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. ]

Comments

[unhand]

[A beat. There's a reason int is his dump stat let him get there let him get there...]

What memory loss?

[behindcloseddoors]

... Most people who come here can't remember anything besides their name or... or not much more.

[unhand]

Does that extend to you?

[behindcloseddoors]

... No. I-- I remember much more.

[unhand]

Who are you? [NOT GIVING UP ON THIS. It's more a matter of pride than actually caring who his cellmate is.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ a bit of hesitation ] My name is Anira. Of the Tel-quessir. Or the wood elves, as the humans call us.

[unhand]

[Are there elves in fairy tale land? If so, Hook's forgotten about them I guess.] Is that like fairies?

[behindcloseddoors]

[ she sounds a little horrified lbr ] No. Fairies are more akin to dryads or nymphs. They are the feykind of the sky.

[unhand]

Right. [He really doesn't care.] Shouldn't you have some sort of magic to get us out of here?

[behindcloseddoors]

Not all elves are magic-users.

I imagine you must be human, making an assumption like that.

[unhand]

To be fair, I don't know a bloody thing about elves. I haven't been in this world very long.

[behindcloseddoors]

Is it all humans, where you came from? [ SOUNDS DREADFUL ]

[unhand]

No. There are also fairies and dwarves.

[behindcloseddoors]

Dwarves. [ she sounds a little disgusted, lbr ] Lucky you.

[unhand]

I don't know any personally.

[behindcloseddoors]

Then it sounds like you really were lucky.

[unhand]

Not a fan of dwarves, I take it?

[behindcloseddoors]

Few elves are. We have... history.

[unhand]

Sounds dull. [He notices a splash of color on his skin and pulls his sleeve up to reveal the rest of the tattoo. He doesn't remember getting it, or who Milah is. That's... disturbing.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ testily ] I didn't realize you had so many more interesting things taking up your attention right now.

[unhand]

Yeah, ending up in the wrong dimension and being enslaved's kind of distracting, it turns out.

[behindcloseddoors]

Dwelling on it isn't going to change the fact.

[unhand]

Nor will hearing tales of your inter-species rivalry.

[behindcloseddoors]

Fine. Try working on your brilliant escape plan then. See how far that gets you.

[unhand]

I will. [He sat down, glowering at the bars. He'd figure something out. Definitely.]