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

[voktys]

Mine is not, but I was told he is dead all the same.

⟪ She brushes a thumb across the back of his hand, but she knows full-well these comforts won't be enough. ⟫

Was your time the same? Did he get to complete his mission?

[reigniter]

[Ignis nods slowly,] May your King find his rest. [He is all too aware of what they do and what kind of burdens they carry on their shoulders.]

I... am not sure. [But that's not what's troubling him.] Astral, Goddess Leviathan, struck him down. The same Gods that keep asking my King to help them. [And Noctis did, without even questioning them. Regardless of what the Astrals did.]

Whatever happens now is... out of our hands.

[voktys]

I suppose it is.

⦓ she doesn't say: this is what comes from praying to false gods –– even she is tired tonight, tired and exhausted and not wanting to argue. even argue something she's so passionate about as the one true god. ⦔

Strange, to leave the world out there to safe itself, isn't it?

[reigniter]

[For her- they were false. For him- they were as real as anything. Dangerous more than the daemons that spawned during the night, determined to devour everything. Some Astrals were benevolent and just, some- easily irritated. Too high up on their thrones. And now, they will suffer the consequences of their own rage.]

After such a long time of fighting, yes, it is.

[He sighs softly, leaning forward onto his knees, fingers entwined-]

Although, it feels like isn't over yet...