Agron (romanicide) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-06-22 23:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: agron, character: gretel |
WHO: Agron and Gretel
WHERE: Sleepy Hollow hotel
WHEN: Sunday night
WHAT: Agron's arrival is not a peaceful one.
WARNINGS: Language. Much language.
Slumber receded quickly from Agron's mind, the dull agony of his resting injuries turning to a full stabbing pain before soothing off once more as nothing but a discomfort, a tingle in his extremities that reminded him mostly of their presence but not of their severity. At first be believed Nasir to have found some balm to calm and dull the injury that plagued him, his hands aching much less than they should all things considered, but a careful twist found not Nasir by his side, but a vacant spot in an unfamiliar setting.
With little regard to what might still be aching, Agron twisted around and to his feet, staring at the unusual area he was left in. A bed sat before him, strange since he had settled in little more than a soft roll the previous night, Nasir to his back as they slowly managed to drift following the harrowing days they'd spent separated and the dark memories following Crixus' pyre.
This was not the encampment. The ground was weighted strangely beneath his feet, not stone but hard enough to carry the weight of many items, the walls were decorated strangely and the room void but still not in a strange manner.
Standing at full stature, Agron climbed from the crouch on the ground, surprised at the lack of stiffness to his body before marching around the furniture in the room, heading to what he assumed and hoped was the door. Strange though it was, a flimsy wooden structure with a strange brass knob, Agron lay one hand on the hilt of his blade at his belt, and the other on the door to open it, stepping back as it creaked before strutting into the passage way and halting.
What by the Gods had happened?