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

[evocation]

[It... makes sense. As much as she wishes it didn't. She swirls the moonshine in her glass, making a face, and focuses on his question.]

I guess I was... Sort of like a P.I.? Not quite. Where I'm from, there are these special units in city police departments that only deal with magic and curses and monsters. The nasty shit. But for people who can't call the police or who don't want to or who the cops ignore or whatever, there are guilds. My friends and I have one.

[ultimatums]

[ a lot of this, predictably, goes completely over his head, but he can access a basic level of understanding – sort of like a PI, for people who don't or can't rely on the police. he nods. ]

Huh. Never woulda pegged that for you but – makes sense.

[evocation]

[She tilts her head at him, not entirely sure how to take that.]

How come?

[ultimatums]

[ hm. how come, indeed. ]

Just didn't expect law enforcement. Or – adjacent to law enforcement. Although, [ he adds, pointedly, lifting a hand, one finger extended, ] certain people tend to say that of me, so I oughta know better.

[evocation]

[She smiles wryly.]

Not all the guilds are awesome. I was in a not so awesome one, for a while.

[ultimatums]

[ he could ask her what it was that made her describe it that way, but he's at least ten percent aware that he should have some tact. ] How'd you get out? [ he asks instead, open enough that she can explain more if she wants to. ]