{"id":23133,"date":"2025-07-26T05:28:52","date_gmt":"2025-07-26T09:28:52","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2025-07-26T05:28:52","modified_gmt":"2025-07-26T09:28:52","slug":"encounter-799","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/2025\/07\/26\/encounter-799\/","title":{"rendered":"Amber&#8217;s Friday evening odd encounter(Amber)"},"content":{"rendered":"<style>\n    .edgt-post-text-inner p {\n        margin-bottom: 35px !important;\n    }\n    <\/style>\n<p><strong>Date:<\/strong> 2025-07-25 17:25<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008000\">               (<\/span>Amber&#8217;s Friday evening odd encounter(Amber):Amber<span style=\"color:#008000\">)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008080\">        [<\/span>Fri Jul 25 2025<span style=\"color:#008080\">]<\/span><\/p>\n<p>In Den<br \/>This room makes for a spacious area for people to play games or simply socialize. A wide, squarish table, low to the ground like a coffee table, dominates the center of the room. Around it are bean bag chairs and other low-sitting pieces of furniture. Close to the western wall, which lacks any windows, is another table that sits higher-up, more like a dining table. This, too, is surrounded by chairs of appropriate height. The floor&#8217;s entryway is to the east, while a room lined by large windows is to the south.<\/p>\n<p>It is about <span style=\"color:#808000\">65<\/span>F(<span style=\"color:#808000\">18<\/span>C) degrees.  The mist is heaviest <span style=\"color:#c1f9fe\">A<span style=\"color:#c5f6f6\">t<span style=\"color:#c8f3ed\"> <span style=\"color:#cbf1e4\">H<span style=\"color:#cdeedb\">i<span style=\"color:#cfecd3\">g<span style=\"color:#d1e9ca\">h<span style=\"color:#d3e7c1\"> <span style=\"color:#d5e4b8\">a<span style=\"color:#d6e2b0\">n<span style=\"color:#d7e0a7\">d<span style=\"color:#d8dd9e\"> <span style=\"color:#d9db96\">O<span style=\"color:#dad88d\">a<span style=\"color:#dad684\">k<span style=\"color:#dad47b\">w<span style=\"color:#dbd172\">o<span style=\"color:#dbcf69\">o<span style=\"color:#dacd5f\">d\/span>\/span<\/span\n\n<br \/>(Your target and their allies encounter the former thrall of a vampire who has run away from their previous master. Probably at least slightly mind controlled they&#8217;re likely confused and struggling with their decision. The characters need to either help them found a new life, or send them back to their owner.<br \/>\n)<\/p>\n<p>As Lillian and <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Amber<\/span> lounge in the den, enjoying a lazy afternoon, there is a knock on the front door.  <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Amber<\/span> groans, sinking into the furniture, &#8220;I&#8217;ve been out all day. I am so done with sun. Could you get it?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Lillian pops up and out of her beanbag chair. &#8220;If you insist, you lazy little thing.&#8221; She ruffles the top of Amber&#8217;s head playfully on the way past her and descends the stairs. She&#8217;s in no hurry, but isn&#8217;t necessarily slow about her descent either. She doesn&#8217;t check out a window before opening the door to peek at whoever is knocking. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I was out in the noonday sun fighting monsters! For us!&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Amber<\/span> complains when she&#8217;s called lazy. She doesn&#8217;t bother fixing her hair. It was already a mess.  <\/p>\n<p>Outside, there lingers a man. Pale, emaciated, scraggly hair visible despite the black hoodie keeping him mostly concealed.  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;H-hey, uh. Can I come in? It&#8217;s, uh. It&#8217;s really hot out here, and I&#8217;m really thirsty,&#8221; she whines, pleads. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Lillian&#8217;s<\/span> brows furrow at the sight of the figure outside the door, an expression that only turns into a glare at their request. &#8220;What? No. I&#8217;m not letting some total rando into our home. If you want water, I can bring it to you while you wait -outside-. And I will do no more than that.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>The man looks devastated by this news, reaching forward to try to prevent the door from being closed on him. His hood falls down, revealing a number of familiar-looking bites on his neck. They seem slow to heal, and at least one might be infected.  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Come on, please. I can&#8217;t wait out here. I&#8217;ll die from the heat if The Eternal Master doesn&#8217;t find me first. Just a little while? Until it gets cooler out?&#8221; he pleads, trying to push his way in. There is, at least, no attempt at harm or violence. Just desperate escape from the heat and the &#8216;Master.&#8217; <\/p>\n<p>Lillian scoffs with indignation at his attempt to force his way inside. &#8220;Fuck. Okay! Get inside! Whatever!&#8221; she says, opening the door only just enough for him to get inside before promptly slamming it shut behind him. &#8220;Amber!&#8221; she then calls out, a hand to her face to help direct the noise upstairs. &#8220;This seems like a you kind of issue!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>The thrall scurries away from the door and any window, pulling his hood back up as if expecting someone here to recognize him. As for <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Amber<\/span>, there is no response. It is late in the day, and she may well have lost the fight with daysleep.  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Bless you, Mistress,&#8221; he says in a whiny voice, bowing obsequious, &#8220;I beg you for some water. I just need a little help to escape The Eternal Master.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Lillian glares at him, up until he calls her &#8216;mistress&#8217; and bows. At that point, she starts to smile with delight. &#8220;I suppose it&#8217;s no trouble to offer you this kindness. Come with me to the kitchen. I&#8217;ll get you some water.&#8221; And so she starts heading off down the hallway, toward where the dining room and kitchen sit at the back of the first floor. <\/p>\n<p>The man follows with quiet, shuffling steps, looking around every corner and shadow as if expecting something to be there. A hand reaches up to itch at the infected bite on his neck.  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You&#8217;ve been so kind, Mistress. Almost as kind as The Eternal Master when he saved me from my old life,&#8221; she offers in a weasely tone, &#8220;I would hate to trouble you for more, but if I could have a little money? For the bus. When I leave this city, I&#8217;ll be free to start over.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Lillian pours a glass of water from the fridge&#8217;s dispenser, but does not add any ice to the glass. Strangers who force themselves inside in desperation don&#8217;t get ice with their water. &#8220;Before I go that far, I&#8217;m going to need you to tell me about who this &#8216;Eternal Master&#8217; of yours is.&#8221; She offers him the glass. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;He is the Lord of the Night. Dark God of Living Blood,&#8221; the man seems almost entranced as he speaks, looking off into the distance as if seeing this &#8216;divine&#8217; being in his minds eye, &#8220;My savior and my owner. All are blessed in his presence, especially those who nourish him.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>He seems distracted, as if in reverence, for a few long moments. Then he looks back to Lillian, &#8220;I&#8217;m not worthy, and he is too kind to banish me as I deserve. So I&#8217;m fleeing so I might use the blessings he&#8217;s given me and start a new life in his gracious honor. Surely it is what he truly wants for me.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Lillian studies him critically for a moment or two. Something about her gaze seems skeptical. &#8220;Did you not just tell me, at my front door, that you&#8217;ll die from the heat if he doesn&#8217;t get you first? It sounds like you are running from him and believe he will kill you. Plus your bite wounds look absolutely nasty.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>The man itches at his neck some more, awkwardly admitting, &#8220;He would take me home, and his Blessed Kindness would ensure I serve him forever, despite being ill-suited.&#8221; The wound opens up again and bleeds some before he pulls his hand away. He looks less sure at Lillian&#8217;s words, &#8220;I&#8217;m- I&#8217;m being a good servant, yes? Sparing him from my unworthy service?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Lillian&#8217;s<\/span> expression remains skeptical. &#8220;And what, pray tell, makes your service so unworthy? Hm?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>The man holds his arms out, fingers still bloodied from scratching, and looks down at himself and then to Lillian, &#8220;Look at me. I cannot nourish him properly. I can&#8217;t carry his burdens. I&#8217;m no cook nor tailor. Should he not have the chance to find a more worthy servant?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Lillian rolls her eyes dramatically. &#8220;If he is your master, then he will determine that, no? Has he expressed any displeasure with you? Said anything about you disappointing him? Acted as if you are failing him?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>The man&#8217;s eyes widen. He pales, even. He looks horrified at these words. &#8220;You&#8217;re right. I presumed to know the Master&#8217;s desires. I overstepped my bounds. I should return to him at once,&#8221; he says, though he gives a questioning look for confirmation to Lillian. <\/p>\n<p>Lillian raises an eyebrow at the man, then looks down at her nails to idly inspect those. &#8220;I don&#8217;t know. Why is your bite wound infected? What makes you unable to &#8216;nourish him properly&#8217;?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I ran without letting the nurse treat it,&#8221; he admits, looking down to his bloodied fingers, &#8220;And look at me. I am too thin. Not enough blood. No flavor, I&#8217;m sure.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You are truly a baffling thing,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Lillian<\/span> says, leaning back against a wall and crossing her arms. &#8220;And now you&#8217;re waiting for my permission to stay or go, is that it? You don&#8217;t exactly seem like a loyal thrall.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>There is confusion in his face. Then, something clicks in his addled mind. He looks angry.  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll show you! I&#8217;m loyal! I&#8217;m going back! You won&#8217;t stop me!&#8221; and he&#8217;s abandoning the water to head back for the door, though his frail frame gives his fury all the substance of a ghost. <\/p>\n<p>Lillian huffs. &#8220;Get back here!&#8221; she commands as she reaches into her pocket. She marches off behind him, fisting a few dollars out of that pocket along the way. Assuming she catches him, she shoves the money into his hand. &#8220;Fucking take the bus and go. You&#8217;re dying. This life isn&#8217;t for you. And, like, if a vampire is going to eat you I&#8217;d rather that vampire be my girlfriend.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Once more, the man looks confused. But it doesn&#8217;t matter much once Lillian&#8217;s eyes do the hard work of convincing. He nods, hesitant, before snatching the money and making a run for it. For such a frail looking guy, he sure can move. But it&#8217;s clear he won&#8217;t be back again. <\/p>\n<p>Lillian sighs with exasperation, and maybe a small amount of relief, before closing the door and heading back upstairs to rejoin her girlfriend. <br \/><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Date: 2025-07-25 17:25 (Amber&#8217;s Friday evening odd encounter(Amber):Amber) [Fri Jul 25 2025] In DenThis room makes for a spacious area for people to play games or simply socialize. 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