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

[preseance]

( he exhales. the weight on his shoulders is eased by it, so small a thing, an' the faint, flickerin' smile he gives her is genuine enough for all that. )

Yes ma'am. An' I hope I return the favour in some small way to you.

[voktys]

Every time.

⦑ it's honest, and heavy with all the manner of things she does not say: that she has been lonely most all her life, that is has been her and her god more days than not. the distance it enforced.⦒

There is a game I would like to teach you sometime. It's a common thing, in my world, but it occupies the mind.

[preseance]

( an' he knows it, too. folks that know the soul of loneliness who can still be kind despite it are rare an' wonderful, an' he thinks that very much of her. )

Yeah? I know a few myself. We could call it a cultural exchange.

( what follows ain't quite a boyish grin, but it's a smile nonetheless, soft an' sure. they're here, an' they're healin'. it's all anyone can ask for. )

[voktys]

Do you know your way around cards? I saw them at the general store, but I would not know what to make of them.

⦑ dice, yes, she can handle dice, though what she intends to teach him is cyvasse –– it is fun, in its way, with its different figures –– but most of all, it's distracting. there is something to be said about an hour spent thinking of dragons and elephants and trebuchets, rather than death, and loss, and missing.⦒

[preseance]

Yes ma'am. It's, ah, one of those things most soldierin' men get up to in their down time. I know a game or two.

( ain't many folk believe it of him, but gene's perilous good at poker. )