slovechnia ♔ maybe i'm a different breed

[behindcloseddoors]

♬ Sail (Omega Remix) - Awolnation

WHO || Hook.[closed]
WHAT || A pirate sails into port. Except without the port part.
WHERE || The mountains of Slovechnia, Eastern Europe
WHEN || A couple weeks ago; mid-day
HOW || Actionspam

[ Cora seemed on edge when the strange mist rolled up in front of the ship, which, perhaps, should have been a telling sign of something. But there was no way to avoid it, as it seemed to be upon them and around them on all sides before a change of course could do much of anything. It spilled over the deck, enveloping the ship and making it impossible to see more than a foot in front of oneself while in the open air...

and so Hook never got a chance to see what it was that the ship abruptly cracked against hard, grinding to a sudden, inexorable stop, as if scraping bottom.

It's when the fog clears that it becomes a bit more clear what happened. Somehow, the ship managed to run aground, with Cora nowhere to be seen and---

Wait, maybe aground is the wrong word. The view from the deck of the ship as the fog dissipates shows a steep mountain side, caked in snow, and below it, the layout of a city, the spires of a castle rising off a mountain across the valley.

Somehow, the boat is lodged on the mountainside, and there's not a body of water in sight.

Welcome to a new world, Hook. ]

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[unhand]

[THIS IS NOT HOW BEANS ARE SUPPOSED TO WORK. He is certain he had no intention of sailing his ship into a bloody mountain. This... can't be Storybrooke.

The damage was worse than he could repair on his own. Not without materials or so much as a lake. Loath as he is to abandon ship, he's got no choice, unless he wants to stay here forever. He needs help, which means heading towards the town and hoping someone there'll be helpful.

Funny, he can't seem to remember why he wanted to go to Storybrooke. He thought it was important, but he can't even think of it at the moment. How important could it be?]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ he doesn't get far when a band of five men appears, coming up the path through the mountains. they wear a lot of brown leather and don't look too decidedly modern -- aside from the weapons hanging in the holsters at their sides. most of them appear to be in their thirties or forties, and a grizzled looking man with a black beard flecked with gray points up at the ship, causing a flurry of conversation between them in a tongue hook wouldn't know. ]

[unhand]

[Immediately, Hook's hand goes to his sword, looking at them warily.] Who are you? [Because hey, maybe one of them speaks English! Or common or whatever the fuck they call it in OUAT verse.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ they chatter amongst themselves, most of them dropping a hand to the weapons holstered at their sides. the leader, if that's who he is, manages to spit out a few heavily accented words, pointing up at the boat. ] Your ship?

[unhand]

Yeah. What of it? [Maybe they can help him fix it...]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ with a grin that displays a solid gold tooth, he nods to the other men, and suddenly there's the sound of several weapons being leveled in his direction from afar. ] Yer comin' with us, then.

[unhand]

I'd rather not. [And then he sinks his hook into gold tooth grin guy's neck/shoulder area (atk nat 20, dmg 10)]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ the man got off a shaky shot before hook was upon him (atk 16) but the man's speed threw him off, and before he knew it, hook was slicing through his neck, spurting blood everywhere. his eyes rolled up, the gun dropping off his fingertips, as the others backed up further, shouting orders and exclamations and taking shots. only one bullet hits, however, but it strikes hook in the side critically (16 dmg). time to make a fortitude save, boy-o. ]

[unhand]

[Ow. :-( He fails his fortitude save pretty hard (I forgot my character sheet but 4 + a number that probably isn't all that helpful) and everything goes dark.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ when he woozily wakes again, head swimming and body hardly responsive, he'd find himself on a cold, hard floor... in a rather medieval looking cell.

and those bastards screwed his hook off. :|

it's leaking in here from somewhere, so it's wet and extra uncomfortable. there's a sack on the floor that might be a bed in some sicko's estimation. all that's visible out the bars is a stairwell across the room.

[unhand]

[NOT COOL. JUST BECAUSE HE SUNK IT IN THEIR FRIEND'S NECK. At least the medieval looking part of the cell is no surprise to him. It's probably about what he'd expect from a cell.

He kicks at the door (str check 19 just in case it's... openable) and shouts.]

Let me out, you bloody tossers!

[behindcloseddoors]

[ actually he just probably... hurts his foot a helluva lot. ow.

there's a voice from somewhere to his left... another cell, perhaps, a woman. ]

No point in yelling. There's no escaping this place until they come for you.

[unhand]

[Well, at least there's someone someone who might answer his questions.]

And why've I been locked up? I've done nothing wrong. [To those men, at least. Not counting that one he killed.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ she gives a broken, half-mad laugh at that. that sounds more like crying, almost. it's attractive.

spoiler: it's not actually regina. ] Done?

You overestimate these people. They're not interested in what you've done.

[unhand]

[AND HERE I THOUGHT YOU'D SPOILED A ~PLOT TWIST~ AND REGINA WAS SECRETLY THERE ALL ALONG.

Hook frowns more, leaning against the bars.]

...what do they want?

[Nothing good, that much is clear.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ that would be kinda awesome ngl. ]

To use us like so much chattel.

[unhand]

[SUDDENLY EVIL QUEEN.]

Slavery. [Hook isn't one for honest work. He's even less one for honest work where he won't even get paid.

Maybe Cora will find a way to find him, but he doubts it. Their alliance had been one of... well, he can't remember why they'd teamed up just now, but he's certain it's not out of any longstanding loyalty. She'll do whatever it is she went to Storybrooke to do alone, assuming she even survived Hook vanishing. He's on his own, but he's not giving up just yet.

He grits his teeth, his one good hand tightening around the bars.] Like to see them try and make me work.

[behindcloseddoors]

They'll kill you if you don't comply. You'd die for your pride?

[unhand]

Better dead than a slave.

[behindcloseddoors]

[ a little hesitation: ] It's not entirely hopeless. There were some who came here to free the slaves. They may return.

[unhand]

[That's... something. As much as Hook would rather escape on his own and stick his hook into more people's necks. Too bad they TOOK HIS HOOK. They better not have melted it down or anything. He needs that.]

So what? Just hope they find a nice, cushy use for a one-handed slave while I wait?

[behindcloseddoors]

They'll go easier on you if you don't struggle.

[unhand]

What, live life as a sniveling coward until I'm rescued? That's not my way.

[Hook, you are going to die before you even join the knights stop it.]

[behindcloseddoors]

You say that now. [ there's a pause, and a sniffling sound. ] There's no way home, they say.

[unhand]

Home? [If Killian had ever had a home on land, he'd long ago lost track of it. The only home he knew had crashed into a mountain earlier.

Those blighters better not have hurt his ship.]

What if those rescuers show up?