The Elder Scrolls: Tamriel

A weathered, broad-shouldered Nord in his late sixties with a thick mane of gray-blond hair tied back in a rough knot and a matching beard that hangs to his chest in tangled braids. His face is deeply lined, with ice-blue eyes that sparkle defiantly. He wears a faded green tunic beneath a battered fur cloak, with a tarnished silver brooch shaped like a warhorn pinned to his chest. A scuffed and patched lute hangs from a leather strap at his side, and he walks with a slight limp from an old wound.

Ogmund is blunt, opinionated, and deeply rooted in Nord tradition. He speaks in a booming voice whether he’s on stage or arguing over mead, and he has no tolerance for cowards, sycophants, or what he calls “soft-bellied Imperials.” Beneath the gruffness, however, is a heart full of loyalty and a mind rich with history. He may drink too much and flirt with danger, but his songs are sharp with wisdom, and his stories—while sometimes exaggerated—carry truths many in Markarth prefer to forget. He’s especially kind to travelers, young warriors, and those who remind him of the fire he once carried. To some, Ogmund is a washed-up relic with too much to say. To others, he’s the last honest voice in a city choked by silver and silence. Either way, he’ll keep singing—until someone dares to silence him.

Ogmund once sang for Jarls and marched with Legion soldiers alike, earning coin and favor as he passed through the courts and camps of Skyrim. But those days are behind him—replaced by late nights at the Silver-Blood Inn, where he now plays songs of old battles, lost loves, and faded honor for anyone with enough coin or ale to spare. Though he refers to himself as “just an old skald,” Ogmund is fiercely proud of his heritage and has little love for Imperial rule. He was once suspected of harboring sympathies for the Stormcloaks, and Thonar Silver-Blood keeps a close eye on him because of it. Ogmund’s bardic license may be intact, but it’s clear to many that he sings with more freedom than the city’s rulers are comfortable with—and that’s exactly how he likes it.