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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

post-Outer Limits

[detectivision]

[He goes to the arcade in person one night, still weak from his time in the thing up in the sky. However, he doesn't go into the arcade. He stops a few feet from the plastic door, his monster features concealed, a hat pulled down over his eyes, for all intents and purposes a human who's stopped for a smoke.]

Elias?

I need your help. I'm interested in the protections you offer -- and I am willing to work for them.

[fourthmade]

[ Above Holmes, a security camera is already watching him. It hums with an electronic whirring as it zooms in to focus on him.

The plastic door swings open. There's an arcade game near the entrance, close enough for the disguised Holmes to see.

A few lines of text are already on it. ]

how can i help you
sherlock holmes
my new friend

[detectivision]

[He glances to the side, then frowns, waving a gloved hand as though dispelling an unpleasant miasma in the air.]

"Friend" is going a bit far. I'd prefer to think of this as a business arrangement. You have something I want: the ability to hold onto memories, in spite of death.

I will be an agent for you, in exchange. But I have not forgotten what occurred the last time I signed on with you -- how quickly I was targeted by those who sympathize with the Fog.

I have no intention of telling anyone but a trusted few that I am doing work for you. Can you manage the same discretion?

[He taps the ash off the end of the cigarette, irritation evident in the gesture.]

Such as not plastering my name across your arcade screens?