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

[nonscriptum]

[ For someone with magpie-like tendencies, it's difficult not to notice that. Nate is so distracted by the glowing gemstone at her throat that he barely registers what she's saying, torn between asking what it is and why it's lighting up in the first place. ]

Wh- um. What? Chili pepper?

[ He glances down at the ingredient in her hands. ]

...sure? I love spicy food. Did you know your necklace is glowing?

[voktys]

It does do that, yes.

⦑ She resists the urge to touch the stone, but she also seems to have forgotten about the food for a moment. Food is the first thing to slip her mind even at the best and easiest of questions. ⦒

It marks me a Priestess of the Red Temple.

[nonscriptum]

[ Nate reaches out to grab the pepper for her, seeing as she's suddenly become distracted in a way that is wholly familiar to him. Nate himself is frequently in that kind of zone, and jerking her out of it seems rude. ]

Can I ask why it glows, or is that a trade secret kind of thing?

[voktys]

⦑ Her eyes focus on him, red and unyielding, seizing him up in a way she had never done before. No more gentle priestess, no more serene smiling. This is a woman who has been threatened with death for far less than a good-sized ruby.⦒

Why do you ask?