Evangeline Gearheart's Journal Entry #4

Arrival in Brasshaven

Date: Chrono-Year 789, Day 55

Stepping into Brasshaven felt like crossing the threshold into an industrial dreamscape, where the air was perpetually filled with the sound of churning gears and the hiss of steam-powered machinery. Every street and alleyway vibrated with life, but there was an undercurrent of unease that I couldn’t ignore. The metallic tang in the air was a constant reminder of the town’s mechanical heartbeat, yet the hurried movements of the townsfolk and their wary glances told a different story.

As I navigated the labyrinth of brass and iron, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. The anonymous letter that had summoned me here, sealed with a wax clock emblem, had offered no clues about its author. The message was clear, however: Brasshaven’s clocktower church had become a prison for entities not of this world, and my help was desperately needed.

The clocktower church stood at the center of Brasshaven, its colossal structure dominating the skyline. Cloaked in shadows, the ancient edifice seemed to whisper secrets of a forgotten era. As I approached, the air grew colder, and the hum of machinery was replaced by an eerie silence.

Inside, the church was a stark contrast to the bustling town. The once-grand halls were now dimly lit, with only the occasional flicker of gas lamps casting long shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of oil and decay, and I could sense an otherworldly presence lurking in the darkness.

As I ventured deeper, I encountered the townsfolk who had sought refuge inside. Their faces were etched with fear and fatigue, and their whispered stories painted a grim picture of the entities that had taken over. These creatures, born of ancient myths and mechanical malfunctions, were unlike anything I had ever encountered. Their presence disrupted the natural order, causing machinery to malfunction and people to disappear without a trace.

Guided by the map etched onto my glove by the Heart Deer, I found myself standing before the clocktower’s central mechanism. The massive gears and cogs, once symbols of precision and reliability, now groaned under the weight of the supernatural. It was here that the entities had made their lair, and it was here that I would need to confront them.

Taking a deep breath, I prepared to face the unknown. The fate of Brasshaven and its people rested on my shoulders, and I knew that my ingenuity and courage would be tested like never before.