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

[callada]

[Bodies are fragile things, aren't they?

All the years of technological advancement in Will's time couldn't stop him from bleeding out alone. That feeling is awfully familiar, even if they might be many centuries apart.

He doesn't regret placing the little chipped teacup with a sip of whiskey in it on Will's grave. It's hard to bear each one of these deaths he's seen and this one isn't any easier than the rest. Even if the man's final actions were done out of spite, the emptiness and loneliness make him sympathize anyway.

And that view is grand and beautiful. So many stars, and so fantastic a sight, seeing a world from above. It's breathtaking. No wonder he longs for the stars, if it means views like that. No wonder his people have their myths about joining that great celestial sphere when their bodies are too old and frail to carry them further. They may have twisted and warped what it means to fly above a planet with centuries of segregation, they may have turned suits and ships and metaphors about dragons into cruelty and megalomania, but if it's for beauty like this, perhaps he can see why it continues to be passed down as some kind of intergenerational memory.

It's a perspective he's not entirely comfortable with as he steps away, and it's not one he'll ask Will or anyone else here about. But it's something to reflect on.]