Prayer Box

[fromthefog]

This is a place to send your prayers to the Fog god. She may not always respond, or she may respond in ways you don’t expect, but she is always listening.

Speak, she hears you.

OOC note: As of April 2020, threads with the gods will be capped at three NPC replies! Please keep this in mind when writing god prayers to make sure you get everything you need out of the thread. It’s also possible to handwave prayers by titling your comment HANDWAVED PRAYER. Handwaved prayers lack our usual flourish, but you can expect a faster response!

As of February 2024, god prayers will be handwaved only. Please only submit a prayer if you have a question for either god which needs answering in order to progress your character's arc within Ryslig. If this is something you need to tier up within the god boon system, or just to set up a player plot in general, please don't hesitate to submit a prayer about it! You may shorten it down to an OOC summary of what your character is asking. This will allow any of our helper mods to reply much faster, without having to dig into the specifics of either god's personality/writing quirks. Should this limitation be lifted again in the future, this note will be removed.

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[fromthefog]

And what weight would your life hold? [Her voice is even as she replies.] You have given it once already. How could the crumbs that remain possibly satisfy Me?

But... there is another.

[The air turns colder, and the fog settles, creating a heavy mist up to Stan's knees that curls with the wind. Dozens of voices begin their whispers, somehow being heard above the gale.]

The one who walked across worlds. The one to whom you gave so many years. Prove My might to him, and I will indulge you.

Bring Me your brother, and should you both serve Me well, then I will have no need for your "kids".

[kolus]

[ A chill runs up his spine, the whispers around him drawing closer. She speaks of he who braved the great unknown, who loved mysteries so much he became one. The author of the journals. ] My... brother?

[ Doubts of his own worth swirl around in his head, fears that had only festered over the years. For so long it had felt like he was incomplete, a man living in the shadow of another. Of course She wouldn't want him. But they are not a package deal and Ford not his to give. And, even if he were, he would be the last person Stan let fall into either God's hand.

Teeth grit and knuckles white-hot as the blood boiling inside him, he looks once more to the fog for an answer. ] Why do you want him?

[fromthefog]

Is it not obvious? [There's a cruel smile behind her words. The whispers change too, their voices obviously mocking even if their precise words can't be discerned.]

He is the one you treasure most.

[kolus]

No… [ He takes a step back, refusing to admit the truth to Her words. The whispers follow him, even in the cold sweat beginning to run along the side of his face.

Stan turns on his heel and swings his cane at the sudden voice behind him, hoping to ward off what he cannot see. There’s too many speaking at once to fully understand, increasingly louder as they surround him, but he can tell they’re mocking him. He opens his mouth to shout in protest but the rising fog swallows his words.

Caught beneath the white veil, he’s pulled from the dream and wakes with a start in his room. Even with all the treasure that surround him, riches beyond a man’s wildest dreams, there’s only one on Stan’s mind. ]