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

[pure_havoc]

"Understood." Cao Pi doesn't quite bow, but he does bob his head slowly down in acknowledgement. He's beginning to see why some people are extremely thrown by this situation, though for himself there's nothing intensely personal nor embarrassing about his own death. Just the unpleasant tragedy of being faced with something he literally could not handle and having to stand there and accept it.

He steps away from the cross and passes closer to Rosinante, looking like he'd be just fine heading off to bother someone else, though he pauses beside him. "How rude of them to reveal our darkest secrets in this way," he murmurs in commiseration.

[callada]

Rude, right. Miserable. Cruel. Rude is not just understating it, it's almost flippant. But then again, it's beneficial from a logical standpoint. Genuinely helpful to know who went through what to get here, especially if it reveals anything about the sort of person they are. So he's hurt, but he's not exactly wishing it had never happened. The pain will pass in time. And if his own grave here is any sort of example, there are plenty of secrets far darker that people can still harbor. His death, though difficult, is not the part of himself he would choose to keep hidden if he could choose only one thing.

"Indeed. Hopefully their motives become clear. It's hard to imagine anything could justify this," he agrees.

[pure_havoc]

Cao Pi sighs long. "If these forest spirits are even half as capricious as the mystics I know," he says wryly, "then we may never know the reason." And a hearty fuck you from the afterlife, gods.

He lifts his head to nod at Rosinante once more and continues on at last, going to see what other sorts of trouble he can make. Now that he knows what leaving his poems at the shrines means, he's going to be far more careful about whose to explore. No more getting intrigued by dragon statues.