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[fourthmade]

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.

Comments

[chardismastic]

[ oh. okay. "come play with us, Danny" with studio-direct surround sound. wonderful.

is he supposed to think stuff back? say it out loud? no, screw it— he'll stick to typing. ]

suppose with the way you handle the network, a little bit of watching was inevitable

i'm not really a "friends" kind of guy, i'm more straight business
but i can still guarantee that when i'm in it, i'll pull my weight - for you and whoever else decides to join the winning team

[fourthmade]

its more than business
i think youll come see my side
we can only depend on each other to stay safe
not her conduits

[The screen flickers, the electric crackling fading to quiet. White words scroll on a black background.]

im sorry
thanks for trusting me
with business
ill see you around rafe

[chardismastic]

you don't have to tell me it's more, i've already died twice because of this

[ he forces himself to pause, staring without seeing down at his mummified hands, the screen's glow dimly reflected in the leathery skin. waits until he gets his temper back under control so he doesn't end up typing something he'd regret. keeping something in drafts isn't exactly an option with Elias, he assumes. ]

you don't have to bother with an apology, kid
you didn't say anything that wasn't true which is all i ever look for

but that aside: does this mean i'm accepted or whatever term you want to use for it? i'd like to be sure before i get started on some next steps

[fourthmade]

[The laptop chirps. A holographic keycard slips out from a slot in Rafe’s laptop, still warm to the touch. It hums and sings in his hand, shooting zaps of energy trickling up his arm and wedding to the skin of his left shoulder. That’s where the humming stays put, marking a map of gold circuitry behind.

The card is his ticket into the Arcade. The choice to use it is his. That’s all the answer Rafe will get out of Elias.]