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

[saibot]

"You never tried hard enough."

He ignored the first part, the question about why he cared. He actually didn't have an answer. Causing his brother torment was one of his driving forces ... but he couldn't say if it was from resentment over him using his name or just the fact that he still remained human.

... Even after being cyberized he regained his humanity.

Standing up straighter, he brought both sickles together turning them back into one. With a small movement he flipped it in his hand before sticking it through his own back.

[paletteswap]

A less honorable man would respond to that with some choice expletives.

Someone who wasn't nearly as principled would have had some sort of outburst.

What Kuai did was quietly walk up closer to Bi-Han, narrow his eyes, and then punch him full in the face.

He's done with this conversation, turning and storming off back to the inn.