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]

[When she leaves her letter, there is a silence that follows. A quiet permeates the room, the building, and seems to trail her every step. Time passes with quietness, and it may be hours later, or days, but eventually (at a time of your choosing) the quell ceases. Eponine will be caught in a gentle wind, swirling around her ankles and feet and tossing her hair this way or that. It's not the playfulness of children, but the endearment of someone much, much older that surrounds her.]

I will have you.

[The winds will continue to dance around her, kicking up leaves into nearby whirls. If she listens carefully, there seem to be voices in that wind, human and distant, but the words will escape her. When it blows past her eyes, she will feel them tingle and burn, like first waking up. It blows across her arms and into her hands, spinning there, growing heavier, until it coalesces into shape: the mist-gray key of Fog.]

Give me pride for you, my sweet pet, and you will know much greater treasures than this.

[And with that, the wind and the presence are gone, and Eponine has her first boons from the Fog God.]