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

YA NASTY

[nonscriptum]

[ The Baptists down south can get pretty zealous, and once or twice he's heard of a born-again practicing their preaching in a tent at the edges of the bayou, but Appalachia has different sub-genres. Apparently. ]

...I've heard of aruspicy, but that's more of an animal entrails thing than a- digging around in shit for the winning lotto numbers thing. [ Nate's grimace says enough. ] Take it you're not the religious type, either.

[ultimatums]

Nope. [ he pops the 'p', turning away a second to squint into the darkness. his lantern is creaking; he's only recently noticed that it does that and it's annoying the hell out of him. ] Didn't know lookin' at shit had a name. Learn somethin' new every day. [ boyd would probably have known that, huh. the buck doesn't stop with calling dewey crowe an onanist. ]

[nonscriptum]

Had a job once that involved a lot of Renaissance occult stuff, people who thought talking to angels and demons could tell you how to turn lead into gold.

[ Nate shrugs, as if that explains literally anything. Their boots hit the sand of the dunes and he keeps walking, relieved for the breeze that pushes from over the water. ]

You didn't learn about ancient divination practices in marshal school? What the Hell are they teaching you?