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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before march event

[donutsfordinner]

[Kiriko tiredly takes in the tepid fog. The desperation in that call to feed, to kill-]

Do you consider weak food for the strong? Are you weak now? Do you need help?

[fromthefog]

[The wind whistles weakly, the Fog’s attempts at a motherly caress a mere wisp in the wind. Her voice is sad and imploring.]

Yes, child. I hear you.

Kill. Feed. Be free. Let my touch be your guide, and find what sates your hunger.

[donutsfordinner]

[Kirko debates with herself just for a moment before she speaks.]

I'll find my way. I just need to know what you need. You sound weak, saddened.

[Its foolish to let herself be taken in, but... a spirit in need tugs at Kiriko's heartstrings more than it should.]

[fromthefog]

What I need, my pet… ?

[A puff of Fog, ethereally light and barely perceptible, unfurls in the faint visage of a woman with long, flowing hair. Her eyes are sunken, hollow holes; her lips plumped and barely fluttering with her words.]

I need the false god to return what he’s taken from me. So I can provide… freedom… and power… to you.

My children, [she moans mournfully, a grieving mother.] I can give you the world, when you come back to me…

I’m not fading, child. I’m waiting. The time will be right for us… soon…

[donutsfordinner]

[Kiriko has dealt with spirits before, but she never really expected a fog to unfurl before her. A wisp of something that could be human, but wasn't quite there.

The sight of what seems like a grieving mother just makes Kiriko's mind shift back to the last time she saw her own mother. Weeping over Kiriko desperately. Afraid for her, afraid of her choices.

Her ears flick backwards, a nervous tic she hasn't realized she has yet. Kiriko takes a careful step forward, her voice gentle.]

I'll help you. Where I can, at least. If you'll have me. When the time comes, I'll be with you.