logsinthenight | EVENT LOG: GRAVES

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.

QUICKNAV
comms	\|	network • logs • memes • ooc
pages	\|	rules • faq • taken • mod contact • player contact • calendar • setting • exploration • item requests • full nav

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Like many of the graves, this one calls to him and unlike the first few where he had no true offerings at the time, he has some prepared here. A jar filled with water he had created, some unlit candles and a small drawing of a sun. In such a dark place at least a drawing was nice? He had at least prepared himself for an onslaught of visions, but this woman's?

It's almost too much. Dying in the dark and wanting to see the sun? Then ending up here? He can only fathom that this place must be their own personal hell. When the vision finally ends, a hand rests atop the shrine, a frown pulling at his lips. ]

I'm sorry you didn't get to see the sun....

I was foolish. The King left me guards for a reason ⟪ not that the men he could spare for such a bogus task would have changed the situation, but it's at least a nice, calming thing to say to the boy –– because she's seen his grave, she knows he is just a boy, prince or not. No, what Stannis had counted on was that she would do what she has done in the face of every other assassination attempt. ⟫ and they could have accompanied me.

⟪ She doesn't step closer to her shrine, having seen enough of it during the first inspection. ⟫

Please forgive me for my... harsh reaction during your previous meeting. In my lands, in the Shadow Lands I spent most of my life in, magic done in surprise is frequently a mean of attack, or at least, of intimidation. I could have told you this immediately.

[ He turns to the woman, a bit surprised he hadn't even noticed she was there. He keeps silent for a moment, not sure if there's anything he should say right now. Last time he hadn't done a very good job at placating her fears.

But again she surprises him when she says that. He had expected her to meet him again with more suspicion but, her explaination? It's enough for him look to the ground in penance. ]

No, that's all right. I shouldn't have been so, well, impulsive. I didn't think at the time that some people might take it as a threat. So, I understand why you'd be so reluctant. [ He rubs at his arm awkwardly, before saying; ]

Us all being here with a bunch of strangers we don't know? It'd set anyone on edge. I guess I was just...trying to not think too much about it.

[ But, then he looks to her and cautiously steps a bit toward her, as if he might spook her like last time. ]

Did...did you still want to feel the sun?

Edited 2019-07-13 18:04 (UTC)

It is a strange situation. ⟪ She has to admit that much. ⟫ I suppose it is more habit for me, I have left many places behind to start over in a new one, and rarely are people... genuinely kind.

⟪ To put it very, very mildly.

Still, he has her curiosity, and she does genuinely find herself interested in some manner of his friendship, if only because he seems like the kind of soul one would wish to have in one's life. Everything of him speaks of light. ⟫

Is this something you can do?

[ He rubs at his arm a bit awkwardly when she says that. People are rarely kind...doesn't he know it. He meets her gaze again, with his mouth knit into a frown and says;]

I understand, it's not the same, but, where I lived I hadn't met many kind people until much later. [ He's not even sure what brings him to say it but; ]

It wasn't until I met my best friend that I found anyone that could be kind and so, it made me want to do the same. [ He could get into more if he wanted to on his reasons, but he feels he'd just start sounding like a windbag.

Instead he approaches her when she asks that question and reaches out to take her hand. ]

Yeah, it won't take long.

[ If she allows him to take her hand, he shuts his eyes and begins to mutter the celestial words to cast a cure wounds spell. A heat begins to radiate from his hand like a fire poker pulled from a hot flame, with gold mist rising from this heat. It's there Melisandre will feel the energy pulse into her.

It'll feel like she is bathed in a warm noon sun with the happiest memory coming into her mind's eye. It'll feel bright, shiny and new within this feeling of the warm sun. As the spell ends the feeling will linger as he pulls his hand away. ]

EVENT LOG: GRAVES

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

1/2

2/2