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Eliass Odd Encounter Sr Morgan 240729
On a mysterious night in Haven, Elias finds himself embroiled in an enigmatic encounter with a stranger named Justin outside the Lodge. Justin offers a cigarette and a drink, which Elias accepts, leading to an engaging conversation about their reasons for being in Haven. Despite the seemingly normal interaction, something feels off. Elias's journey to the Lodge on his motorcycle, his interaction with Justin, and their conversation at the bar blur together in a dreamlike sequence. As the narrative unfolds, it becomes evident that Elias is within a dream, experiencing a peculiar sense of déjà vu, struggling to discern reality from the dream. The encounter with Justin concludes as a fragment of Elias's imagination or possibly something more sinister related to the dream stalker's influence. Elias wakes up in his room, mulling over the bizarre dream, questioning its reality, and deciding to dismiss it as a result of exhaustion from his long motorcycle ride. Despite the oddities, he prepares to return to sleep, oblivious to the potential dangers that might be lurking in Haven or within his dreams.
The following day introduces Silvanus, navigating through Haven amidst a blend of ordinary and haunting anomalies. The town, plagued by a heatwave and ominous tales of monsters, sets the stage for an unsettling encounter. Silvanus, while walking down Main Street, perceives bizarre, threatening creatures lurking in the shadows of the alleys. With each step, the sense of dread intensifies as he spots a monstrosity with too many claws and teeth to belong to the natural world. His initial disbelief quickly turns into horror as the creature reveals itself, accompanied by another beast with bat-like wings, both seemingly torn from the fabric of a nightmare. This encounter thrusts Silvanus into a palpable sense of danger, as these nightmare creatures appear to recognize and target him specifically. The creatures' menacing demeanor and supernatural qualities hint at a deeper, darker influence at play in Haven, suggesting that the line between reality and nightmare might be more blurred than the residents realize.
(Elias's odd encounter(SRMorgan):SRMorgan)
[Sun Jul 28 2024]
On Hart Avenue
It is night, about 84F(28C) degrees, There is a last quarter moon.
(Your target has been singled out by a dream stalker who's invading their dreams. They cannot be woken, but their allies may be able to go into their dreams after them to help them fight off the invader and survive the nightmare.
)
It is night time, Elias has just arrived and either later into this very evening, or just for a short nap, they opt to take a rest. A long perhaps, or one just beginning either way, on this night, what is it they dream of?
Rolling up on his motorcycle, Elias comes to a rolling stop out front of the locally famous (infamous?) Lodge. He turns the key on his bike letting the rumbling die out. He runs his fingers through his dark hair as he scans his surroundings, "So, I guess I made it." He says to himself, letting his foot sink down, knocking down the kickstand. Oddly enough, the man is dressed in a fashion that isn't the most fitting for those riding motorcycles. He climbs off the bike, reaching into his blazer pocket, with a grumble, "Damn, I am out."
Trouble is coming for him, of course. Eventually maybe? Or perhaps it's already here. Dreamlike logic rules this place. So, perhaps it might be obvious enough that he pats his jacket. A figure walks over, man or woman, whatever Elias prefers if any at all. "Need a smoke?" they say, well it's not a cigar but perhaps it might do.
Squinting his gray-blue eyes over to the figure approaching him, Elias tries to make out details about the figure instinctively scanning the individual for the sign of any weapons, "It has been about a ten hour ride and I am starting to get the shakes. You know, old buddy Nic is having his fit." He says with a small smile touching his lips.
The man shrugs, giving Elias a once over. "Hell of a trip to make it all the way here. You're at the right place though," he gestures to the lodge. "Names Justin, nice to meetcha, buy you a drink?" he offers, the cigarette is extended over. "After the smoke of course," he smiles easily, toothy.
"Bourbon usually." The well-build man offers as reaches out to accept the cigarette, "Names Elias. So, Justin? What makes this the right place anyway?" Elias brings the cigarette to his nose, pulling it across as one might with a fine cigar oddly enough, before he brings it to his lips reaching for his lighter in his pocket.
"I'll getcha a drink on me then," Justin smiles, he gives him a gentle wave of his hands. A light is offered before he can reach for his. A torch lighter, unaffected by the wind and easy to light off of. "It's the right place cuz it's the lodge. Can't say much for Haven. What brings you to town?" he asks Elias gently. Acute senses reveal little, just a man, normal? Possibly? Easy to hide such things of course. But nothing sticks out as unusual.
Taking the man at face value at this point, Elias leans in to accept the light from the newly met stranger 'Justin', taking a few long drags from it. If it is poison, he seems to give the perfect action to make it take full effect, "Well, you know, a little of this and a little of that. Work mainly. I am in the import business."
He laughs softly and lights his own cigarette. He takes a drag off it, slow, before responding. "Import eh? Well lot of freight comes through here, you got a job at the docks or something?" He asks him, curiously.
"That is the hundred kay question, but I always land on my feet." Elias offers rather vaguely, flicking the end of his cigarette, letting ash trickle down onto the street before he returns it to his mouth, taking another puff. The dark haired haired man follows up question, perhaps deflecting from himself, "How about you, what do you do around these parts? I assume you are local?"
He smokes the cigarette down in pace with Elias. Giving a nod as he speaks. "Rough shit," he murmurs, sympathetic. He gestures. "I actually tend bar, was comin' out for a smoke break when I spotted you," he smiles. "Got family here or something?" He asks, gesturing him inside.
Glancing down at his watch, the background of the face of the watch depicting a clenched fist before he raises his gaze once more back to the 'bartender' with a small shrug, "Something like that, probably more work associates. You know, what they say, you work, you die, and you pay taxes. I am only going to try to do one of those, lets see which it ends up being." Elias chuckles before finishing up his cigarette, dropping it to the ground and crushing it out with his oxford, "So, what do people do for fun around here? Please don't tell me it is gutting fish and singing sea shanties. I mean, I love a good sea shanties now and again, but I am hoping for something more lively."
"No, there's a bit of that, but we're more a mix of urban fare. A lot of clubs, active nightlife," Justin explains to Elias. He grins at that though, dashing out his own cigarette. "What stuff you into?" the man asks as he moves to the door of the lodge to offer him in.
"I am into a good clubbing scene, drinking, the beach." Elias trails off for a moment, looking off to the east, "I hear there is some good beaches here." He does follow Justin into the Lodge without much though on the matter, "You know what they say, all work and no fun makes for a dull boy."
He laughs. "Ah well you came to the right place, lucky you," Justin offers Elias with a smile. The bar is active, people there, having drinks. Justin walks in, just beside the hotel, rooms aren't far. His mind replaces another memory, arriving, renting a room, going to sleep. This already happened. Deja vu, perhaps?
Rolling over in bed with a grumble, Elias sits up slowly, glancing once more at his watch. He pulls a flask from his jacket, taking a swig of bourbon from it before letting his feet press against the cold wooden floors, "What time is it anyway." Watching for a moment as the second hand ticks a long, passing the arcane crystals embedded there, "I must have drank too much, it is all kinda fuzzy. Like, didn't I do this already... or maybe.... no?"
The figure grins wide as Elias seems to pull himself from this dream. "See you soon," he murmurs. Then he finds himself awake, in his own room. No Justin. He knows that never happened, like a dream? Perhaps it deemed the information sufficient, whatever entity was within that dream. But does Elias know of things like that? Perhaps it'll be easier...better to just, chalk this one up to a weird dream.
Grumbling once more, Elias lays back down with his fingers interlocking behind his head, "Never do a ten hour ride in one go, always gives you weird dreams." He says sleepily before tucking himself back into bed for the evening to drift back off to sleep.
There is a quiet hush to his room now. Does he have enemies? have they already begun closing in? Or has Elias simply grabbed the attention of one of the countless individuals and powers to be that observe the space of haven? Perhaps it's a little hello, the green aura of his won't last forever
(Your target is attacked by monsters from the nightmare who've found a way through into our world. They need to survive for long enough for their allies to come help them.
)
Another day of an another week in Haven where heat waves have ravaged the poor town making everyone sweaty, grumpy and generally in a bad mood. Air conditioner breakdown reports have increased by 500/ over the last month and there is often workers seen toiling away on the roofs of buildings trying to fix the dratted things by means of concussive therapy.
The beach is thriving, with tourists and residents alike taking advantage of the coolness of the ocean, a full 15 degrees less then the air temp although the more aware residents would be wary of the reports of monsters in the area.
Tonight at least, has cooled down unlike the few nights that proceed and a gentle breeze blows on Main street where Silvanus is walking along. The streetlights are cold and dead but the early morning sun, with its weak rays is enough to light up all the dirt and dust of the main thoroughfare through town. Cars drive past slowly, some annoyed honks here and there as bikers zip through the streets uncaring of which side of the road they are on. Zombielike people are getting their coffees across town heedless of the danger the small town is about to undergo.
From the corner of his eye Silvanus notices something in the darkness of the alley he just walks past. Something shifting.. Something with by far too many claws... too many teeth to be anything real. His brain rejects it at first and he tells himself that it is just a figment of his imagination - it must have just been a shadow - a trash can overturned or even a busy stray cat darting through the shadows. He continue along the still quiet street but something... something still feels wrong. There is a sense of heaviness in the air. A certain tension one might get before one has to undertake an exam or tell someone bad news.. and it's more than just the tension headache one feels before one's had their morning coffee. The humidity was high - but the day hadn't even gotten that hot yet and it shouldn't be THAT stifling. But it was.
A breeze ripples past Silvanus as he continues along the street, the next alley - another shadow. Was it the same one? He swore he just saw those claws... Those monstrous drooling teeth. This too his brain rejects but his steps slow and his brain convinces him to just take another peek.
The double glance confirms the presence of teeth. And fangs. As a creature, surely something from the nightmare or at least SOMEONE'S nightmare stares out from the alley at Silvanus. Slitted eyes, the colour of mustard stare out from something that couldn't be called someone - just a thing, a creature that looked utterly wrong. Covered in shaggy black fur, the monster had four legs and three arms. A third eye blinks open on it's forehead - a gruesome blood coloured eye that stares at Silvanus as a low rumbling growl comes from the alley. The growling grows louder - and certainly mundanes might think it's the rumble of a car or something but a deep, primal part of Silvanus knows that isn't it. Teeth part, each one as long as a dagger and dripping with drool as the creature takes one single lumbering step out of the alley. Claws dig into the cement - digging chunks as it fixates on Silvanus and the growling gets louder as it takes a step before being distracted by something above.
If Silvanus deemed to look up - or could tear his eyes away from the disgusting monster before him, he would notice another one. This one hung from the roof the nearby store, leathering wings of a bat crinkling in the morning air as it spreads them. Looking more like ape with wings than any sort of actual bat, the creature's head turns 180 degeres to look at Silvanus. Sporting another pair of yellow eyes, a screech that could shatter glass fills the main street and spooks people, making them duck and look over their shoulders. It looks back down at the one below and then they both look at Silvanus. Teeth snap together audiably as the 6 legged creature makes a loud yip and charges out of the alleyway straight for Silvanus.
The following day introduces Silvanus, navigating through Haven amidst a blend of ordinary and haunting anomalies. The town, plagued by a heatwave and ominous tales of monsters, sets the stage for an unsettling encounter. Silvanus, while walking down Main Street, perceives bizarre, threatening creatures lurking in the shadows of the alleys. With each step, the sense of dread intensifies as he spots a monstrosity with too many claws and teeth to belong to the natural world. His initial disbelief quickly turns into horror as the creature reveals itself, accompanied by another beast with bat-like wings, both seemingly torn from the fabric of a nightmare. This encounter thrusts Silvanus into a palpable sense of danger, as these nightmare creatures appear to recognize and target him specifically. The creatures' menacing demeanor and supernatural qualities hint at a deeper, darker influence at play in Haven, suggesting that the line between reality and nightmare might be more blurred than the residents realize.
(Elias's odd encounter(SRMorgan):SRMorgan)
[Sun Jul 28 2024]
On Hart Avenue
It is night, about 84F(28C) degrees, There is a last quarter moon.
(Your target has been singled out by a dream stalker who's invading their dreams. They cannot be woken, but their allies may be able to go into their dreams after them to help them fight off the invader and survive the nightmare.
)
It is night time, Elias has just arrived and either later into this very evening, or just for a short nap, they opt to take a rest. A long perhaps, or one just beginning either way, on this night, what is it they dream of?
Rolling up on his motorcycle, Elias comes to a rolling stop out front of the locally famous (infamous?) Lodge. He turns the key on his bike letting the rumbling die out. He runs his fingers through his dark hair as he scans his surroundings, "So, I guess I made it." He says to himself, letting his foot sink down, knocking down the kickstand. Oddly enough, the man is dressed in a fashion that isn't the most fitting for those riding motorcycles. He climbs off the bike, reaching into his blazer pocket, with a grumble, "Damn, I am out."
Trouble is coming for him, of course. Eventually maybe? Or perhaps it's already here. Dreamlike logic rules this place. So, perhaps it might be obvious enough that he pats his jacket. A figure walks over, man or woman, whatever Elias prefers if any at all. "Need a smoke?" they say, well it's not a cigar but perhaps it might do.
Squinting his gray-blue eyes over to the figure approaching him, Elias tries to make out details about the figure instinctively scanning the individual for the sign of any weapons, "It has been about a ten hour ride and I am starting to get the shakes. You know, old buddy Nic is having his fit." He says with a small smile touching his lips.
The man shrugs, giving Elias a once over. "Hell of a trip to make it all the way here. You're at the right place though," he gestures to the lodge. "Names Justin, nice to meetcha, buy you a drink?" he offers, the cigarette is extended over. "After the smoke of course," he smiles easily, toothy.
"Bourbon usually." The well-build man offers as reaches out to accept the cigarette, "Names Elias. So, Justin? What makes this the right place anyway?" Elias brings the cigarette to his nose, pulling it across as one might with a fine cigar oddly enough, before he brings it to his lips reaching for his lighter in his pocket.
"I'll getcha a drink on me then," Justin smiles, he gives him a gentle wave of his hands. A light is offered before he can reach for his. A torch lighter, unaffected by the wind and easy to light off of. "It's the right place cuz it's the lodge. Can't say much for Haven. What brings you to town?" he asks Elias gently. Acute senses reveal little, just a man, normal? Possibly? Easy to hide such things of course. But nothing sticks out as unusual.
Taking the man at face value at this point, Elias leans in to accept the light from the newly met stranger 'Justin', taking a few long drags from it. If it is poison, he seems to give the perfect action to make it take full effect, "Well, you know, a little of this and a little of that. Work mainly. I am in the import business."
He laughs softly and lights his own cigarette. He takes a drag off it, slow, before responding. "Import eh? Well lot of freight comes through here, you got a job at the docks or something?" He asks him, curiously.
"That is the hundred kay question, but I always land on my feet." Elias offers rather vaguely, flicking the end of his cigarette, letting ash trickle down onto the street before he returns it to his mouth, taking another puff. The dark haired haired man follows up question, perhaps deflecting from himself, "How about you, what do you do around these parts? I assume you are local?"
He smokes the cigarette down in pace with Elias. Giving a nod as he speaks. "Rough shit," he murmurs, sympathetic. He gestures. "I actually tend bar, was comin' out for a smoke break when I spotted you," he smiles. "Got family here or something?" He asks, gesturing him inside.
Glancing down at his watch, the background of the face of the watch depicting a clenched fist before he raises his gaze once more back to the 'bartender' with a small shrug, "Something like that, probably more work associates. You know, what they say, you work, you die, and you pay taxes. I am only going to try to do one of those, lets see which it ends up being." Elias chuckles before finishing up his cigarette, dropping it to the ground and crushing it out with his oxford, "So, what do people do for fun around here? Please don't tell me it is gutting fish and singing sea shanties. I mean, I love a good sea shanties now and again, but I am hoping for something more lively."
"No, there's a bit of that, but we're more a mix of urban fare. A lot of clubs, active nightlife," Justin explains to Elias. He grins at that though, dashing out his own cigarette. "What stuff you into?" the man asks as he moves to the door of the lodge to offer him in.
"I am into a good clubbing scene, drinking, the beach." Elias trails off for a moment, looking off to the east, "I hear there is some good beaches here." He does follow Justin into the Lodge without much though on the matter, "You know what they say, all work and no fun makes for a dull boy."
He laughs. "Ah well you came to the right place, lucky you," Justin offers Elias with a smile. The bar is active, people there, having drinks. Justin walks in, just beside the hotel, rooms aren't far. His mind replaces another memory, arriving, renting a room, going to sleep. This already happened. Deja vu, perhaps?
Rolling over in bed with a grumble, Elias sits up slowly, glancing once more at his watch. He pulls a flask from his jacket, taking a swig of bourbon from it before letting his feet press against the cold wooden floors, "What time is it anyway." Watching for a moment as the second hand ticks a long, passing the arcane crystals embedded there, "I must have drank too much, it is all kinda fuzzy. Like, didn't I do this already... or maybe.... no?"
The figure grins wide as Elias seems to pull himself from this dream. "See you soon," he murmurs. Then he finds himself awake, in his own room. No Justin. He knows that never happened, like a dream? Perhaps it deemed the information sufficient, whatever entity was within that dream. But does Elias know of things like that? Perhaps it'll be easier...better to just, chalk this one up to a weird dream.
Grumbling once more, Elias lays back down with his fingers interlocking behind his head, "Never do a ten hour ride in one go, always gives you weird dreams." He says sleepily before tucking himself back into bed for the evening to drift back off to sleep.
There is a quiet hush to his room now. Does he have enemies? have they already begun closing in? Or has Elias simply grabbed the attention of one of the countless individuals and powers to be that observe the space of haven? Perhaps it's a little hello, the green aura of his won't last forever
(Your target is attacked by monsters from the nightmare who've found a way through into our world. They need to survive for long enough for their allies to come help them.
)
Another day of an another week in Haven where heat waves have ravaged the poor town making everyone sweaty, grumpy and generally in a bad mood. Air conditioner breakdown reports have increased by 500/ over the last month and there is often workers seen toiling away on the roofs of buildings trying to fix the dratted things by means of concussive therapy.
The beach is thriving, with tourists and residents alike taking advantage of the coolness of the ocean, a full 15 degrees less then the air temp although the more aware residents would be wary of the reports of monsters in the area.
Tonight at least, has cooled down unlike the few nights that proceed and a gentle breeze blows on Main street where Silvanus is walking along. The streetlights are cold and dead but the early morning sun, with its weak rays is enough to light up all the dirt and dust of the main thoroughfare through town. Cars drive past slowly, some annoyed honks here and there as bikers zip through the streets uncaring of which side of the road they are on. Zombielike people are getting their coffees across town heedless of the danger the small town is about to undergo.
From the corner of his eye Silvanus notices something in the darkness of the alley he just walks past. Something shifting.. Something with by far too many claws... too many teeth to be anything real. His brain rejects it at first and he tells himself that it is just a figment of his imagination - it must have just been a shadow - a trash can overturned or even a busy stray cat darting through the shadows. He continue along the still quiet street but something... something still feels wrong. There is a sense of heaviness in the air. A certain tension one might get before one has to undertake an exam or tell someone bad news.. and it's more than just the tension headache one feels before one's had their morning coffee. The humidity was high - but the day hadn't even gotten that hot yet and it shouldn't be THAT stifling. But it was.
A breeze ripples past Silvanus as he continues along the street, the next alley - another shadow. Was it the same one? He swore he just saw those claws... Those monstrous drooling teeth. This too his brain rejects but his steps slow and his brain convinces him to just take another peek.
The double glance confirms the presence of teeth. And fangs. As a creature, surely something from the nightmare or at least SOMEONE'S nightmare stares out from the alley at Silvanus. Slitted eyes, the colour of mustard stare out from something that couldn't be called someone - just a thing, a creature that looked utterly wrong. Covered in shaggy black fur, the monster had four legs and three arms. A third eye blinks open on it's forehead - a gruesome blood coloured eye that stares at Silvanus as a low rumbling growl comes from the alley. The growling grows louder - and certainly mundanes might think it's the rumble of a car or something but a deep, primal part of Silvanus knows that isn't it. Teeth part, each one as long as a dagger and dripping with drool as the creature takes one single lumbering step out of the alley. Claws dig into the cement - digging chunks as it fixates on Silvanus and the growling gets louder as it takes a step before being distracted by something above.
If Silvanus deemed to look up - or could tear his eyes away from the disgusting monster before him, he would notice another one. This one hung from the roof the nearby store, leathering wings of a bat crinkling in the morning air as it spreads them. Looking more like ape with wings than any sort of actual bat, the creature's head turns 180 degeres to look at Silvanus. Sporting another pair of yellow eyes, a screech that could shatter glass fills the main street and spooks people, making them duck and look over their shoulders. It looks back down at the one below and then they both look at Silvanus. Teeth snap together audiably as the 6 legged creature makes a loud yip and charges out of the alleyway straight for Silvanus.