fromthefog | Prayer Box

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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[It's some ungodly hour of the morning and Larry is sitting on top of a his first completely functional, actually stable, freshly-made dam. He's still covered in mud, sticks, and other riverside schmutz, and the air is thick with a cold autumn morning run-of-the-mill fog generated from the river below him. At least, that's how he interprets it.

As the forested area around him starts to flood, he's filled with an immense sense of accomplishment and pride, which is why he calls out to the darkness:]

Hey, Foo~♪ ggieee~♪ ! Are you out there?

[He waits for only a beat before he goes right on ahead regardless:]

Do you wanna have sex?

[For a moment, nothing happens. The wind begins to pick up, and the fog begins to coalesce from the mud beneath Larry's feet. The mist coagulates and forms a tall, shapely figure, suspended a few inches off the ground. Her face is completely blank, with no facial features beyond the undulating fog. Tendrils of 'hair' flow out from her head, as if suspended underwater.

She smiles--well, she seems like she's smiling coldly down at the pooka, extending her arm and placing her hand under Larry's chin. The fog chills on contact, the cold soaking through his fur. As she leans forward, a whisper can be heard in the back of Larry's mind.]

No.

[And then the figure dissipates into thin air.]

[Despite her overall chill, Larry leans up into her ethereal touch with an eager, genuinely lovestruck smile on his face--

--which immediately disappears when she declines and disappears.]

Wuh--wait!

[He doesn't know if she's actually gone or not, but that's not gonna stop him from trying. It's not often that he gets a hard no like this.]

Wh-what if I dedicate myself to you? Like your priests! Or something like that...that's what you like, right?

[The form does not reappear, but an amused laugh echoes across the water. As she speaks, her voice echoing from within Larry's mind.]

My pet, I do not concern myself with pleasures of the flesh. Such things are only fit for mortals to indulge in.

But if you feel as though dedicating yourself to me gives you... [A pause.] ...purpose, I will not stop you.

[Sorry, Larry. Looks like this is one woman(?) you can't tap. No adventure game logic will make her change her mind.]

Re...really? [He frowns.] Aw...that's a shame.

[For as much as it's being sold as a pastime for those well below her paygrade, he says it piteously, like she's being forced to miss out on one of the greatest things in life.]

Oh, Larry Laffer already has purpose: to please all the women in his life, hehe!

[...ambiguity aside, he's convinced Fog is wholly female.]

So: if I can't please your body, then--what can I do to bring you pleasure? What pleases you the most in this world, Mistress?

[The Fog does not respond to Larry's comment on his personal purpose. For a few moments, she does not speak, as if in deep thought. Eventually, her voice echoes again in his mind.]

I wish to see my children live as they intend to live--freely, and without the trappings of mortal society. I wish to reclaim the peninsula solely as my own. And, of course, I wish to see all monsterkind to thrive under my guiding hand.

[A pause. A smile can be heard through her words.]

If you are able to help me accomplish this, my pet, I shall bequeath you my love.

[Love, in this case, being more powerful monster abilities, though it's unlikely that Larry understands this.]

[Oh, he absolutely doesn't understand that. He doesn't even know that the Fog God even gives power-goodies for being devoted. However, even though he understands that it doesn't imply sex at this point, he'd be completely content with nothing more than a I appreciate you in verbal validation.

An even greater misunderstanding than that, though, is the vague directive she's proposed. Like any good point and click protagonist, an infodump like this is just a subtle wink-nod to carefully comb through every word to figure out what the hint is, or where he's supposed to go next. Larry taps a claw on his chin in thought.]

Hmm...

[As you intend to live, which, frankly, Larry's already accomplished as a roving swinger before coming here--
Freely, without the trappings of mortal society, which sounds like a direct objection to the conservative mentality shaming hedonistic pursuits--
I wish to reclaim the peninsula solely as my own, which is a pretty overt request to have dedicated real estate under her purview--
See all of monsterkind thrive under my guiding hand, which sounds like maximizing an effort to involve other monsters with whatever idea he hatches.

Larry gasps and takes his hand away from his face to snap his fingers.]

I got it! Just you wait, Foggie - I won't let you down!

[He giggles.]

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