?” He winked at her. More bloistered than he should have been because she has said she didn’t think him boring. Oggy knew--from being himself in the world--that he could be frustrating, but boring was an accusation that would have caused real hurt. “As for the deck, damn things cursed, or enchanted depending on your way of thinking.” He was grinning and pulled another card from the deck. Again a lone dragon face smiled out at Priya as he put it down on the table, the first card placed not an unexceptional 4 of hearts. “Whatever card you pull it’s always an ace of claws. Always. Clever thing-don’t know how the original mage done it. In any card game it sure is annoying, but that’s just another kind of interesting, innit?”

He returned the cards to the ‘cursed’ deck, shuffling them as he talked. “Well if ya’ want specifics I can give them, sure.” He cut the deck again, this time placing the cards back in his pockets. “See that chest was full of enchanted items. Items belonging got a merchant friend you may know, goes by the name of Gian of Illasqa or Gian Therrhag to his close acquaintances, and you I’m guessing.” Oggy raised an eyebrow sitting back as drinks were placed on the table between them. He reached out to his own cup with a smile. “I have it on his own authority that he intended to sell the objects to you, if he still had them. Now he’s covered his own expenses with insurance and all that nonsense, the gamble of a sea merchant, they all got back ups. Course I don’t have that luxury, but I do have an inkling of how I might find your missing items. Which I can return to you.” He smirked and shrugged with all the congeniality Oggy could muster. “And all for around the same price Gian would be asking even with all the extra trouble.”

[oggyfromthebog]

aseatabandoned​:

~

“I’ve never said no to a good bush.” Erinwel quipped back, a devilish smile pulling his features. He never held back his flirtatious nature when it suited him and he was glad to see that Oggy was no longer holding back either. 

A fact that seemed to bode well for his hopes of a repeat performance of their escapades at the ‘shade. In fact, he would have liked nothing more than to make a mess of the apartment and each other after sampling the gifts but he knew better than to do so with nothing in his stomach. 

“Splendid. Food and drink first then, dessert.” A suggestive look as he put special emphasis on the word dessert. Suspect it won’t be so boring with you there, will it. His flirtatious smile deepened as he added with a laugh. “Of course, what kind of host would I be if I didn’t show you a good time.”

Erin turned and threw a few papers from his desk into one of its drawers, locking it in the same motion. But a hint of apprehension hit settled on his tongue with Oggy’s words, reminding him that he not only needed to get a strong drink at the tavern to drown out this magic but also of the other vasharr’s words the last they spoke. Your fancy new council friends will look at me like they want to wipe me off their shoe. He wrongly assumed that Oggy’s apprehension merely came from the prospect of it being another council member and he quickly sought to ease the worry. 

“Yes but don’t worry, he’s not one off those insufferable old fucks. I’ve known him since before I even got elected. I am sure you’ll get along with Vaeril just fine.” 

...

“Hah!” Oggy laughed and clapped his approval at Erin’s innuendo. Approval that only grew as Erin’s suggestions matched up with his own desires concerning desert. 

“Erin, love, you always show me a good time.” He grinned wider. Hands rubbing together.  “But I spose’ I could enjoy a bit of a bite and a look ‘round the city with you. Let myself get a proper feel for the city from your councilor’s eye.”

All the approval shifted to more apprehension. Oggy was biting his bottom lip. He wasn’t aware of how his fellow vasharr’s powers worked but Erin was sure to taste a complicated cocktail of apprehension and annoyance. Of course Vaeril would have worked into Erin’s social circle, that fucking ancient Vailwen seemed like he was everywhere Oggy looked these days.  He worked through a number of ways to broach the subject in his head. He stood there, looking at Erin and chewing on his lips in lieu of forming any words.

“Right. Well, I actually know Vaeril. Might say I’ve had a relationship with him since birth or summit like that. Say it if you were being obtuse, in that manner of speaking, yeah?” Oggy started laughing awkwardly. With a shake of his head he changed tactics. “Fuck-it’s awkward to say cause I don’t actually know Vaeril well at all. Only by reputation cause he does get around, don’t he?” His eyebrows raised to imply his own form of innuendo.

“Thing is, I’m his bastard kid. In that, my dad’s not my ‘natural father’. If you get me?”

[oggyfromthebog]

speakwithyourcoin​:

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Interesting, amusing, Priya didn’t mind what he turned out to be as long as it wasn’t a waste of her time, or he could give her a few laughs. Priya kept her posture straight, poised, even as she leaned forward to tap her fingers against the table. “Do you promise? To be interesting?” Her laugh was soft, quick, fleeting. “If I hold you to that and you break it, what would be my compensation for your broken promise?”

Oh no, Oggy might have made his second mistake. The first was assuming Priya would entertain his services without much verification on her end. The second was mentioning the name of this import ship. She didn’t know whether the Sea Turtle was any relation to the Black Turtle captained by one Jiang Ying Yue but the woman did have a proclivity toward the sea creature. Although as far as cargo ships went, it wasn’t a name she knew by heart. “This Sea Turtle…” She drawled, mindlessly brushing some of her dark curls back into place. “It wouldn’t be any relation to the Black Turtle would it? Not in the same fleet… we may… turn a blind eye to the trading and business of certain enterprising types as long as they don’t cause a raucous but… we don’t take part in direct deals.” Priya glanced at the waitress bringing them a round of drinks. “Your usual, my lady, and the house ale for your guest.”

Priya thanked her and the girl went on her way. “And what cargo are you suggesting that I’m missing?”

...

“Compensation?” His brows shot up at the incredulous suggestion. Grin returning. “ ‘Spose I could offer you my services, of any kind, for free. I’ve many tricks up my sleeve if you care to put them to the test.” Oggy winked, producing a card deck from his sleeves to show off a few shuffling tricks. The motion so ingrained in his muscles it was like his fingers acted alone. “Course  that would just be subjecting you again to my most odious company boring company. Which case I would offer to give you my most interesting possession I have on me, as a secon case sorta scenario.” He flicked one card out, spinning it in the air and catching it between two fingers as he smirked. This particular deck was claws, hearts, spades and diamond and a lone dragon face smiled out at Priya.

“What? No. What?” Oggy was already denying it before he heard the full question. Didn’t bode well, but he smiled through it as he tucked the cards away. He once worked for the fleet, but it was ages ago and human memories were short. He left before making much of a name for himself and hoped his lack of fame would help him here. ”I mean, of course no. The captain's reliable but a bit thick.  Hoping the name entills a bit of confusion or sentimentality among. So pirates may see the turtle name and give it a pass. Plus I think they’ve got a bit of a thing for turtles.” Oggy shrugged again. “No need to be worried about direct deals with pirates.” Not current ones anyway, but Oggy only thought that last part. 

The elf, missing the window to remark on his order just nodded at the waitress’ back. “From what I understand it was a chest, fairly heavy.. With objects presumed dear, and expensive.”

[oggyfromthebog]

Art Student AU

“I’m not saying you don’t get invited to parties cause you look like a narc.” Oggy took a long drag from his cigarette. He was a ‘super senior’, older than Améla but somehow still in a number of her classes. His cigarette pinched between his lips Oggy held up the camera around his neck and flashed it at Améla’s slightly irked and disappointed face. He had ever changing interests, this week's medium was photography.

“I’m saying you don’t get invited to parties ‘cause your boyfriend, Preston Avenforth whatever his name is, Seaworth the 4th, looks like a narc.” He spoke out of the side of his mouth before pulling out the cigarette and blowing a cloud of smoke toward Améla. “Just come alone this time, or bring your cute friend. The girl with the nickname that sounds like she’s a fifty-year-old plumber. Summit, like Frank, or Jim, wasn’t it?” 

He smirked. For reasons, subtle and obvious, despite his obvious shortcomings in tact and connections. There was a rumor Améla heard about him always having the best sort of drugs at parties; that he was a drug dealer or he was shagging one. Functionally it made little difference.

He laid down on the concrete bench to snap another pic of Améla as she adjusted the heavy easel and canvas. Adding more grit to the already grimey jean jacket that was by now mostly made of patches anyway. 

“Professor Cressida says we’re supposed to be practicing our en plein air painting.”

“Yeah, well. I’m doing independent work study, aren’t I?” Oggy snapped another picture. “ ‘Sides, Cressida loves me. Speaking of, her star pupil is having a show tonight. Nora, you know her, she likes you. Forget your boyfriend and come to the afterparty.”

“He’s not my boyfriend…” Améla tried to concentrate on her painting, the way the light played against the leaves of the tree. Ignoring the snap of Oggy’s camera, and avoiding delving into what exactly her relationship with Seaworth was.

“Even better.” Oggy rolled to sit up on the bench again. “I’ve got a sort of friend who just had a row with his own trustfund-tryst you two can commiserate while I chat up less miserable people.”

Améla stilled her paint brush to glare at him angrily, having set up her palette while he was droning on. “I’m not miser-” Oggy, infuriatingly, snapped another picture right in her face. “Ugh! Oggy what are you even doing?”

“No, sorry love. Didn’t mean you were miserable. Just Kiri’s being a right ass to be around and I need him to meet some new people just to lighten up. As for what I’m doing, I am taking photos of a soon to be famous artist. Photos like this are sure to be in demand one day.”

“Right” Améla set back to work rolling her eyes and paused, teeth biting into her bottom lip. “Do you really think so?”

“Know so. Showed some of my pictures to Riza--art agent-- brilliant lady.” He said by way of explanation. “Your paintings in the photos were the only things she was interested in.” Smiling Oggy was just about to launch into some other spiel when Professor Cressida crested the hill, walking down the campus path toward them.

“Oggy, class time is for class work. Not for bothering other students.” 

“Course ma’am, only just took a break. Easel must’ve fallen.” Oggy rolled off the bench reaching for the easel he abandoned to the side. Cressida, smirking, went to Améla’s side to give her notes.

[oggyfromthebog]

Gardener/Gardening AU

Améla was perusing the nursery of her favorite garden center when her afternoon was so rudely interrupted by a man barreling into her.

“ ‘Scuse, sorry, sorry.” Oggy peeked up over the heavy load of fertilizer he carried in his arms. Hardly able to see over the bags it was no wonder he almost ran her over. Before she could really set into him Oggy nodded quickly and took his leave without a shred of embarrassment.

It left a bitter taste in Améla’s mouth, and the more she saw him around the more bitter it became. She’d been on the gardening circuit for a while, won awards for it, helped out with the community garden, and before that moment she hadn’t seen him once. Now she was seeing him constantly.

It was a small town, it was hard to avoid him. Still, when he showed up he was cagey, listening around the edges of conversations for tips concerning growth and cultivation. That was suspicious alone, but the fact that no one had seen his actual garden had Améla’s even more intrigued. It was really all out of neighborhood friendliness that she followed him home one day from the garden center.

She wasn’t expecting the cute little cottage at the edge of town with the rough-shod but well cared for garden up front. In truth she was expecting a rundown shack with a hidden grow-house in the back for his less than lega crop. She slowed down to a stop, hand resting on the weather-worn fence around the cottage hearing the faint and familiar annoying voice singing, actually singing to his plants.

“ ‘Ello, ‘ello my lovelies and how are you today. Looking nice and flush your gorgeous little things. Going to make such a spash-”

The more Améla looked around the garden the greater her blush became. Many of the plants were very off in their shape--vulgar even. Looking more like ‘garden of earthly delights’ than anything Améla had seen before. She leaned up to get a closer look at one very yonic looking slit of a flower, scarcely believing her eyes, when the pickets Améla was leaning on snapped.

“Who’s there?” Oggy’s head popped up again, his body following as he trudged to the source of the sound. “Oi, Améla!” He smiled brightly. “Thought you’d take a gander at my garden did you? Like what you see.” Oggy waggled his eyebrows. His hands were full of some fruit as he gestured. Améla’s eyes turned down to them, smirking herself.

“What on earth is that?”

“What?” His brows drew together as he looked down, “Oh dammit. I spoiled the surprise. This are my prick peppers. I was hoping to get them a little more turgid looking before I pickled them for the fair. They just keep growing out limp, though. Must be doing something wrong. What d’you think?” He held them out to Améla so she could better examine them.

She shook her head laughing to look at them. “I’m sorry Oggy, but I have to say I’m relieved. I half thought you were growing something like marijuana with all the supplies you’ve been buying up.”

“Hah!” Oggy joined in Améla’s laughter. Eyes occasionally darting to the shed in the back, hoping Améla wouldn’t see the plastic sheeting through the window. “Now that is funny.”

[oggyfromthebog]

zahraguillory​:

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“Two. Undamaged. Otherwise, they’re useless. Or do not all Vae know that information?”

Zahra kept her gaze locked on Oggy’s own; showing a stern confidence that she didn’t particularly feel at this moment. This wasn’t necessarily a plan that she was in agreement with… except she wasn’t the Queen — not yet. Her Mother had insisted that it was the only way and let it be known that she’d not be talked out of it.

Thoefëa wasn’t something requested lightly. Yet while his demeanor remained casual, she suspected that some part of him was a bundle of nerves too. Zahra made a couple mental notes: the way Oggy’s face held its usual expression, the way he didn’t say the plant’s name, the way he thought over the offer… Saving them to analyze later.

“There’s not another as talented as yourself. It’s why I chose to call upon your services.”

This part wasn’t an attempt to charm him. It was the truth. Also there weren’t any others who were as skilled as him who she could also trust. Oggy would know that what he had here was a powerful secret. There wasn’t any other option though — barring having him killed, of course. She’d considered it, but had decided to wait before making any decisions. There was the possibility that he wouldn’t be a problem given that he was a professional. If he went around extorting his clients then his business might suffer.

As the night grew darker around them, Zahra felt herself becoming more anxious. It was unable to be helped though. Her hands were clasped tightly together in her lap as she tried to keep from fidgeting. She nearly breathed a sigh of relief when his demands were given — that meant he’d accepted. Part of Zahra couldn’t help feeling thankful that he wasn’t the sort to question what her intentions were in regards to the plant.

“There’s a nearby cottage that we use on occasion for special guests. You can stay there for the evening. In the morning, a horse will be waiting for you and it’ll take you to a waiting ship. The Captain is a trusted friend and has been told to obey your every order.” Zahra paused, letting him digest that a moment before continuing, “I can provide a deed for the land before you depart though a ship might be… difficult. However, upon your return I can guarantee that a shipbuilder of high esteem will be waiting to build you one. Though if it should please you, the trusted Captain and his boat shall remain at your disposal until your vessel is built.”

There wasn’t any need to debate. Given the importance of this deal, Zahra was willing to give Oggy a great deal and he had to know it. The option of land instead of coin was a blessing. It would be easier to provide the former than the latter. Plus, there would be less questions. In fact, it’d be easy enough to show that the land had been purchased whether or not Oggy had actually exchanged any coin for it. None would look too closely.

“Is that acceptable to you?” 

...

“Depends on what you’re using them for. I suppose.” Oggy bluffed back, with a grin. He hadn’t known they were useless undamaged. He supposed assasin’s ground up the Thoefëa leaves and would blow them in their victim’s faces, or mix it into the food. He was no assassin, or alchemist, he had no idea how Thoefëa was intended to be used. He only knew it’s cursed reputation. 

Thinking it best to keep what he didn’t know close to his chest Oggy continued.

“ ‘Spose it’s important, for a- uh- biological perspective that one studies the leaf undamaged. For purely scholarly purposes of course.” He offered up this paltry excuse with a smile. As if Princess from a foreign land just wanted Thoefëa to press into some textbook to study; wanting a full collection despite the Vailen squeamishness. They’d both know this wasn’t the real reason. Oggy didn’t want to know the real reason. Not knowing offered him plausible deniability. Not prying offered Zahra peace of mind.

“Well, love, you choose rightly.” Zahra might not have meant to charm him, but Oggy was preening nonetheless. 

Extortion wasn’t a game he liked to play. You had to remember too much, keep your own troubles close to your chest, and always watch your back. He was an elf who liked to live out loud too much to get into the blackmail racket. Besides, you didn’t get return customers by pissing them off.

“Alright…” Oggy paused, pursing his lips as Zahra went on.  “Yeah, yeah…” He nodded. “That should do it. If your trusted captain is trusted. I’d be glad to have him on hand for a bit till I get my, custom, built vessel. I shall provide you some notes on the build and needed supplies before, or after I return. However you like.” The last part he added with a shrug and a smirk. Like he’d been easy going in all his over the top requests. In truth, he had expected a bit more push back and was kicking himself. He might have asked for more gold, a title, or her hand in marriage--not because he desired much besides the gold--but  just to see where the line was.  

“More than acceptable Princess.” He stood. Walking closer to her so he loomed in the firelight over her seated figure. Hand extended to make a deal. “ Lucky I’m not more a nefarious type, aren’t you? With you being so eager to make this transaction happen, were I to act like some Vae in those slanderous myths they tell ‘bout my people I’d have asked for your first born.” 

He snorted at the ridiculousness of it. Yet, there was still a part of him that wondered how much more he could have gotten from the deal. It was a lot he would be receiving, but with Thoefëa he’d be risking a good deal.

[oggyfromthebog]

aseatabandoned​:

~

“Well I’m glad you did.” Erin watched, an amused grin on his face, as the other vasharr strolled into the apartment he and Cat shared. Oggy always made himself at home, regardless of where he was it seemed. A fact that now helped ease the small amount of nervousness he felt. 

The younger vasharr had enjoyed his more hedonistic lifestyle for long enough to know sometimes when you slept with someone, even if it had been enjoyable, there was ever after this undeniable sense of weirdness between those involved. But Erin was glad that, from what he could sense, their last evening spent together hadn’t caused any awkwardness between them.  Not that he expected it to, but one was never sure.

“Decorating with genitals-great idea. Dying genitals? That’s a bit too kinky even for me” He smirked, remembering some of the more lewd statues at the Nightshade. His smile broke wider as Oggy produced the vial of spines from his pocket. He was familiar with the lizards and the effects their venom could have- he could vaguely recall running a shipment of the spiky reptiles from East Reach to Morrwen a few decades back- though he hadn’t ever tried it personally. 

“Hallucinogens and moonshine. You certainly know how to spoil someone. They’re wonderful, thank you.” He glanced out a nearby window, judging the time. He had been so wrapped up in his planning that he didn’t realize how late it had gotten. “Are you hungry? If you’re interested we could grab food and a drink before enjoying dessert.” Erin gestured to the gifts. “A friend of mine mentioned going to a tavern this evening if you were wanting to see some of Vailantis’ nightlife, as boring as it might be.”

...

Oggy turned with a smile. Leaning close to Erin to plant a kiss on his neck. “Aye, love. I’ll remember that next time I pop in with a present. Here there’s markets ‘round here that grows bonsai’s into all manner of turgid shapes. I’ll find a shrub to your liking.” 

His eyes ran up the other vasharr’s body, awkwardness the furthest thing from his mind. Laughing and leering like this was the entirety of Oggy’s plans for the day. He half expected to be corralled into another messy round of lovemaking all over Erinwell’s apartments in the city. Or to put it more accurately, he hoped to be, and he dutifully changed the word to fucking in his head everytime he slipped up with the ‘l’ word. It was only a slightly disappointing that Erin had other plans in mind. He might as well have suspected someone put together as he considered the Councilor would be put together enough to make plans. 

The fact that Erin had a notorious habit for drugs, sex, alcohol, and until now regularly shirked in his Councilor duties didn’t register to Oggy. The older Vae didn’t really make plans, he just showed up places and went with the flow.

“Yeah, yeah, I could grab a bite to eat. No sense going the rest of the night on an empty stomach.” He smiled easy, going with the flow yet again. “I’ll just stash these here then.” Oggy started looking around the room for a safe enough spot to stage the ‘desert’. “An’ any friend of yours is sure to be a friend of mine. Love meeting new people, get a taste of the city too. Suspect it won’t be so boring with you there, will it?” He chatted idly, settling for shoving the bottle and vial behind a line of other alcoholic drinks. Pausing only as he remembered the other Councilor he knew that might be in the area.

“This, uh, friend of yours. They on the elven council?”

[oggyfromthebog]

sacrilegiousxsamara​:

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” The assassin’s words cut through the silence as she emerged from the shadows. Her footsteps so quiet that if one didn’t know she was there, they would most likely have never picked up on them. A dagger flinging through the air and nipping the man’s ear- a warning shot as best. “Too bad for you it must come to an end.”

The Harbinger of Death had her instructions. It was an easy kill at best. She was to take out some lowly Lord and make it look like an accident. It was piece of cake especially given the disorderly state of the man’s apartment already. She hadn’t had a description of the man’s appearance, but at the look of Oggy decked out from head to toe in the man’s embroidered robes, the thief, decked out from head to toe in black with a black piece of fabric concealing her face, figured her target was pretty damn clear.

...

“Oi- Fuck me-” Oggy’s reaction was quick, but not quicker than his attacker. She came upon him silent and light as the shadows she emerged from. His ear already burning, thin warm lines of blood trailing the side of his face. That’d be another notch for sure, if he lived long enough to see it heal. He dropped the bottle, “Fuck me.” He cursed again, trying to dive for it when he realized how much it was worth.  Wincing at the crack of glass and slowly coming to regret his impulse decision when he looked back up at the masked assassin. 

“Listen, yeah? I get that you’re mad. Maybe out for vengeance. But I can explain…” Oggy lay on the ground next to the shards of the bottle he failed to save. Alcohol, more expensive than anything he’d bought for himself, seeping into the monogrammed robes. “I didn’t kill your master, employer, whatever- He’s not dead. And if you kill me now you’ll never see him alive again.” Oggy bluffed. He had wrongly assumed that the attempt on his life was due to his own misdeeds. Not a giant leap considering how often people wanted to kill Oggy knowing full well who he was.

[oggyfromthebog]

leoxerickson​:

“And you call me unsanitary after you’ve just confessed to licking the entire bar up and down with your tongue?” Leo made a face at the thought, climbing down off of the bar and sniffing himself over. Oh he definitely needed to wash up. Especially now that he had napped in what he could only imagine being Oggy’s saliva. “Doubt that would stop us, but alright, alright. I’m in,” Leo grumbled, not exactly one to be turning down a job either. 

So just pretend to be Theo? Leo couldn’t help, but think as Oggy explained the target. “Yeah, yeah. Easy enough. And eh- I’m gonna go with my own costume stash. No offense,” Leo said as he riffled through the clothes before moving behind the bar to the backroom Zaynder let him use to store his gear, quickly washing up before popping back out wearing an old outfit of Theo’s the Prince had let him keep. “How’s this?” He asked, looking over at the other with a raised brow. “Think it’s convincing enough?”

...

“Don’t be jealous, love. I’d lick anything up and down if I’m drunk enough.” Ogg winking. Then, unable to resist, the elf snorted at his own joke and followed up by sticking out his tongue. “Elves got better hygiene systems than humans ‘sides. All the little bits inside our bodies that keep us living longer, innit? I got enough elf in me I could lick all the bar-tops I wanted and just get a stronger tongue.” The vasharr had no clue if that was true or not. It didn’t matter when he was just talking shit right back a Leo though; he just liked getting a reaction out of the kid.

“Full offense taken. What, you have something against my fancy hats, do you?” Oggy pulled a face back at him, tugging out a large feathered hat from his bag. It was lavish, wide brimmed, and a little dented with one or two crushed feathers besides. His ire ebbed away, hat forgotten on the bar-top, as Leo showed off his outfit. Oggy gave an appraising smile, fingers scratching at his chin. “That might do it, certainly don’t see the ladyship throwing you out of bed.” He circled around Leo inspecting the disguise, tugging at corners, rubbing fingers over threads. “Nice material this, must’ve set you back a ‘ways but I admire the dedication.”

[oggyfromthebog]

caileanthewarrior​:

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His expansive wings moved haphazardly against the wind. The formidable dragon of white feathers found a streak of red across its left wing. There was a crack at the tip, the cartilage shattered by the blade of the Loqoalan sword. But Cailean fled the shattered vessel and frozen island, relying on his need for survival and adrenaline to push him through. In moments where his psyche fought with his intuition, the power of one’s self-preservation was all that won out. The men on the vessel would soon wound him, had he remained to bring a frost onto another island. But the piercing pain of the blood was too severe, as he committed every ounce of strength to build distance.

His large eyes flicker, feeling his senses numb at the sharp pain. It isn’t long before he descends, his form landing on an abandoned speck from the air. The white, feathery dragon lands off the edge of a small island. His consciousness attempts to drift, as his bloody wing felt the coolness of the ocean water. The pain, shock, and agony of his actions almost lulled him into unconsciousness. But the sound of hurried footsteps kept him alert, the sound of the elf’s voice still in his ear. He was to take whoever stood in his way. And though the sun began to peep from beneath the moon, Phelix’s hold was present. In the fray, a familiar scent floods his senses, accompanied by a man. But he’s quick to stagger upwards, slowly transforming into his human form.

“Don’t you dare,” Cailean intimidates purposefully, gripping his bleeding shoulder. His vacant eyes attempted to see, but instead, he merely glowers. The defenses of his bond, still present as the sun began to appear further. “I will kill you, I swear.” Cailean hisses, the sound of the elf ever-present. “I will kill all that stands in my way.”

...

Oggy didn’t know why he ran toward Cailean. He just did. Like some poorly buried instinct pulling him towards Cai instead of away from. It might have been in his head but Oggy swore the ground around him shook slightly as Cailean finally hit land. If he had the correct amount of sense for an elf in his position he would have turned on a heel and packed up his schooner.

“Fucking-” Oggy stopped in his tracks, pulling back at the sight of the dragonkin. In all there years together Oggy had never seen Cailean so wounded. There was a trail left on the sand from where blood spattered when Cai flew as a dragon overhead. Great big erratic drops leading to where he fell, and red seeped from his shoulder now. The elf had out of the blue panic-induced thought, wondering if the blood felt chilly to the touch.

He shook his head. Recomposing himself as he approached Cai. He was trying to reach out to an old weak bond that was never really there with powers that were weak and faded.

“Yeah, sure you will. Heard that before, mate. Never really stuck, has it?” Oggy snorted, not without some actual derision behind it. Course Cailean would fall bleeding out of the sky and greet Oggy with a threat--what a prick. “The fuck you do to yourself, bruv? You got caught up in a hurricane full of axes or summit? C’mon don’t be a cagey fuckin’ twat. Show me where it hurts. I’m not going to rub salt in it.” He approached slowly, again on instinct, as he would with any wounded and frightened animal. “I owe you one from last time, don’t I?”

[oggyfromthebog]

zahraguillory​:

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Zahra’s unease about the earlier glibness was soothed by his promise of discretion. She smiled though there was a slight threatening edge to its curve, “That pleases me. I wouldn’t want my city guards to think you a thief, Oggy. You have such skilled hands…”

She needed him to understand that discretion was unquestionable from this point forward. By asking Oggy, she was also entrusting him with a great deal of knowledge that could have serious repercussions for all involved if it came to light.

Crossing her legs at the ankle, she decided to let him go about enjoying some of the meal before making her request. There was every chance that he might bolt the second she made it, and it would be rude to send him on such a long return ride with an empty stomach. Plus, she needed a little to get past her own nerves. Around them nocturnal creatures made a steady rhythm of noise as the minutes ticked by. Finally, she sat up a little straighter before speaking quietly.

“I need two leaves of Thoefëa delivered — undamaged — in a fortnight.”

Stressing the undamaged part, as it was of the utmost importance, she waited for his reaction. Zahra wouldn’t be surprised if even Oggy was shocked by the request at first. Thoefëa was forbidden, not only in Vailen, but outside of it as well. The repercussions for being caught collecting — let alone selling — the plant were worse in Vailen though. Doubly so if the individual was Vae themselves. Zahra had once heard that just uttering the name aloud was considered by superstitious Vae as equal to whispering a curse upon all those present as it loosely translated to ‘a life cursed’.

Others were often concerned about the morals and ethics, considering that the unusual plant cut a lifespan down to roughly a period of two months whether consumed whether a being was mortal or immortal. There’d been a period during The Great War where it’d been used by assassins to take out enemies on either side of the cause until the Vae’s Elder Council had finally decreed it forbidden. Eventually, once the war was over the kingdoms outside of Vailen also adopted similar laws regarding the plant’s use. In the time since almost all information had been lost about it outside Vailen — lucky for her not all of it though.

Hopefully Oggy wasn’t one of these two types or she’d have to find someone more… willing.

“I know that procuring this plant might be a problem for some honorable Vae.” She used his own description from earlier, a little sparkle of amusement appearing in the depths of her brown eyes before adding, “Given the risk, you’ll be rewarded handsomely and… I’ll add an additional payment up front for prompt delivery.”

She figured that he would barter for just what reward he was to be paid besides coin. Those of Oggy’s occupation usually weren’t prone to just take what was offered with requests of this nature.

Zahra was prepared for that just so long as she got it on time and the promise of an extra payment up front should be incentive enough. Since it was said to be found in the deepest parts of Vailen, asking a Vae had seemed the smarter choice as they might be more likely to find it easier.

...

He took his ease with eating, as mindful about his table manners as he cared to be. Which in this case meant that he didn’t tear into the meat like some starving carnivore to scare the princess, but he didn’t keep from licking the grease of his hands. His cheeks hollowed out as he pulled his pointer finger out of his mouth. Eyebrow raising, lips smacking together when they finally released the digit. 

“The most competent hands currently in your kingdom, and the fleetest of fingers.”  He waggled his fingers in the air. Greasy where there weren’t trace hints of saliva, laughing he wiped them against his pants. “And I would very much like to keep them that way, thank you very much.” 

Oggy kicked out his own feet in front of him. One long leg stretched out back over to rest on his knee as he listened to Zahra give her spiel. His poker face was certainly getting a workout this evening. He picked at his teeth, looking at the bits of food he caught underneath his nails till he flicked them away. All like he didn’t just hear the words two leaves of Thoefëa. Only the most controlled substance in all of Vailen--and this was elves--a plant had to be a very dangerous sort of thing to be so cursed. Two of them besides. Like one wouldn’t be bad enough. 

“Just two then, is it?” Oggy nodded, his thinking face pulling into contemplative points. The Vae was thinking over how he might accomplish such a goal. Fingers rubbing at the corners of his lips. “And keeping them in pristine condition, yeah?” Forbidden as it was if any authority ever found a patch of Thoefëa in the wild the area would be razed to the ground. Which meant either he had to be very lucky, or encounter very dangerous people who wanted the poison more than they cared about the elders, retribution, or curses. Dangerous, difficult, but doable. 

 Even as he avoided saying Thoefëa out loud Oggy was thinking this was doable. As his thoughts drifted his eyes had alighted to the fire. He nodded now and refocused his look toward Zahra. 

“Won’t be a problem for me then? That's what you’re saying, is it?” Oggy laughed, and reached out to the closest cup to drink. He swallowed down a gulp and finished by wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. “What it will be is expensive surely. Payment upfront and on delivery. Cause you understand what you’re asking here is risking me own life and limb, yeah?” He inclined his head, giving her a look that they both understood the severity of it. She was human so the gravitas of the Thoefëa plant might not hit her the same way, but there was a reason he was being buttered up so professionally by the princess herself.

“I quite value both my life, and my limbs. As I suspect you do too.” He leaned forward to smirk at her. “Or at least you value my hands Princess.” He held up briefly, fingers casting shadows on his face in the flickering firelight. As they spoke into the night it was getting darker. “So, what I’ll need to get this done for you is a fast horse, this one’s fine,” he gestured back at the gently swaying horse he rode in on, “but she’s an old nag. Won’t get me where I need to go for this. I’ll also need a faster boat to get to Vailen and back for you, and to do what I please with when I’m done. 

In addition to a hefty sum of gold.” He shrugged. “Let’s say the weight of my head in gold coins, cause that’s what I’m risking for you, love.” He grinned. “Now I know I have a big head so if you’re hard up for funds I will take a comparable portion in land. Let’s say a bit of seafront property so I’ve a place to port my new boat.”

[oggyfromthebog]

♡ (( from whoever you want XD except for Ada, she has her eye on someone else ))

It had been a while since the elf considered himself a pirate. Still, Oggy knew that on a ship tensions could be high and sometimes you just needed an outlet to spill all of your frustrations into--sexual or otherwise. Which is why Oggy wasn’t surprised or concerned when Kel--tall, buff, and intimidating man he was--grabbed him and pulled him into a deep kiss. Oggy was more than receptive. He didn’t care about the why’s or the how’s of it. The vae was just enjoying Kel’s lips moving against his; welcoming the other man’s tongue as he felt up the fellow sailor for various handholds, of which Kelani had many.. When Kel finally pulled away Oggy laughed drowsily. “What’s the problem shezani? We’re just getting to the good part.”

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