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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

[strontiumdog]

[A sharp inhale of breath as the buzzing radio resolves into an actual voice. He listens raptly, distant and transfixed. Someone who might be more familiar with Johnny would be able to recognize the symptoms of the shadows under his eyes - the dark, obsessive intent, and the way his fingers slowly curl over his thighs, but anyone who would was long dead or gone.]

[Those words settle heavy on him, like a mantle he'd never asked for but invariably stepped up to take, sinking into his bones, branding him with his duty because nobody else could or would make a difference. He's never been able to resist it, has he? The siren call of making the world a just place, helping those who couldn't help themselves, of stepping up to balance the scales with an executioner's gun. The unmistakable compulsion of taking up a cause, to give up everything he is for it. Hunt the guilty. Protect the innocent. And then, once his duty is done... rest. Knowing true peace. No more killing, no more sacrifice. Of sinking into the earth and taking the weight of his bloody sins and the power of change with him so he could no longer make things worse, taking people's lives into his hands and shaping the world as he sees fit.]

[He knows there's something wrong with him. He knows that all the Fog God really did was to peel away the layers, to make the desire that's always burned in him that he rejected and swallowed down every time he forced someone to shuffle off this jagged mortal coil into a necessity – to kill, to chase, to follow the act of the hunt. Killing to live, just in a different way. Those mimicked words that radio spat back at him weren't too off the mark, after all. A rabid animal that needed to be put down. A fanatical zealot hounding after vengeance for the sake of it, no matter the destructive cost to himself or those around him. But too many restless nights alone with his nightmares, unable to escape or even make a difference, and he's itching to do something. He's too unbalanced, tipped away from the scales of justice. He wants a break from the sheer senselessness of it all.]

You're right. When you win. I know you've promised others that you'll return them to their worlds. Reverse their mutations. But for me...

["You can finally rest."]

...I want you to undo whatever it is that brings me back when I die.

[Johnny gives a small, humorless smile, hardening resolve in his voice. He nods his head sharply, and stands up.]

Freedom for the termination of the being known as the Fog God. Payable on execution, and proof. On those terms, I accept your contract.