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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post-shadening

[waitingforplayer2]

[ As the month wanes, the fog recedes once again from the peninsula, and Nanami mulls over a decision. There's one place she knows, thankfully, where the fog always resides. And so, before the month is done, Nanami slowly oozes her way into Lager Woods.

When she was a nymph, she could navigate this place and avoid the foggy patches. But she's not one now, and that's not her aim anyway; so the first bit of fog she finds, she dives right into.

It envelops her, wraps around her gooey form. The fog is comforting, and quells what little nervousness she still had. Nanami breathes the fog in, and it flows through her. ]

We are fog, and to fog we will return. That's how it works, right?

[ She settles down onto the ground. As her tail coils underneath her, it melts into a puddle. ]

I don't want to turn away from you anymore.

[fromthefog]

[The fog moves around and past and through her, whispering softly, words past the edge of hearing. It washes, cool and soft, against the edges of her form, gathering over the pools of her tail like mist over a lake in the early morning.]

[The voice is from everywhere and nowhere, and perhaps even from inside Nanami's own chest.]

That is all I hope for, child. Return to me.

[waitingforplayer2]

[ The coolness flows through her; the voice speaks from within her; Nanami relaxes more, and sinks lower into her puddle. ]

Show me... what you want from me. You've given me a lot... you've given us all a lot...

[ She stares into the fog, even though there's nothing to see. ]

It's not so bad, being a monster, I think... and it's because of you that I'm here, and get to be alive, with my friends...

So... what can I do for you... Kiri-sama?

[fromthefog]

[There is a smile in the Fog's tone, a warmth that counterpoints that refreshing cool of the mist.]

Be alive. Be with your friends. Be what you are.

And the humans who would damn you for it, the boy-god who would destroy us... make them pay.

[waitingforplayer2]

[ Lower and lower she sinks, warm and comforted, until her monstrous shape is gone and only the puddle is left behind. ]

I can do that. I'll follow you.

I want to be myself-- and with them-- more than anything.

[ She rises now, and places one vaguely-defined hand on the bark of the nearest tree. ]

And I'm-- tired of how he's hurt all of us. Including you.

[fromthefog]

[There is an almost inaudible hum from the fog, a noise of approval. As her presence fades, however, she echoes her sentiment from before.]

Then make him pay, child.

[The comforting warmth of the fog's presence lingers a bit longer, but soon enough fades with the rest of her.]