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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[spitefullight]

He's offered the clear jar, drawing and unlit candles like at many others and again the visions come. It's hard to disassociate his feelings with the ones in this grave site. It's like ice coursing through him rapidly, his stomach seizing into a ball as he's hit with one feeling after another. He's witnessing a death amongst fire and blood, held by companions and people he knows but he doesn't quite know. The experience is so jarring as he begins to feel all the pain this, Wade went through.

Screams of pain and agony, desperately clawing to what little life Wade had left, it makes his stomach turn. These men did all they could to save him and Wade just wanted to go home. He didn't die in his homeland...he just died so far away from the one person he wanted to be with. Wade was dying and all they could do was just let him go peacefully and it makes him want to wretch. He wants to scream at Wade, to himself to hold on, to not drift off. Claw your way back into life and don't let go so you can say goodbye to your mother, to be with her. But he knows it's unrealistic.

These men could only do so much and from the looks of what they had, only practical ways of healing. No divine sources, no magic...just bloodied hands trying desperately to close a fatal wound. Then the sleep comes and he feels himself drift away, the thought of the mother running through his mind. He wonders if Wade's mother was all right and how she was doing now that he was dead? He wonders himself how his own mother was doing. He hadn't thought of her when he died...but this grave was enough to remind him of the fact, his mother lost another son....and this one wasn't coming back.

Finally, the visions end and Elden steps back in a daze, his teeth clenched, body weak. He takes a moment to collect himself, before turning back to the grave and bending down to it. Every person that came to this town had a grave...had they all died this violently? This sadly? He places a hand against the stone, a sad look of contemplation on his face. "Maybe if I was there...you could've seen your mom again, Wade," he murmurs to himself.