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The Fourth God ([personal profile] fourthmade) wrote2016-01-24 02:46 pm
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This is a place to send your prayers to the Fourth god. He may not always respond, or he may respond in ways you don’t expect, but he is always listening.

Speak, he 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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QUEST TIME-

[personal profile] soft_focus 2017-07-21 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[[OOC - The conclusion to the thread for the heist has already been decided; this prayer is thus to represent that Ending/the delivery of promised goods, so that no one is left waiting for one or the other too long beyond the IC timing.]]

[Sulfur explosions cracked the ground, and wild laughter echoed behind them as they ran, and once they were out of Dyster's door, the race had been one that took to the skies. No amount of worry for the buildings around them could keep them from doing so after all-not with a demon hot on their trail, eyes wide and teeth gnashing, fires and brimstone filling their nostrils with the scent of fear and impending death. They'd flown, but soon it was back to the ground, and Reira scrambled off her carrier in a tumbling heap. Falling off as though she were a drone or miniature, spinning through the air and clutching her second jar tight.

Wings flapped, but hooves soon pounded, pounded as much as the magic strikes behind her. Her lungs were burning, even with her breath stopped through magic, and her wings were held back behind her in tight folds, opening only to add some kind of drift to her turns.

But there it was-the park.

Mere steps inside and she was safe, though she kept running until she could hear nothing any more. Running past the small mossy patches of light-filled algae from before, past the first few flickering lanterns along the paths...

She ran until she reached her 'favorite' place there. In its chilled silence, its empty air. The massive carousel, stopped and motionless, its music no longer playing. The park's playground, with carved slides and jungle gyms, swings not even blowing in some breeze. Soon, he could enjoy these, couldn't he? Those were her thoughts at least, as she looked over her enormous jar of heavy fog, the seal tight and the 'cloud' inside practically pulsing. The carousel, the pond, the playground, the z-

Well, perhaps not the zoo, she corrected herself. There were no more animals in there last she had checked, so it was more a collection of animal habitats with nothing inside.

But all these things, all that was once defined with death...it could breathe again, and He would be Stronger for it.

She doesn't know if she needs to bring them to the arcade. Reira searches the carousel for a loose panel she'd made use of, pulling out a second jar and sighing when she finds it safe. The dirt from the 'real' Dyster had been easiest-she'd obtained that while poking around the place in small spurts of time to get a feel for what the other one would no doubt be like.

The fog one was the hardest, and she was forever grateful for Shingo's assistance in the 'heist'. Hiding her in his fur, flying through the air while the Fog God's own Priestess was chatting with him... ...She had remained hidden just long enough to slip her arms out and scoop the fog they flew through, before their cover had been blown.

But now she was here.

The panel is replaced, and the jars are set down for the moment as she turns to use her keycard on the maintenance door of the park's carousel. One last look at what is dead...

And if the jars are not taken by Him then, she scoops them out and enters the arcade to set them on the prize counter.
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