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

[policier]

A knight.

( Javert echoes the word in his necktie. It's a little hard to tell, what with how stoic and cold he usually is, but he seems pleased. Knights are honorable, dedicated. Anyone who is training to become one should also be so, he would hope. )

Does that mean you train with a sword? It's a shame I do not have mine here.

[chivalrouswench]

Mine is lost to me as well.

[ But it does earn Javert the tiniest of smiles that he seems so ready to train with her without making an issue of her gender at all. More than any other gesture, the one that meant the most to her during the cruel wager where several men competed to be the one to take her maidenhead was when Ser Hyle trained with her.

She has largely come to mistrust such gestures of kindness now, tainted as they were by that experience, but in this case she still feels a small flicker of unspoiled pleasure. ]

[policier]

( If she has skills with a sword, Javert would be a fool not to take advantage of it. She is an aspiring knight and that is the only thing that really truly matters to him. He frowns a little bit, not at her, but at her admission. )

Then we are all the lesser for it. It would be useful, if not for training then for defending this town against whatever manner of beasts there are in the shadows.

( He has his cudgel with him, at least, so it's not like he's completely helpless. Javert falls into a reverie for a moment, before his expression softens and he says, )

Forgive me, I have not introduced myself. My name is Javert, and I am an officer of the law from France.