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]

[Does the Fog know that this isn't actually Riley? It's unclear. If she does know, she doesn't let on. The only thing that the doppelganger hears for a moment is the howling wind ruffling at her feathers.

And then, a voice. Amused, but accepting.]

I accept your apology, my pet. Children rarely know what's good for them until they truly understand.

[A light chuckle. An unseen hand can be felt on Riley's cheek, caressing her like a mother would comfort a child. A deity's mimicry of what little of humanity she has taken interest in. A tingling warmth seems to spread from the point of contact, imbuing the harpy with a newfound energy.]

It was only a matter of time before you learned to see things from my perspective. I only wish that my other children could come to the same conclusion as you.

Are you ready to spread the will of the Fog, my pet? To inspire fear and awe in those that dare oppose you? To take what is rightfully yours and live as you were meant to?

[isawallflower]

[ Disgusting. That's what she thinks, hearing these placating words and feeling that gentle handle. Perhaps the only thing the double and the original share is a strong disdain for the Fog God—but at least she can put it aside, for the sake of power. What the double sees is an entity playing with masks. The mask of a caring mother, the mask of a deity.

It's the sort of thing she's done, in her existence, and therefore it makes the Fog dangerous. Deceitful. Who knows what expressions or emotions are real? Are any? Is every interaction simply a carefully manufactured response to mold the peninsula to her will?

She smiles. She'll betray nothing. The power is too much to turn down. ]

Yes, my lady. With your support... I will. I won't let anyone tell me what I'm supposed to be.

[fromthefog]

[Whispers on the wind can be heard in increasing intensity, and an invisible hand can be felt tracing the curve of Riley's cheek.]

I trust you know what to do now, my pet. Live as you were meant to live, allow your instincts to guide you. Let bloodlust roar in your ears and sink your talons into those that have wronged you.

[The wind howls, buffeting the harpy's wings.]

My strength is yours, my pet. Wield it well.

[isawallflower]

[ For a brief moment, she drinks it in. She can feel the rising bloodlust, feel the urge to tear apart every soul who gets in her way.

There is something the Fog is right about: This is how she was meant to live. A duplicate whose purpose is to kill her original, to cause strife... She was always a monster. Riley was always a monster—but too weak and afraid to seize the strength that came with it. As soon as she could, she choked, letting her hand slip and not following up to kill those in her way. She is that but amplified, all the mistakes ironed out into a beautiful, vicious creature.

She was never human. All the human weaknesses are gone.

She deserves to be the one to remain. Not the pathetic trash buried at the bottom of the dump.

Her eyes have closed, without her realizing it. She lets out a contented breath. It's not the gentle touch she revels in, but the power. That she's sure of. The need for approval, for love... She's done away with it. ]

I will. I swear it.