EVENT LOG: GRAVES

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EVENT LOG:
GRAVES

characters: everyone.
location: Bonfire Square.
date/time: July 12-19.
content: mysterious shrines appear and bring visions of death.
warnings: likely violence and potentially gore.

time to pay your respects.

It happens when no one is looking, when most of the town is asleep and the rest are inside. A makeshift cemetery has come to Beacon, taking up residence in the middle of Bonfire Square. Each monument, shrine, and altar is dedicated to someone who now resides here, a memorial of their previous life.

Some may be drawn by curiosity, others by fear, and some may simply have to pass through this strange graveyard to get to the Bonfire itself. Whenever a person gets near, the altars beckon with a mysterious urge— an urge to approach, and an urge to leave something behind. They will feel compelled to make offerings at the various shrines, but doing so has a curious effect; it causes one to experience the death of the person whose grave they've honored.

Whether you resist the compulsion or give in willingly (or something in between), you'll also have to wrestle with the fact that a grave exists for you. Will you let your death be known, or try your best to keep it secret? Destroying it sure won't work, as it will return— with a duplicate somewhere else in town.

However you choose to deal with this, one thing is hard to ignore— this a tangible reminder of your death, and the fact that it's probably permanent.

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Comments

[darkeyed]

<sub>[If the overriding theme of these grave visions are any indication, many of them had met a pitiable, untimely end one way or another. And many of them are dealing with that one way or another.

M.K.-- M.K.'s been working his way down the path of acceptance one of two ways: either by getting so numbingly drunk he's barely been able to climb the stairs of the inn some nights, or else pushing any possible dollop of feeling about it as far down as he can. The latter has ensured his curiosity toward the cemetery hasn't been hobbled by shame for choosing to take advantage of it and watch the visions. (Nor, apparently, has it dulled his appetite for pain in willingly choosing to experience tragedies that would knock any sane person's breath out of them...)]</sub>

You're sitting here so you can tell people what this magic could just show for you?

_{[Intrigued by the stone boat, he turns a quizzical look on its captain.]}

You have something against collecting trinkets?

_{[That's a joke, perhaps, if you squint.]}

[itsaname]

[ Judging by the slight upward quirk at the corner of Shadow's lips, it's a joke that hits its mark. He shrugs. ]

I've never been big on souvenirs.

[ He arrived in Beacon with no more than the clothes on his back. Given the way that he died, Shadow was grateful to have even that.

The ghost of amusement fades as Shadow addresses the stranger's first question. ]

And I'd rather tell people than let them experience it. It wasn't quick or painless, and it was pretty personal.

[darkeyed]

<sub>[Although there's very little humorous about their present circumstances except in the most cynical of ironies, today it doesn't feel like he's digging bloody gouges in his soul to make a jest and have it answered. It'd be a different story if they were talking about his memorial for a fallen warrior, which he hasn't bothered to go near, but he can't deny a certain curiosity toward how others have chosen to respond to mortality rubbed in their faces.

He quirks a brow.]</sub>

Is that for them or for you?