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

[finewithhalf]

Thank you for taking care of everyone during the attacks. I'm sorry I couldn't keep them in Dyster.

I think it's Farkle. He's so stubborn sometimes... He thinks you're bad for us. He says I'm changing because of you.

But I know how important it all is.

I know you're the one who needs help. That's why you called us up here, right? We're going to save you from the humans. There's only so much you can do while you're helping us get strong. But I know you're doing everything you can.

I keep trying to tell everyone. I don't know how to make them believe me, though.

But every time I need someone, you're here. You know how much it means to me.

So thank you.

Thank you for everything.

Thank you for taking care of the ones who don't understand yet.

I'll make them love you too.

[fromthefog]

[That night, when Maya sleeps, something reaches out for her in the dark.

It's fingers are long and spindly, dark hair hides it's indistinguishable face, it's arms are thin and long. It grasps her face with both hands. It's fingers are cold as ice, but Maya will adapt almost immediately, like mint or a clear stream in winter, refreshing rather than harming.

In tiny flickers Maya will see Dyster reborn, her friends all around her, and all of them safe and clearly happy. Instead of humans, there are monsters, and they all seem to worship in her name. And there is Maya, happy, powerful, clearly loved, and in the center of it all.

Then in repeating whispers she will hear her voice.]

Teach them to love me, and you will have it all.

[The figure will lean forward out of the dark, and Maya will feel the press of a kiss into her hair.

That same ice feeling will wash over her and wake her.

You know what to do.]