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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

[goryteller]

Hello, Fourth God.

I spoke with one of your priests, and he told me that when I pray to you, I should speak to you like a normal, regular person. That you're very nice, all things considered. So that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to speak to you like you're a regular person.

[An uncomfortable pause.]

So. Um. Nice weather, we're having, right? Nice spring weather. It was May in my own world when the Fog God took me, so it's a little eerie, somehow. Like I didn't really leave.

[Another pause.]

Sorry. Part of this feels rude, like I'm going on and on and not giving you time to get a word in edgewise. I do that sometimes, you know, when I'm nervous, I just keep talking to fill up the silence, but there wouldn't be any silence if I learned to calm down and talk like a normal fucking person. You know? So, I, um, if I'm being rude, please let me know, and I'll stop.

[Pause.]

Or don't, if you don't want to speak to me. That's fine, too.

[Pause.]

But I'm not talking to you just to chat. I mean, I can do that in the future, certainly, if that's what you want, I don't have time right now. My brother's life is in danger. Back home. And I know you want to free us from the Fog God and send us all home again, but I don't know how long I can wait. I'm scared.

What should I do?

[fourthmade]

[Should Kat have any electronic device nearby--a radio, a tv, it doesn’t matter--a quiet voice will soon speak up through the hum of static.]

i dont mind listening
its fine

[a beat of silence]

i understand
you feel powerless
right?
but i cant help you or your brother
as long as SHE still has power.

im sorry.

if you want to leave
you have to stop her
you can try to help me if you want
but i dont know how long it will take

[goryteller]

[Katurian doesn't use the radio, but the family he's staying with keeps it in the spare bedroom with him. He jolts at the response, wondering whether or not he accidentally turned on the device with his elbow.

He doesn't need to wonder long.]

I didn't --

[He swallows, his voice harsh in his throat.]

I didn't know you were a little boy. How old are you?

[But that's a silly thing to ask a god. A god, he thinks. Christ, is this really happening? A tremor escapes his spine and makes its way up to his hands.]

T-Thank you for -- Thank you so much for answering me. I know you didn't need to answer me, but you did, and I really appreciate that. And I -- I know you didn't need to tell me the truth, that you can't save my brother, at least not right now, but you did and I-- I appreciate that, too. I really do. It's always important to tell the truth, even when it's difficult, because that way, people know they can trust you.

[Am I trying to lecture a fucking god? He bites his lip, tapping his fingers nervously against the desk.]

Sorry, you-- You know that. [Beat.] I'm not angry with you, by the way. Not like some other people. I want you to know that.

[Another nervous tap, tap, tap.]

Thank you.