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

[preseance]

( prayer cleaves peace to the soul of him like nothin' else. he's tryin' for it. been at it a long while with his fingers clasped, head bowed. his lips move, though he's silent so as not to disturb any of the other folk comin' and goin' in the building. it ain't his alone, after all.

but the peace won't come. his faith didn't waver in the war, not once, but seein' what this place has in store for folks has set it to trembling. so after this long moment'a devotion, he stands up an' turns to follow the aisle back to the vestry where he an' wade've been puttin' things in order for the clinic. he stops when he sees brienne, who seems to be doin' her best to sink into the floor, an' his mouth turns up softly at one corner in a soft, genuine sorta pleasure at seein' her. )

Miss. You holdin' up okay?

[chivalrouswench]

[ Brienne is unaccustomed to softness, and her coarse, freckly features quickly become flushed under Gene's gaze.

Her tongue feels thick and clumsy in her mouth, and though her lips part it takes a long moment before she can force any sound at all through them. ]

No.

[ Yes, she had meant to say. Yes I'm fine, yet somehow unfiltered truth spills from her mouth instead. ]

[preseance]

( no. not a one of them is. he holds out a hand for her to gesture for her to come in closer or to take if she might be so inclined. )

Lotta that goin' around, Miss.

( everybody's hurtin'. it's just. this place an' the damn darkness. softly, )

You here to pray?