- Ambient sound drops by half a tone
- The party’s posture adjusts on its own
- No one feels the urge to draw a weapon
- Even chaotic characters become careful without realizing why
🎲 ACCIDENTAL ENCOUNTER — Ophanimon Mother
🤍🕯️ The One Who No Longer Holds… and yet still weighs on the skin
Encounter Type: Social / Ontological Recommended Level: Any Expected Outcome: Internal shift within the party (no immediate XP)
🕯️ How the Greeting Happens
There is no announcement.
There is no visible threshold.
The party is already there — a garden, a terrace of warm stone, the edge of water, a space with no clear function.
No one sees her arrive.
Simply, at some point between one breath and the next, someone feels that the air has grown denser.
Not heavy. Not hostile.
Dense with history.
When they look up, she is there.
Sitting. Standing. Or leaning against something that does not seem important.
She does not radiate active power. She does not press against the environment.
But the skin knows.
Like when a veteran enters a room and no one needs to ask what they have seen.
👁️ First Impression (Without Words)
The DM describes:
Not because they are afraid. But because they do not want to break something.
🗣️ The Greeting
She does not turn immediately.
First, she notices that she is not alone.
Then she lifts her gaze.
Not in alert. In recognition.
And she says, in a soft voice — tired, but whole:
“Oh…” “I wasn’t expecting anyone.”
She pauses briefly.
Not awkward. Not evaluative.
Just… real.
She looks at them as one confirms that something exists.
And then adds:
“But that’s alright.”
That is all.
There is no title. No warning. No command.
That is the greeting.