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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Dated Halloween night, 31st October cw: gabe's adventures in skinning

[boneshears]

[He's often left small offerings on the altar in the little back room of his and Monty's home, but this one's a little different. A little special. Gabriel doesn't heed Elias' bullshit for one second. He had, in fact, taken great pleasure in ripping the hides from the creatures the whelp had wanted to protect from the fate they deserved, drawing screams from creatures that had fought in the war that had brought Her so much pain and grief. The skin was thin, delicate, and had required careful work to turn it into the expanse of leather he's carefully rolling out on the edge of Dyster, where the shadowed figures dancing at the bonfires cannot be seen.]

[This tattooed hide is one single piece from the back of a body, and is covered in fine, delicate line work in ink that's been meticulously tattooed into the leather itself. The main focus of the work is a map of the peninsula as seen from the air, with black marks for each of the major settlements and Dyster. The edges of the scene are decorated with coiling Naga, Harpies, Minotaurs - all of the forms the Fog's children can take. It's the labour of many hours.]

I know you'd prefer if people didn't ask about the past. I ain't planning on it. What's been and gone and is dead should stay that way. [He runs a paw over the leather.] The pup took it a step far by tryin' to bring those who hurt you in the first place back.

[He sighs softly.]

I'll keep it short. Bit cold for my tastes, these days. For every single human life he tried to save, I made sure any I could rip from them suffered for it. It ain't much, but... Sometime's agony's the only thing that hammers the lesson home.

[fromthefog]

[A quiet hiss can be heard on the wind as a cool breeze picks up around Gabe. An ancient voice echoes in his mind.]

You've done well, my pet. And you are wise to distrust what the false god says regarding these phenomenon. I have no doubt that he has ferried away these followers for later use. For what, I cannot imagine. But his plans are short-lived and impulsive, and anything that will be done will result in bloodshed and pain for all involved.

[There's a brief pause. In a quiet voice, she says:]

I appreciate your discretion, my pet. This is a rather painful experience for me to endure.

DONT WORRY MOM WE'RE ON IT LMAO

[boneshears]

[He's quiet for a long moment.]

There's a thing about the people who come here. A lot of them like treading the boards of trauma over and over, like it's those old dance step mats they used to paint on the floor for kids learnin' to waltz.

[Reopening old wounds. Chewing on them like a dog worries at a cut.]

[The problem with that is that it leads to infection.]

I'm sorry for how many are goin' to ask you about it, whether they're a follower or not. Curiosity and cats, as the saying goes. But-

[He's worrying at the old signet ring on his finger. It's nearly worried smooth with age.]

- We'll find a way to get him back for this. Half of these kids are damned resourceful. It might not be straight away but... I won't suffer a heretic thinking he's got you cornered for one minute.

[fromthefog]

It takes more than that for me to consider myself cornered, my pet. I am ever-changing and metamorphosing. The Fog cannot be cornered, and it cannot be contained. Not for long, that is.

[A relieved sigh cuts through the breeze.]

Do what you will, my pet. Leave no stone unturned, no wound unpunished.

[boneshears]

I know you don't. [He's quick to reassure he doesn't think so little of Her.] But even letting him think that? Nah. Prefer the runt knowing his place.

[He's standing, ready to leave the clearing, and the Fog in peace.]

We'll burn them out in time. I got an abundance of that when it comes to serving the Fog.