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

[facelessgirl]

[ Arya is wandering the edge of the square again when she sees the man in front of her own tomb, and she stills, watching him. She's examined enough of the graves on her own that Arya would feel stupid keeping others away from her's, but she is embarrassed none the less. She waits until he comes back to himself before she approaches, arms crossed but without a combative air to her. ]

Sorry you had to see that.

[ She leans against the tomb, looking at it like it's as out of place as she is. As he is, as she looks him over. ]

I'm not proud of it.

[pure_havoc]

[aha, speak of the devil, there she is.

Cao Pi rises to his feet, straightening his coat importantly]

I feel as though at some point we all need to stop apologizing to each other for something out of our control.

[he shakes his head slightly, assuring that such an admission isn't necessary] ...we can't all die gloriously in battle. Still. That had to have been torment.

[facelessgirl]

Well. [ She shrugs, narrowly resisting the urge to roll her eyes at herself. ] Some of that was within my control.

[ It had indeed been torment, but it had been nothing she didn't deserve for subjecting her crew to her follies. It hurts Arya to even admit it to herself, but innocent men had died because of her poor decisions. ]

I shouldn't have even conceived of the voyage. It was... [ After everything that had happened, she had felt invincible. ] It was not where I belonged.

[pure_havoc]

[such honesty, he can appreciate it]

That is the true cruelty of our untimely deaths, isn't it? Being consciously capable of regretting our mistakes. [you know, assuming there's anything to regret, ahem] What was the purpose? Would it have been worth the risk?

just back from vacationnn, good to wrap up in a few or handwave or boomerang a bit, or??

[facelessgirl]

I hadn't thought of it like that. [ But it looks like she is now. Her face softens from its usual stony mask of sarcastic disapproval and she nods a little, maybe more to herself than anything. ] I thought there would be nothing.

[ But he's asking about a purpose. She purses her lips, unsure. ]

I wanted to know. To explore. [ Because truly, did she belong anywhere? ]

we can see where it goes, np

[pure_havoc]

[Cao Pi nods slowly, because that was his assumption as well. Thanks Death we hate it.]

There is nothing wrong with exploration. How can we know what else is out there, what good things we can learn, if we do not explore?

[facelessgirl]

But we're supposed to do it safely. [ She stresses the word like it's a new concept, frowning at herself. She's grown reckless with her talents and capabilities. And people died for it. ]

Otherwise, how do we tell anyone what we've found?

[pure_havoc]

[the way she says it brings a small smirk to his lips]

There is that. Far be it from me to judge, I've never been to sea at all. I would perhaps be as lost in terms of the risks as anyone else.

[facelessgirl]

[ Arya had been on the sea a few times, but never in charge of a vessel of her own. The Starks weren't sailors and never had been, and she learned that the hard way. ]

So was I. [ But she shrugs, dismissing herself easily. She's always been far too familiar with death. ] But now I guess it's too late.

[pure_havoc]

Perhaps. But that also means there remains no one here who can rightfully scold you for past mistakes. It's over, and apparently, done.

[it may not sound like an attempt to soothe or raise spirits, but in a way it is. Cao Pi prefers good advice to back-pats.]

I intruded because your tomb intrigued me. So many here have barely a stone, but this is quite...elaborate. I like it.

[facelessgirl]

[ She doesn't have much to say about the first part, but she can't help her wry little smile when he mentions liking the Stark design. She looks at it herself, her smile turning melancholy. ]

Usually, they are made only for the Kings of Winter or the Lords of Winterfell. But statues were carved for my father and his brother and sister, too. Perhaps... perhaps statues have been carved for me and my brothers at home.

[pure_havoc]

Oh? I suppose it's not entirely unheard of for a faithful retainer to deserve the same honor as their lord.

[he says it uncertainly, though, as if instead of asking outright whether she's royalty, he's unsure whether any of those words are correct and willing to let her correct him. So sue him, he's been playing courtly games way too long for someone his age.]