Post by Agron on Jun 22, 2017 16:21:17 GMT
Tag: @kore blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
The war was over. And it had come at a cost. They had lost so many brothers and sisters. All that would be honored by those who lived in freedom. And it was those few that Agron continued to step onward for. With Spartacus gone, and so many others, Agron took it upon himself to lead the survivors of this war to a life where they could truly live, absent the shackles of Romans. It was what Spartacus had always wanted. And the best way to honor him and those who gave their lives for this cause. They had been traveling for some time before it was finally decided to make camp so that everyone could rest.
After all, it was not warriors they primarily had with them. But the elderly, and women and children. Once they found a safe spot, Agron assisted others in setting up their tents. His own physical capabilities were severely limited due to the two fucking holes in his hand. But he did what he could. A small party went out to hunt and they managed to find some food that would get them through the day. Agron aided in preparing it and distributing it. During the process, coming across an all too familiar face. Kore, from the house of Crassus. His trust for her was still . . . limited, but she was among them now. He extended the portioned food out to her. "You must keep strength," he instructed. "The path ahead of us is still long." They still had a ways to go until they were totally in the clear and could find land untainted by the Roman shits.
After all, it was not warriors they primarily had with them. But the elderly, and women and children. Once they found a safe spot, Agron assisted others in setting up their tents. His own physical capabilities were severely limited due to the two fucking holes in his hand. But he did what he could. A small party went out to hunt and they managed to find some food that would get them through the day. Agron aided in preparing it and distributing it. During the process, coming across an all too familiar face. Kore, from the house of Crassus. His trust for her was still . . . limited, but she was among them now. He extended the portioned food out to her. "You must keep strength," he instructed. "The path ahead of us is still long." They still had a ways to go until they were totally in the clear and could find land untainted by the Roman shits.
