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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this is probably backdated to last week sometime idk

[decarded]

[ Angelica has sought answers from others, and very few of them have been satisfactory. That means there is no reason to delay the inevitable any longer. She must speak with the Fog God for herself.

The Ainsworths' relationship to gods and prayer is a tangled one, and the act is not something Angelica is herself accustomed to. When she reaches Dyster, she kneels with stiff limbs and casts her eyes downward to the ground. ]

What purpose do you wish me to fulfill?

[ The question comes after a long, hesitating moment of silence. She doesn't know what sort of response she expects, or if she even expects one at all. ]

[fromthefog]

[For a few moments, there seems to be no response. The silence that follows her words hangs in the air like a thick blanket.

She'll suddenly begin to hear whispers--no, not hear. Hearing means that the noise is emanating from somewhere. The whispers seem to be coming from the back of her own mind, growing in volume and intensity. Even though Angelica can't understand the words being spoken, she'll get the sense that they're talking about her.

A gust of brisk wind suddenly whips up and surrounds her, and another voice enters her mind. Her tone would almost sound soft and motherly if not for the underlying coldness to her voice.]

I see you have come to me, my pet. I welcome you with open arms.

The only purpose I ask for you to fulfill is to live freely--the way you were meant to exist. As monsters, you are no longer bound by the petty constraints humans place upon themselves.

[She sounds almost amused, like the answer to her question is obvious.]

Do you understand?

[decarded]

[ Almost as if expecting an arm at the end of the wind's touch, Angelica looks up. Of course, no one is there, and she stills again, face turned upward to meet the gaze of a being she cannot see. ]

That isn't possible for me. Whatever ability I had to live for myself was taken from me years ago.

[ In her lap, her fingers ball. ]

By rights, you are my master. Is there truly nothing but that?

[fromthefog]

[There's a brief pause. The wind seems to calm for a moment, and Angelica can almost feel the Fog peering down at her, inspecting the girl like a dragon inspecting a particularly interesting gemstone in her collection.]

How intriguing.

[Another pause. An almost solid tendril of fog materializes from the air, smoothing Angelica's hair like a mother soothing a child.]

If you are truly devoted, then there is nothing else I ask for. Trust your own judgement and make me proud, my pet.

[decarded]

I...

[ Angelica closes her eyes, to brace against the sensation as much as to focus on drawing her memories up. She thinks about everything she has heard, and everything she has thought, every scrap of motivation she or anyone else could attribute to the Fog.

It isn't the concrete answer she had hoped for, but it's what she has been given. ]

I understand. I will try.