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

[evocation]

[Kyna wrinkles her nose at that. The funny thing is that for once she doesn't want to fight. Her anger is just a formless, directionless thing, made all the worse for the fact that she has no one to blame yet.]

No. I just know fucking with this kind of thing doesn't help anyone.

[voktys]

Doesn't it?

⟪ She speaks as though she knows such situations, and Melisandre is sure to filter that for later. In the now, she sips her coffee, calm as ever. It's a bit of a funny sight, her in all her high fantasy glory, looking fifteen minutes early with off-brand Starbucks. ⟫

I believe it has a lot to teach us, but then, I have lived with visions most all my life.

[evocation]

[Kyna squints at the woman, thrown by such a calm response.]

It's a bunch of graves and enchantment magic. What if people don't want everyone else knowing how they died?

[voktys]

⟪ A practitioner of sorts, then. Her smile seems to turn just a little warmer at that – in some ways, it's not so bad to be far from home for a change. ⟫

Then it bears to wonder why. ⟪ Don't mind her taking a seat close by. ⟫ There are two score of us here, and some children. We'll have to cooperate, and secrecy can make such matters quite difficult. Of course, it's a private matter, but... ⟪ something like a shrug of her shoulders ⟫ it is one we all have in common.

[evocation]

[She shrugs at that a little, reaching for her necklace and running the pendant back and forth along the chain. In a way, it's comforting for her to speak to someone who clearly has experience with magic, too—or visions, at least. Some of her intensity is draining away already.]

People have a right to keep some things secret. Besides, the last place I was at, stuff like this happened all the time. It was because these things calling themselves gods were feeding off of our emotions like fucking leeches. The more we played into it, the more power we gave them.

[voktys]

False gods, then. ⟪ The true God has no need for such things. She notes that the girl appears to relax, her anger making space for other things, and that's a good sign, too. She's no fool – the world has enough of those. ⟫

The shadows of Asshai are best avoided, too – I do not fault your reasoning. I suppose we must walk into the trap at least once, to be sure it is one.

[evocation]

Asshai?

[She shifts to face Melisandre fully, attention clearly caught.]

What's Asshai?

[voktys]

It's city in the Shadow Lands. The only one populated by the... at least somewhat living.

⟪ She takes a sip of her coffee, as if she is talking about the weather. ⟫

Not all who roam there are human, so they are best treated with kindness... and respect.

[evocation]

What are they, then? Spirits?

[voktys]

As a manner of speaking. Some were human once, but magic can bring on changes.

⟪ She tilts her head. ⟫

Have you heard of the trapdoor in the Church?

[evocation]

Yeah, I tried to break it open, but my magic didn't touch it. Why?

[voktys]

There is something alive underneath, and from what little has been seen, it seems some manner of Shade. Bother them, and they get agitated. This particular one has reacted positive to offerings, however.

I believe the most important lesson taught in Asshai is that few creatures attack without warning. It is a matter of... live and let live. Remember, to them, we are the intruders.

I'M SO SORRY I LOST THIS TAG <3

[evocation]

Um... Right. What... Kind of offerings did you give it? And what do you mean by a "Shade"? Like a spirit?

NO WORRIES, EVER! <3

[voktys]

It appears to be a shadow creature of sorts, but it might just be another forest spirit.

⦑ she tilts her head, smiling slightly. ⦒ Nothing unusual. Food, fruit, sweets and such. They left me –– wait. ⦑ she fetches her tablet, squints, taps – and shows her a picture of a blue flower –⦒ this flower. Hard to think of them as a particular threat, after.