Rough Notes:
The game takes place over the seven day festival of Kavadukhi, a ceremonial funeral for the great harvest god of life, Kavaman, who was executed by Pardatan, the god of winter and the dead. Over the first six days, devotees must bemoan the six fatal flaws of the dead god that led to his demise: desire, anger, greed, attachment, pride, and jealousy. On the seventh day, they feast on the final fresh harvest of the year, symbolising the body of their god and the total acceptance of his sins.
Random notes:
The revenant asks you to read the secret aloud. Your hands are shaking.
“You stole money from the treasury. Someone else got caught, and you never forgave yourself.”
The fire roars. Flames vainly leap at the high stone ceiling. The revenant begins chanting. You know the words but you cannot hear them. Maybe it is the heart in your chest throbbing like it is something foreign trapped in a prison of strange sinew and bone. The paper in your hand is forgotten, or it is the only thing you remember. There is no way to be sure, but you crumple it to ruin anyway. Your nails dig into the bottom of your palm, and the pain sears through your mind but it is not enough. You can’t help but look.
A hand reaches out from the fire like there is someone drowning inside. It is just translucent enough to call it a trick of the light. The nails are neatly filed down. It is growing - or rather it is revealing itself to be more than a hand, but less than a man. A forearm, then a shoulder with the beginnings of a yellowed white shirt. Even when the head emerges from the flame, gasping for air, rotting yellow teeth glistening in an open mouth, it is only a dream of a man who is not asleep but dead. So it is no dream at all, but the feeling persists. The revenant stops chanting. You wonder whether you have stopped listening.
A glance. They are somewhere else.