EVENT LOG: GRAVES

[inthenightmods]

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

[reigniter]

[Ignis' offering wasn't much- a couple of cookies wrapped in parchment paper and tied with a string. He was at a loss on what he could give as the offering so he settled on things he does the best- the blackberry cookies should be tasty.

What he didn't expect was the vision of her death. It felt- like prying. Into something that was more than just personal. The longing for the sun, the devotion- the vision of it all very effectively seeps the emotion right through. And now, trapped here, where there was no Sun either.

The stabbing hurt- it was in the vital point, Ignis felt it. She didn't seem to suffer for long, though, and Ignis is glad for it. He wished she wasn't stabbed at all.

He remains standing there, at her shrine, even as the vision ends, to pay proper respect.]