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.

Comments

[fromthefog]

[There is almost a squelch of fog around Fran, like a heavy sigh. It may feel even slightly cold against Fran's skin.

Despite Fran wanting to stop themselves, the whispers take a bit to answer. There is silence for a few moments as the fog thickens, coalescing into a sheet of grey-white. Then finally, in a small voice, a singular soft, icy whisper answers.]

I have done what is best for my children.

A good parent will not always give a child what they want. But will always give what they need.

[hantale]

[ Even the cool kelpie skin has to resist the urge to shiver, each of those long ears twitch, pointing around as if trying to find the location of the voice.

With a slow nod, Fran raises to their feet, hands tucked behind their back. ]

I think I see...

Thank you for answering my questions, Fog God. [ Another pause, it's so trivial, but while they're here. ] Before I leave. Do you have a name you prefer to be called?

[fromthefog]

[The chill in the air starts to disappear when Fran thanks the Fog. It seems to settle around now, as if heaving a relaxing sigh.

At Fran's next pause, there is another silence, though, as the thickness of the Fog starts to lessen. But with that is a noise that almost sounds like soft, distant laughter.]

I am the Fog, my pet.

[Then, a more distant echo.] Remember that.

[hantale]

[ With a determined nod, the kelpie begins to step away, even offering a smile to the seemingly every-where fog. ]

I will. Farewell for now!

[ Then they wander off, leaving the town of Dyster, unaware that they'll be brought back shortly later to enter paradise. This world works in such strange ways. ]