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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]

the plan

[The childlike voice is like static piercing Shun's mind. He can't hear it like anyone could hear a voice from a speaker. It exists in his consciousness, an electric crackling permeating the burial grounds and the rest of the arcade.

Distantly, there's a steady beep that sounds like a heart monitor. It must be coming from somewhere else in the complex.]

she has too much power for you to escape her
or to strike her alone
here with me is a safe place
with all of our friends
together
theres power in numbers and in volume
and theres too much we have to build and to charge
before we make a drastic move

[The crackle nips the tip of Shun's nose. It's hot.]

i have good people working to build machines
and other projects
that will get everyone away from her

heres how you can help
i need you to throw off her priests
there are too many of them and not enough of us
plant false leads for them
make sure they dont interfere

and when they get too close to our work

[The vision blinks in Shun's head, sort of like a pixelated, blocky image: little figures, wrapped up in fog priest clothes, with Xs for eyes.]

you do what you got to
and make them sorry

can you do that for me?

[raidraptors]

[Shun can feel the scowl that pulls on his lips – he'd think that his words are qualifier enough on how much he doesn't particular want to strike out on his own–

Don't argue. Not now. If he starts arguing over something so insignificant, they won't get anything done.

The hot crackle makes his nose twitch. Shun endures, tilts his head to listen. He could learn, he thinks, if needed, how to build and help with other plans, but considering the people he knows for sure to be Fourth supporters at this point, knowing what he knows about what kind of people the Fourth picked up four years back…

He's definitely a better asset by working security for whatever else is being cooked up by the Fourth. This suits him fine anyway.]

You should know better than to ask, if I can do that.

[Killing enemies is not a hardship and nothing that Shun will lose sleep over. That's what war is about, after all.]

I'll need details for this. Names and locations, or alternately, the name of someone with an overview who I can coordinate with.

[He presses his lips together for a second, then continues.]

I understand that you don't want to put all your eggs in one basket, and that's smart. [Resistance had kept the branch-system when they had formed from the four duel schools of Heartland for that reason, after all.] But there needs to be a little overlap somewhere. I have no desire to lead her bootlickers to a different project of ours on accident because I didn't know there was something to find.

[fourthmade]

[The beeping persists. Elias knows Shun is a good friend. He can share what he needs to in order for him to do the best job he can.

And so starts a brief computerized tableau. A screen lights up near the ceiling, crackling with more hot static, and a small pair of boxy figures pops up. One is a blond mer-creature with glasses, the other is an angry-looking, middle-aged naga, bulky, fierce, and menacing. The Fog hovers like poison over the naga's slithery body.]

marco
he builds the machines for us
its his project and has been for a very long time
but ive already said
he cant trust his husband now that hes with her

neither should you

[The married couple disappears, replaced by a smiling goblin Reira proudly bearing a giant chocolate chip cookie over her head like Link would triumphantly hold up the triforce in an NES game. Tagging along beside her is a pink-haired girl.]

reira recruits
she brought yuzu here
now we can offer a lot of cookies and games
to share with the newbies

[The screen wipes clean except for a single, small ball. It's blue. It's glowing. It bounces slowly from one side of the screen to the other.]

i have another newer friend
hes working hard
the gears for his plan are clicking right in place
i cant talk more about it
it wont be long
youll see soon

[The screen shuts off completely, but the air is still prickling with energy. Elias hasn't left yet.]

you can sabotage her priests
it wont be hard
to show everyone how crazed
and dangerous they are

scary

killers

not like us

[raidraptors]

[Shun commits the names to memory – Marco is familiar, and Reira… he wishes she wasn't quite so involved, but he's not exactly surprised either. With Yuzu back in the fold… yea, he'll have to talk to her about that.

Make sure that she really knows what she's gotten herself into, just like she had done for him a long time ago.

The last, newer friend… well, apparently he'll see what the hell is up with that sometimes soon. He has enough to deal with with Reira and Marco for now anyway. He almost snorts at the last part – so he's just a killer… instead of a scary killer. Probably not nearly the compliment that the Fourth might think it is.

It doesn't matter now.]

All right, I'll get in touch with Reira and Marco then. …And get an eye out on that husband.

[Reira should be able to put him in touch with others. He'll see if anyone else is capable of fighting properly… they can coordinate from there on. ]

Thank you.

[He throws a last glance at the tamaya, heart aching just a little at the sight. It probably will take a long while until he can look at it without hurting… he exhales slowly.

It's time to move on.]

Take care of them.

[He leaves without looking back.]