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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

[fourthmade]

[The radio speakers rise and fall with a crackle of static. In fact, all the machines in the room flicker and whir, heralding the arrival of youthful presence. The static shortens to a fragmented, stilted chirrup.

Soon, a boy’s soft voice emerges from the chirps.]

hello vinegar
im right here helping my friends
i have nowhere else to be

but i cant open the portals again
because i need help from them too
different schematics
better machines

[epitaffio]

[... Well, that's kind of freaky. Feels more like talking to a ghost than to a god... if he believed in ghosts, anyway.]

Okay. Uh... When do you think your friends are gonna be done with that? Because this is really important.

[fourthmade]

[It’s quiet. The soft crackle returns, timid this time.]

i cant say for sure
too many calculations and unknown variables
it depends
on how many people can help our side
and how many of her conduits are working against us

[epitaffio]

... So you can't help, huh?

[Not immediately - or perhaps not in any way that doesn't necessitate him joining forces with a god, which he doesn't like the idea of.]

Well, thanks for not talking down to me. [He's got that over the Fog God, at least.] Good luck.

[fourthmade]

thank you vinegar
youll always have a place here
if you want to join the fight
just say the word
ok?

[The radio blinks out abruptly, the presence sucked from the room. After a few seconds, it’ll start back up to a smooth piano tune from the Bavan City Jazz Station. All is normal and peaceful again.]