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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Death

[spitefullight]

[ When the offering is made before the grave, the images begin to hit;

A crowd of people stand before a large fountain, all finely dressed and put together. There is chatter about them, tension thick in the air as they were wondering what was going on. They all look up towards seven figures standing on the rim of the fountain and those figures looked back. The thoughts in Elden's mind as he stood beside his six other compatriots was "how are we going to convince these nobles we're in the right?" He felt so tense coming to this thing because every time something went well, something always bad reared it's stupid head.

That bubble of paranoia persists up until Theron, his best friend stepped forward and began talking to the crowd. Elden stood at attention as one by one the other members of the Inquisition began to speak to the crowd. Each had their own words of inspiration or threat. It was enough to give Elden an idea what he needed to say next.

When Nereva stepped down from speaking, she gave Elden a nod and the boy nodded back. He approached, taking centre now so attention would be on him. For now, he would shove that niggling feeling of dread down. He's done this before, talking to crowds, this would be no different. He exhaled a breath to relieve the tension in his chest, eyes closed and then open, his expression shifting to resolution. A boy no longer stands in front of this crowd but a young man with fire in his eyes. ]

Nobles of Fellengar, if any of you have any information on our enemies please give it to us now. The Vizier has lied to you, all of you! He seeks to ruin this city with the help of Larathal, the goddess of Undeath. We've seen his work and the work of his people and he doesn't want anything good for our city! [He makes a wide gesture out to the city, his brows furrowing.]

We've come so far to bring this city back out of the darkness and he would see that come crashing down! He's used children to blow up our homes, attempted to kidnap the rightful ruler of the city, he murdered the leader of our Inquisition! If you value your lives or that of your family, help us now! If you come forward, you will receive fair trials.


If not, there is no place you can hide that will escape the sun's light.

[ His words are confident and bold as he stands a bit taller now, his eyes more significant and carrying with it the power of his goddess and the might of the Inquisition with him.]

You will burn if you stand against this city and the people who live in it. Now, will you stand with us and protect what's good?!

[ He can't help but smile a little triumphantly, feeling as if he his words had reached them alongside his companions. But, soon triumphant turned to shock as he felt it.

An arrow launched and now sitting in his throat. He can't hear it, the screams in the crowd, the screams of his friends. He just hears white, as his fingers shake and blood begins to pour. There's no stopping it as he finds himself on his knees, reaching for the fatal arrow to pull it from his neck. What once felt like victory turned to ash and he could feel warmth streaming down his face. Not blood, but tears. A sickening pit forming in his stomach as he realized he's failed more than just a stupid little speech. He should've seen the archer, he should've cast more protections over himself.

Everything he did to avoid from dying to keep his friends from death all was for naught. His gaze shifts towards Theron, his best friend and not much older than him. The worst fear was that he wouldn't be around to keep the person who helped him the most safe. His chest tightens more as his body begins to shake violently as the terror of death begins to creep upon him. Elden's eyes began to well with those tears of panic, the ones he shed so little as the darkness began to crash around him.

Then he hits the ground, the last words running through his mind;

"Please...please not yet. They need me. I....

I don't want to die...."

Then nothing.]