Encounterlogs
Jayanths Odd Encounter Sr Irma
Jayanth found himself on the borderline of town on a chilling night, with a waning crescent moon partially obscured by dark grey stormclouds. The temperature had plummeted, and the forest boundary lay before him, splitting the Warden's Wood from the Western Forest. As he regained cell service, a sense of dread began to set in, and he instinctively knew that something about this night was amiss.
As he moved forward, the fear that gnawed at him intensified. Jayanth couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, the sensation crawling on his skin as if the very woods were alive. It wasn't long before that apprehension manifested into reality; something, or someone, made their presence known. Confronted with an encounter that would disturb the very fabric of his reality, Jayanth had to make a choice. Would he flee back to the safety of the town, or face this enigmatic presence? It was a decision that held more weight than he could imagine, for it might not only determine his fate but also the nature of his connection to the pulsing heart of the woods that stood ominously before him. The story concludes with the outcome of Jayanth's decision, solidifying his place within the lore of this odd encounter.
(Jayanth's odd encounter(SRIrma):SRIrma)
[Sat Jan 6 2024]
On Wooded Fleet Street Splitting Warden's Wood from the Western Forest
It is night, about 27F(-2C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning crescent moon.
And here Jayanth is, on the edge of town. He has cell service again, and some fear.
As he moved forward, the fear that gnawed at him intensified. Jayanth couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, the sensation crawling on his skin as if the very woods were alive. It wasn't long before that apprehension manifested into reality; something, or someone, made their presence known. Confronted with an encounter that would disturb the very fabric of his reality, Jayanth had to make a choice. Would he flee back to the safety of the town, or face this enigmatic presence? It was a decision that held more weight than he could imagine, for it might not only determine his fate but also the nature of his connection to the pulsing heart of the woods that stood ominously before him. The story concludes with the outcome of Jayanth's decision, solidifying his place within the lore of this odd encounter.
(Jayanth's odd encounter(SRIrma):SRIrma)
[Sat Jan 6 2024]
On Wooded Fleet Street Splitting Warden's Wood from the Western Forest
It is night, about 27F(-2C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning crescent moon.
And here Jayanth is, on the edge of town. He has cell service again, and some fear.