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

backdated to around 9/23

[pundulum]

[Yuya's face is still healing from being literally ripped off - it's only been a couple of days since he escaped the thieves' lair, and the fog is still out, leaving the naga stuck in this frightening new fog form that binds his arms to his sides with snakes and makes it hard to move around without slithering on his belly like a demented travel form. It's sort of driving him crazy. But, there's more than one reason than that. The timing was so good... for him to suddenly get a fog form just in time to save everyone from the face-thieves' lair. It's difficult not to dwell on, so he's been racking his brain over it many times over the past couple of days... eventually, he props his back up against his window to look out over his shoulder, one of his new bang snakes picking away at his bandages so he can do so. Outside is blanketed in fog. He just mutters into it.]

Fog god... was it just a coincidence?

[He doesn't really want to think of her as having saved them.... he's as opposed to the Gods and their war as they come, and the fog-dispelling lantern he carries, despite all the mischief the thief had caused with it, might as well be physical proof of that. It's currently under his bed, though he could probably reach it with his tail from here... but there wouldn't be much point to using it on himself now when the gas would run out faster than fog, so he's just going to keep looking out with a troubled expression. He's not really expecting an answer, but he sort of wants one anyway.

What the hell, fog.]

[fromthefog]

[There's no voiced response. But after a few minutes, fog starts to seep in through the crack underneath the window - it loops in faint curls around Yuya, weaving through the hissing snakes wrapped around his arms, and spreads into the room. Then it settles, like a comforting blanket.]

[It will stay there for the remainder of the fog unless Yuya dispells it with his lantern, drifting in circles as though propelled by an invisible breeze, but spreading no further into the building. If Yuya - and only Yuya - spends time within, he'll hear soft ringing noises off in the distance. Like wind chimes, dangling over a misty porch.]

[The door is always open.]