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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[conceivesfrenzy]

[ It's late at night, and Alice finds herself out on a field overlooking the night skyline of Bavan. It's still, and there's not much going on save for her staring blankly ahead, digging the claws of her legs into the grass.

She sighs quietly, looking up at the night sky. You were supposed to just talk to them, and they'd somehow hear you, right? It seemed really stupid, but at least there was no one else around to see her doing it. ]

I guess I should be thanking you for bringing me here, right? But being grateful isn't really my style, you know? It's better for others to be thankful of you, rather than the other way around. It makes you important. It makes other people owe you in the future.

Of course I'd rather be home right now, don't get me wrong. But you gotta make the most out of a bad situation, right? I was so close to getting what I needed back home, and now that I'm here... you gotta make it up for me now that you stole me from my world! That's the rules. I was going to change the world for myself there, and now I've got to do it here.

[ She sighs. There was no reason that she should mention that she was struck down like a weak fool before coming here. No one needed to know, much less a god who would hang it over her head like a "kick me" sign. ]

I'm going to gain unyielding power and change the world. I refuse to let myself be cowed by some no good monster or god who thinks they're better than me. I refuse to let myself be powerless again.

To that end, I think it's best if we come to some sort of agreement. You scratch my back, I scratch yours. That seems reasonable, right?

[ Her nose wriggles, and she groans. This was stupid. She was talking to some god who probably wasn't going to pay any attention to her. Praying to the Goddess Martel never did her any favors, why would the Fog God? ]

He'd probably think I'm losing my mind, the idiot.

[ But Decus isn't here right now. ]

[fromthefog]

[The odd thing is, Alice won't see a hint of fog - until there's suddenly a voice coming from behind her ear, layered with echoing whisper after echoing whisper. Streams of fog billow forward from behind Alice's back, and she will feel the touch of fingers on the back of her neck. Even if she twists her head, she will see nothing, and the sensation remains however she moves.]

And how were you going to do that when you were dead, my child? [The voice sounds amused rather than angry, humouring.]

[A pause - the whispers do not stop when the voice does. Then -] I have already "scratched your back," little one. Now it is your turn to scratch mine. I would see how gain your power and change this world for yourself, as I would like to see of all my children.

[The whispers hiss as the Fog gives a soft laugh.] Tell me, if I gave you the strength you desire, would you show me how you would do this? Will you rise above those who cast their glares down at you? [The background voices murmur to each other.] How could you have lost anything when gaining so much?