logsinthenight | EVENT LOG: GRAVES

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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[ Arya only lays an offering on the grave because she knows what to expect. She did it accidentally the first time with Jon or she never would have done so on purpose. She's seen a few since them, some sad, some confusing, but she's been seeking Melisandre's out to satisfy what she must know. It isn't difficult to find, and the name is clear enough. Arya marvels at the age a moment before leaning down, taking one knee and offering a spring of some plant she found growing at the edge of the wood.

When she blinks awake again, it's with some strange sense of discovery. The Wall. She has seen it for the first time through the red witch's eyes, and it was truly a sight to behold. And...

And she told the truth. Arya had thought herself somewhat sure, she trusts her skills with others but the witch has always been mysterious. But it was as she said, and Arya has no reason to doubt her now. And still...

When she finds her, Arya approaches on silent feet. They've spoken once through their devices after their first meeting, a strange experience for Arya and not one she sees herself getting used to quickly. She stands utterly still and silent and waits for Melisandre to notice her. When she does, Arya levels cool grey Stark eyes on her. ]

Jon was a far better king than Stannis could have ever hoped to be anyway. [ She doesn't exactly mean it unkindly, surprising even herself with the lack of acidity in her tone. The height difference between them is striking, and Arya must look up at Melisandre to speak to her. ] I'm... forever thankful for what you did for him. The you that... that lived beyond the Wall. [ Grateful the words might be, but there is a good deal of tension in her tone. ]

⟪ However way she means it, Melisandre does not react. It's a child's goading, looking for some rise out of her, she figures, and it doesn't touch her. The girl has never met Stannis, she does not deserve to judge, and this space is too small to make a matter of it.

The tense gratitude stands in stark contrast to it, at any length, but she is a priestess, and gratitude does not matter. ⟫

The other one did her duty until the end.

⟪ More she can't say of the woman who is and is not her all at once. Arya's statue haunts her, but she has not left her offering yet. Other things occupy her, and she won't seek out any visions until this has passed. It's unwise, or so the teachings go. ⟫

Under fatal error, but she did it anyway.

You did.

[ She looks too similar, the circumstances of her time are all too similar for Arya to separate the two completely in her mind, and the Melisandre before her might as well be the one that had both stolen her only friend and spoken a prophecy to her during the darkest night. One that saved their realm. ]

Jon banished you, but you came back for the battle anyway. Because you knew.

[ There's wary respect in the admission, in the space that Arya leaves between them as they stand there. Her face hardens but she shrugs about the mentions of 'fatal error'. Melisandre is not alone in thinking she has the authority to take a life for the greater good. For some fire god or given to the god of death as revenge, Arya is starting to wonder at the difference. And if there is one. ]

Even Davos let you in. Because he saw what you could do.

EVENT LOG: GRAVES

⤞ death

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