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]

[Kyna's not sure if the neutral look helps—it's hard to read, and hard to react to.]

I, um... All of it. I think.

[Which is awful, and she knows it.]

I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to snoop. I just... The grave was bare, and so I cast a spell on it to... Cover it, you know? But it was just an illusion spell, so I thought... I thought it wouldn't count.

[But apparently the spell itself had been the offering, which she should have considered.]

I won't talk about it with anyone. I promise.

[sulfa]

[ Wade gives her a faint smile that doesn't reach his eyes. ]

Thanks, Kyna. [ For the agreement to stay quiet about it? For the gesture she didn't realize was an offering? It's not completely clear by his tone of voice. He's grateful, though. He's grateful, and he believes she'll keep her word. Irwin wets his lips with the tip of his tongue, letting a few moments pass as he tries to think of what to say. Finally, he goes for the obvious question, because he is concerned and wouldn't wish such a horrid experience on anyone, especially a friend. ]

Are you holding up okay?

[ He doesn't particularly care to relive his own death by talking about it, but Wade feels a sense of responsibility to do so if that's what will help her process it - both because he's still a medic and because it was his own death she had to endure. ]