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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[voktys]

I am on my own some nights. ⟪ No, Nate, you would rather not know. ⟫ So for the purpose of cooking, you might prefer my room in the church, then?

⟪ In her way, she just blatantly assumes that he won't mind the magic she'll use for the purpose. ⟫

At any rate, we'll need to gather some ingredients at the small market space.

[nonscriptum]

[ He won't ask. Nate picks up on the implication that she spends her evenings in whatever way she chooses, and it's certainly not his place to ask for the details even if he wanted to.

He angles their direction toward the only place they can acquire anything food-related in town and raises an eyebrow. ]

What are you gonna make?

[voktys]

⦑ She smiles at the question, and open, genuine smile as she heads for the corner with the flour. ⦒

Cinnamon flatbread. ⦑ A shrug, as if to explain her enthusiasm. ⦒ 'tis rare to have sweets where I lived most all my life, and it is a comforting thing.

[nonscriptum]

Oh.

[ He has no idea what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't something that sounds like food he's eaten before in plenty of other countries. Maybe he shouldn't be so surprised that the vast difference in world culture doesn't necessary mean a difference in base ingredients for food.

Nate brightens almost immediately, extending an arm to carry the groceries she picks out. ]

That sounds really good, actually.

[voktys]

⦑ She hands him flour and what she discovers to be cinnamon in a strange vial of sorts –– and then she stops in her tracks. ⦒

By the lord. ⟢ Her eyes flash redder than ever, and the ruby at her throat is pulsing with her elation as she reaches for something else. ⟣ True chilli. 'tis more valuable than gold in Westeros, and the King never thought it was worth his while. Westerosi were not ones for flavour, you see ––

⦑ She bites her lip, as if trying to hold back a smile that's more excited than her usual serene ones. ⦒

How would you feel if I made a dish with it as well? There is meat here, too, and all manners of vegetables –

[nonscriptum]

[ For someone with magpie-like tendencies, it's difficult not to notice that. Nate is so distracted by the glowing gemstone at her throat that he barely registers what she's saying, torn between asking what it is and why it's lighting up in the first place. ]

Wh- um. What? Chili pepper?

[ He glances down at the ingredient in her hands. ]

...sure? I love spicy food. Did you know your necklace is glowing?

[voktys]

It does do that, yes.

⦑ She resists the urge to touch the stone, but she also seems to have forgotten about the food for a moment. Food is the first thing to slip her mind even at the best and easiest of questions. ⦒

It marks me a Priestess of the Red Temple.

[nonscriptum]

[ Nate reaches out to grab the pepper for her, seeing as she's suddenly become distracted in a way that is wholly familiar to him. Nate himself is frequently in that kind of zone, and jerking her out of it seems rude. ]

Can I ask why it glows, or is that a trade secret kind of thing?

[voktys]

⦑ Her eyes focus on him, red and unyielding, seizing him up in a way she had never done before. No more gentle priestess, no more serene smiling. This is a woman who has been threatened with death for far less than a good-sized ruby.⦒

Why do you ask?