Encounterlogs
Sams Odd Encounter Sr Maria 250409
The cozy living room of Sam's house, a place usually filled with comfort, becomes the eerie backdrop for a supernatural encounter when the tranquility is shattered by the malfunction and eventual explosion of his television. This event, initially dismissed as an electrical mishap, swiftly escalates into a peculiar silence that envelops the area, hinting at a presence far beyond the mundane. Sam, a character not easily spooked nor unfamiliar with the occult, recognizes the signs of a haunting — not just any spirit, but one powerful and tormented, holding onto the earthly plane with a formidable will. His initial reaction to the broken TV transitions into a determined resolve to confront whatever entity has invaded his home, leading him to prepare for a ritual confrontation.
Armed with an arcane focus, a human finger-bone on a silver cord, and a deep knowledge of the supernatural, Sam makes his way to his ritual room with practiced ease, despite the unnerving darkness that has engulfed his home. With the ghost aggressively manifesting in the living room, lying in wait for him, he comprehends the gravity and immediacy of the threat. Opting for speed over protection, Sam forgoes armor, instead anointing a kris knife with blood and whispering a prayer to the Serpent of Duat for strength. As he attempts to blend magic with physical action, stepping through reality to gain the advantage, the story leaves us at the precipice of a clash between the arcanist and the ghost, a confrontation bursting with potential for either resolution or further turmoil.
(Sam's odd encounter(SRMaria):SRMaria)
[Wed Apr 2 2025]
In a Cozy Living Room
The walls of this room shifts in shades, from the blue of the entryway shifting to teal to the kitchen in the east, swinging to a vibrant green after coming back in, dipping into the book nook, before turning teal and blue more rapidly on the western wall, so that it fades perfectly into the blue of that doorway.
The walls of this room shifts in shades, from the blue of the entryway shifting to teal to the kitchen in the east, swinging to a vibrant green after coming back in, dipping into the book nook, before turning teal and blue more rapidly on the western wall, so that it The booknook to the south counterpoints directly to the TV setup on the north end, with its modern console and hidden wiring. The couch, black leather, sits against the western wall, with an ottoman against the southern wall perfect for whoever is in the corner to put their feet on. In the western half of the center of the room, in easy reach of the couch, is an old, round wooden table, where anyone can place their food and drinks.perfectly into the blue of that doorway.
Soft plush carpeting round off the room, cut off sharply at the eastern end by the kitchen's linoleum, no wall between the two areas. This allows those in the kitchen to watch the TV, or easily speak to those lounging in the living room.
It is afternoon, about 55F(12C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(A ghost with only fragments of memory that have driven them near insane is attacking your target. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
"The flood proved to be much more damaging than what the reports usually suggested." Spoke the man in a suit, trapped in the TV. "Although Haven is no stranger to natural disasters, particularly floods. The residents find themselves at a loss as they try to ascertain the damage. FEMA and various NGO's reported that Haven is looking at 'moderate' levels of damage in finances." He points to a graph, which appears next to him at a moment's notice. "The experts are still investigating the cause for the rise in the water levels. While the flooding did end up calming down, and as much as 33/ of the affected areas had their danger status set as 'cleared', there is no telling whether the water will continue to rise."
Right, the flood. With all the weird ghosts... The gears spin in the man's head, and it doesn't really take him too long to figure out that in fact - there's something else at the play, something foul, one may even dare say - supernatural. Obviously The Haven Weather Service and the news reports would never say that - but truth of the matter appears to be far more complicated than initially expected. The supernatural sightings of ghosts, and the feelings of being drowned did quell down a little, if not stop outright. But what exactly happened? The dead shifting between planes of existence rarely just disappear, those spirits will hold onto what little memory of life they have.
Before he can brainstorm the exact happenings however. A mute bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt seems to start taking place, the source was the TV, the man's voice grew a little bit distorted - and what other warnings he wanted to give were unable to be heard, technology - one cannot rely on it too much these days, it seems... And yet, this particular situation worsens by the minute, as the static becomes more, and more unbearable... And then-
BBBzzzzzz... POP! Horrible stench of burned electronic fills up the room, the TV turns off shortly afterwards. Leaving Sam in deafening silence, that kind of silence which makes seconds feel like minutes, and minutes like hours- and hours, like days.
Pushing up off of his seat, Sam lets out a long sigh. He looks over at the T.V, and mutters softly. "For the love of..."
Some annoyance escapes the jock's lips, and he prods at it a few times, the man having absolutely zero idea of electronics. His eyes roam around the room, and finally, he just shrugs, turning around, and heading towards the bathroom to the north, lingering near the door for a few moments yet.
And so Sam found a certain kind of solitude in his own mind. Perhaps the greater picture has grazed his mind, but coincidences do happen. There is no use beind on edge over every small thing that happens in life, many supernaturals - no, in fact, even the mundane people embroiled in the politics of supernaturals find themselves becoming nothing more but paranoid freaks that are afraid of their own shadows. A hairy man could be a werewolf - or he could just be that, a hairy man, a gothic looking pale person could be a vampire, or just a ghost - his knowledge is extensive, but everything could sometimes be explained as simply that, a coincidence.
But this? This situation? Is starting to look a lot, lot less like mere coincidence. As the man leaves to the bathroom he realizes that the electricty above him is also acting up, he is not an electrician, sure. But even an uneducated person can start telling that something is seriously wrong here. The demure cracking and the more energetic bzzzzzzzt is then followed by another embarrassing silence, the man would be allowed his trip to the bathroom, yet- those same lights start to act up, turning off and on, only for the lightbulbs to violently EXPLODE` and scatter themselves all across the room like a fragmentation grenade detonating mid-air. The man - although not at all at risk of such machinations, finds himself in the dark - and the setting sun in the distance provides very little, if no light at all.
It is thanks to the fact that Sam is no average man, that he can see in the darkness. And in his mind he can be sure - that this is no mere coincidence, someone is in this room- his house. And his extensive knowledge on the occult leads him to believe that this is a classic case of haunting, yet the power and energy in this particular spirit is strong - he's not dealing with average, recently dead spirit, but a strong willed one. Someone who is grasping onto his undeath with unyielding willpower, a curse that keeps the damned fool in this state of constant pain and turmoil.
Heading over to his ritual room, Sam fishes his arcane focus from under his shirt; A human finger-bone suspended on a silver cord. The runes on the thing glow as he carefully traverses the darkness of his house, taking the most direct route... Master bedroom, hallway, sparring room, hidden doorway... ritual room.
Once there, the jock bows to the sprawling mural of the cobra on the western wall, and kneels down in the triangle of dried blood there. A soft hiss escapes his lips as he narrows his eyes, and focusses hsi arcane senses on locating his un-welcome guest.
The path proves to be deceptively simple, lacking in any challenge as he fished for his arcane focus. Only darkness which he was oh-so used to. The ghostly disturbance is located quite quickly, and with that, Sam also realizes why it has been so quiet since the ligths were turned off - the ghost was preparing for something! Indeed, much like the arcanist prepared his spell, the ill-meaning spirit had it's own reservations, the source of the disturabance was in the living room, and judging by the negative energy - currently manifesting, a manifestation which otherwise could've been prevented had he caught in in the act..
...But it is what the ghost wanted, to lure Sam away in order to take it's time and step in proper. Clearly, it was out for blood, as ghost-entities rarely can manifest themselves in reality for a long period of time, such carries risk to them, he had a purpose - even if such purpose probably began and ended at tasting Sam's flesh. Just how the Arcanist handle this situation?
Taking a strange kris knife from his pocket, Sam narrows his eyes. Briefly, he closes them, and he lets out a shudder. He looks over to his closet, considering armor... but no time. Instead, he smears some blood onto the knife. No time for long -stretched rituals, so a soft, rapid prayer is uttered, aimed at the Serpent of Duat, the one who consumes within the darkness.
Then, the jock turns, extending a hand as he narrows his eyes, looking from the sparring room into the living room. His focus glows, and at the same time, the jock tries to step through reality, as the supernatural sometimes can do, and Path behind it, hoping his 1-2 combination of magic and quick Pathing might give him the opening needed to plunge that knife into the unwelcome guest.
Armed with an arcane focus, a human finger-bone on a silver cord, and a deep knowledge of the supernatural, Sam makes his way to his ritual room with practiced ease, despite the unnerving darkness that has engulfed his home. With the ghost aggressively manifesting in the living room, lying in wait for him, he comprehends the gravity and immediacy of the threat. Opting for speed over protection, Sam forgoes armor, instead anointing a kris knife with blood and whispering a prayer to the Serpent of Duat for strength. As he attempts to blend magic with physical action, stepping through reality to gain the advantage, the story leaves us at the precipice of a clash between the arcanist and the ghost, a confrontation bursting with potential for either resolution or further turmoil.
(Sam's odd encounter(SRMaria):SRMaria)
[Wed Apr 2 2025]
In a Cozy Living Room
The walls of this room shifts in shades, from the blue of the entryway shifting to teal to the kitchen in the east, swinging to a vibrant green after coming back in, dipping into the book nook, before turning teal and blue more rapidly on the western wall, so that it fades perfectly into the blue of that doorway.
The walls of this room shifts in shades, from the blue of the entryway shifting to teal to the kitchen in the east, swinging to a vibrant green after coming back in, dipping into the book nook, before turning teal and blue more rapidly on the western wall, so that it The booknook to the south counterpoints directly to the TV setup on the north end, with its modern console and hidden wiring. The couch, black leather, sits against the western wall, with an ottoman against the southern wall perfect for whoever is in the corner to put their feet on. In the western half of the center of the room, in easy reach of the couch, is an old, round wooden table, where anyone can place their food and drinks.perfectly into the blue of that doorway.
Soft plush carpeting round off the room, cut off sharply at the eastern end by the kitchen's linoleum, no wall between the two areas. This allows those in the kitchen to watch the TV, or easily speak to those lounging in the living room.
It is afternoon, about 55F(12C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(A ghost with only fragments of memory that have driven them near insane is attacking your target. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
"The flood proved to be much more damaging than what the reports usually suggested." Spoke the man in a suit, trapped in the TV. "Although Haven is no stranger to natural disasters, particularly floods. The residents find themselves at a loss as they try to ascertain the damage. FEMA and various NGO's reported that Haven is looking at 'moderate' levels of damage in finances." He points to a graph, which appears next to him at a moment's notice. "The experts are still investigating the cause for the rise in the water levels. While the flooding did end up calming down, and as much as 33/ of the affected areas had their danger status set as 'cleared', there is no telling whether the water will continue to rise."
Right, the flood. With all the weird ghosts... The gears spin in the man's head, and it doesn't really take him too long to figure out that in fact - there's something else at the play, something foul, one may even dare say - supernatural. Obviously The Haven Weather Service and the news reports would never say that - but truth of the matter appears to be far more complicated than initially expected. The supernatural sightings of ghosts, and the feelings of being drowned did quell down a little, if not stop outright. But what exactly happened? The dead shifting between planes of existence rarely just disappear, those spirits will hold onto what little memory of life they have.
Before he can brainstorm the exact happenings however. A mute bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt seems to start taking place, the source was the TV, the man's voice grew a little bit distorted - and what other warnings he wanted to give were unable to be heard, technology - one cannot rely on it too much these days, it seems... And yet, this particular situation worsens by the minute, as the static becomes more, and more unbearable... And then-
BBBzzzzzz... POP! Horrible stench of burned electronic fills up the room, the TV turns off shortly afterwards. Leaving Sam in deafening silence, that kind of silence which makes seconds feel like minutes, and minutes like hours- and hours, like days.
Pushing up off of his seat, Sam lets out a long sigh. He looks over at the T.V, and mutters softly. "For the love of..."
Some annoyance escapes the jock's lips, and he prods at it a few times, the man having absolutely zero idea of electronics. His eyes roam around the room, and finally, he just shrugs, turning around, and heading towards the bathroom to the north, lingering near the door for a few moments yet.
And so Sam found a certain kind of solitude in his own mind. Perhaps the greater picture has grazed his mind, but coincidences do happen. There is no use beind on edge over every small thing that happens in life, many supernaturals - no, in fact, even the mundane people embroiled in the politics of supernaturals find themselves becoming nothing more but paranoid freaks that are afraid of their own shadows. A hairy man could be a werewolf - or he could just be that, a hairy man, a gothic looking pale person could be a vampire, or just a ghost - his knowledge is extensive, but everything could sometimes be explained as simply that, a coincidence.
But this? This situation? Is starting to look a lot, lot less like mere coincidence. As the man leaves to the bathroom he realizes that the electricty above him is also acting up, he is not an electrician, sure. But even an uneducated person can start telling that something is seriously wrong here. The demure cracking and the more energetic bzzzzzzzt is then followed by another embarrassing silence, the man would be allowed his trip to the bathroom, yet- those same lights start to act up, turning off and on, only for the lightbulbs to violently EXPLODE` and scatter themselves all across the room like a fragmentation grenade detonating mid-air. The man - although not at all at risk of such machinations, finds himself in the dark - and the setting sun in the distance provides very little, if no light at all.
It is thanks to the fact that Sam is no average man, that he can see in the darkness. And in his mind he can be sure - that this is no mere coincidence, someone is in this room- his house. And his extensive knowledge on the occult leads him to believe that this is a classic case of haunting, yet the power and energy in this particular spirit is strong - he's not dealing with average, recently dead spirit, but a strong willed one. Someone who is grasping onto his undeath with unyielding willpower, a curse that keeps the damned fool in this state of constant pain and turmoil.
Heading over to his ritual room, Sam fishes his arcane focus from under his shirt; A human finger-bone suspended on a silver cord. The runes on the thing glow as he carefully traverses the darkness of his house, taking the most direct route... Master bedroom, hallway, sparring room, hidden doorway... ritual room.
Once there, the jock bows to the sprawling mural of the cobra on the western wall, and kneels down in the triangle of dried blood there. A soft hiss escapes his lips as he narrows his eyes, and focusses hsi arcane senses on locating his un-welcome guest.
The path proves to be deceptively simple, lacking in any challenge as he fished for his arcane focus. Only darkness which he was oh-so used to. The ghostly disturbance is located quite quickly, and with that, Sam also realizes why it has been so quiet since the ligths were turned off - the ghost was preparing for something! Indeed, much like the arcanist prepared his spell, the ill-meaning spirit had it's own reservations, the source of the disturabance was in the living room, and judging by the negative energy - currently manifesting, a manifestation which otherwise could've been prevented had he caught in in the act..
...But it is what the ghost wanted, to lure Sam away in order to take it's time and step in proper. Clearly, it was out for blood, as ghost-entities rarely can manifest themselves in reality for a long period of time, such carries risk to them, he had a purpose - even if such purpose probably began and ended at tasting Sam's flesh. Just how the Arcanist handle this situation?
Taking a strange kris knife from his pocket, Sam narrows his eyes. Briefly, he closes them, and he lets out a shudder. He looks over to his closet, considering armor... but no time. Instead, he smears some blood onto the knife. No time for long -stretched rituals, so a soft, rapid prayer is uttered, aimed at the Serpent of Duat, the one who consumes within the darkness.
Then, the jock turns, extending a hand as he narrows his eyes, looking from the sparring room into the living room. His focus glows, and at the same time, the jock tries to step through reality, as the supernatural sometimes can do, and Path behind it, hoping his 1-2 combination of magic and quick Pathing might give him the opening needed to plunge that knife into the unwelcome guest.