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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backdated to sometime around March 21

[fromthefog]

((Moving this here for clarity/bookkeeping sake, screening for event purposes. You may reply to this and continue the thread if you'd like!))

It's some time before Cal receives a response to his little note; in fact, it's so long that the peninsula has found itself in quite a crisis before Cal is visited by the Fog God. But it seems, in the midst of this ordeal, she has found something for him to do...and the way she responds to him is nothing quite so simple as a letter.

A chill inches under Cal's door, snaking tendrils of indistinct fog chasing after it. If he opens the door, he'll be hit by a freezing wall of fog; if he waits, it will fill his room slowly, ignoring open windows. Regardless, as soon as it overtakes him - he'll hear a voice. Whispering, echoing, like fifty quiet imitations are listening to what's being said and passing it onward.

"You ask what I want from you? You misunderstand me, child. I want nothing from you. I want things for you. I want you to embrace the gifts you have been given. I want you to rise up, to shrug off your yoke and live free.

"I want this world to be yours.

"But if you need direction... use the powers I have given. Find those who would thwart my plans, who would refuse the very best of themselves. And when you do, teach them what a monster should truly be."