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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[thekindestdemon]

[She's put it off long enough. In her heart, she's already made her choice, it's just been a matter of making it official. That idea of belonging to someone still rankles her. But she tries not to look at it that way. It's simply a strategic alliance. Nothing more. She's always been inclined towards the Fog, considered herself at least partially in debt for the life and opportunities given to her here.]

[Lust takes herself out into the foggy evening, to a quiet place beyond the city with a pleasant view she enjoys - though there's no view with the fog in.]

I don't know if there's some ceremony that's traditionally observed, but I wish to speak to our Lady of the Fog.

I've come to her.

[fromthefog]

[Not at once. No sooner does Lust finish her address than the light of the surrounding evening lowers. Fog begins to pour in as if from a series of ethereal carafes over a chitinous rush.

As it settles and begins to turn, the Fog God's voice is heard in an echo both within and without the Naga's own head.]

I have no need for ceremony, my dear creature. I need only that you do precisely that -- come to me, with your ears and your heart ready to listen and a mind from which you are ready to speak.

I, on my part, am always here, child, and listening.

[thekindestdemon]

Then here I am.

[Lust spreads her hands, all of them, eyes lifted but looking about her. She hasn't thought of what she'll say, not really. How does one go about this manner of thing?]

I have...long enjoyed this life, here on the peninsula. I've made no secret of that, I'm grateful for the things I've found here. The things...I've been given. And I am not so proud and vain as to ignore or deny where they came from.

I...thank you. I am not unaware of how much I owe to you.

[fromthefog]

[The thick clouds of fog surround her form, caressing her open arms, a warm breeze upon her scaly flesh.]

I have seen you thrive in my land, child.

[The same warm breeze tickles her face, rustles her hair, settling around her form.]

That has been your greatest gift to me.