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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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[andthetombstones]

Robbie doesn't know exactly how he's supposed to do a prayer for the fourth god, and he's not about to look stupid by asking. But, he has something in mind when he walks into the arcade at midday, entering his own room and setting up.

The young troll unshouldered his guitar and sat it down, withdrawing a candle and a small book of matches from his pocket. He sat up in one corner, lighting the candle and resting on his knees. Almost as if someone was watching, the teen clasped his hands nervously and squeezed his eyes shut.

"...This feels stupid." A deep breath.

"Anyway, I'm kind of freaking out here. With the whole... new year thing. I'm not used to this place. I don't belong here. Could you just... help me relax a little? Some peace of mind or something?"

Another uncomfortable pause.

"I'm gonna do this right."

"Uh... Fourth God
my guardian dear,
To whom God's love
commits me here,
Ever this day,
be at my side,
To light and guard,
Rule and guide.
Amen."

He sat back, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes.

"It's the only one I really remember that would work here."

Robbie leaned forward to blow out the candle, feeling more than a little foolish but hoping it would help, at least a little.

[fourthmade]

[When the candle's flame ceases, the lone radio in Robbie's room begins to sound with life. There's the high pitched trill and crackle of static as the dial turns wildly and erratic, as if possessed, and it's a little startling to say the least.

But then, almost abruptly, the dial settles. The static clears to that of the soothing strings of a guitar, the player humming along to the non existent lyrics. The tone is not too soft, but not all that hardcore, either. A pleasant but catchy tune that if Robbie should try, he could probably play along, too.

The channel continues for a few hours, with various artists playing, but somehow, most if not all will probably be to Robbie's taste.]

[andthetombstones]

[The teenager did start, freezing and putting his eyes on the radio. His ears gyrated, phasing through a few different emotions until the music clicked into clarity. His eyes softened, and Robbie sat.

It took him a few minutes of just listening before he did scoot back on the bed, resting his guitar in his lap and beginning to play along absently. Once again he's more than glad to hear some music he knows or at least enjoys.

The troll didn't play the whole time. Sometimes he just laid there for a little while, staring up at the ceiling.

Finally, when the music ended, he sat up and rubbed his eyes.]

...Thanks.

[fourthmade]

[No response comes after the thanks, and the radio remains silent. Did he hear it? Or was it an empty line?

Either way, welcome to the 4th.]