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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.

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[fourthmade]

a portal with her blessings
is a cursed portal
fiddleford isnt making the way out he thinks he is
not with her backing him up

[Elias and his machines crackle and beep. If it sounds like a hospital heart monitor, that's because it is designed to mimic it. The heart rate spikes and settles to an even, slow beat.]

i cant trust fiddleford anymore
until he comes back to me and to you
comes back completely i mean
and we can trust him together

[SHhhhhhhhhhh the machines hiss a sigh. A component opens up beneath a nearby monitor, and a shelf slowly ekes out. On the shelf is a plate of half-eaten cookies from one of Reira's visits. The monitor blinks with the words I SAVED SOME FOR YOU.]

i hear you
i know youre hurt

but its important to me to trust my very best friends
so we can do the serious stuff
along with our games and our plates of cookies

and i wont have to worry again
about anyone else trying to shove me into a tin can

[peccatore]

[He... wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. He's doubtful that the Fog God supports the portal's creation in any way, but that doesn't mean she can't interfere without Fiddleford's knowledge.

What he can say with some degree of certainty is that Fiddleford is never coming back to the Arcade. Marco won't say that much outright, but he does say -]

He's already with me, don't worry.
We know how to navigate our differences.

[... He hopes.

The cookies are an appreciated distraction. A nice gesture.]

I won't let anyone hurt you.
I

I'm sorry I almost let that happen.
But I want you to promise you won't do that to Fiddleford again.
Please.

Even if he's not your friend anymore, he's still very important to me.
And I'm certainly not going anywhere without him.

[fourthmade]

[A robotic arm slips out and places the cookies on a nearby table. The components in the machine close with a soft whir.]

whatever happens to fiddleford next
will happen because he did it to himself
ok?

i dont need to do anything else
i dont want to hurt anything right now
and i dont want to hurt you

be careful marco
please dont get lost like he did
we still have so much we have to do

[The heart monitor sounds cease. Silence reigns.

Elias, his consciousness, has clocked out of the room.]