EVENT LOG: GRAVES

[inthenightmods]

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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hiiiii! back from vacation, are you good to backtag since this meeting could be anytime?

[facelessgirl]

[ Arya has been confused since observing Brienne's death in such a visceral way, stuck in the memory of what and possibly whom she had seen that it's been hard to consider anything else, but when she catches sight of the tall woman from far away, her heart skips a moment. There. Now she can get answers, and Arya makes her way quickly across to the square to her...

only to stop and regard her from less of a distance. It is Ser Brienne, only... younger, it seems. Are her eyes lying to her? Then again, meeting Jon and Melisandre here had been strange, and neither of them were the exact Jon and Melisandre that Arya had known in her Westeros. She recognizes the woman's form though beyond a doubt, and eventually Arya approaches her slowly, hands clasped behind her back, calm as still water. ]

You look different. [ But Arya draws her slender sword nonetheless, burning with questions but cautious now, that wariness showing in her eyes. ] Why were you not with my sister when you died?

[ But she holds up her blade in a way that suggests nothing but the invitation to train. To try her, like the knight once had before she was a knight. Before Arya was a hero. ]