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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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[strontiumdog]

[ooc: this thread was planned to conclude with two human ritual sacrifices, one dedicated to the fourth by Johnny.]

[Kneeling in the soil and burnt ashes of Rota, mingled with the blood and suffering of other lives so thick he can almost taste it, he wonders what the sneck he's doing. Wonders as he holds the knife up against the man's throat. He hesitates for a moment, the angle of the knife catching his eye's reflection. For a split second, he doesn't even recognise himself. Dark shadows under his lids, worn away. The blood circle already drawn, and one sacrifice already concluded, to an anti-climatic end. They need more.]

[He wonders what he looks like to Arthas. Wonders if he looked like that time he'd stood there in front of Blood Moon's corpse, knife in hand and deciding if he could cut his head off and throw it at the altar of the GCC, be that kind of person. He'd decided no, then. He couldn't - wouldn't be that kind of person. But that was then. This is now.]

I'm talking to you, Fourth. [He murmurs under his breath, where Arthas can't hear. He doesn't have the same, broken radio on him as when he'd first made contact, but he reaches up and wraps his hand around the black pair of goggles around his neck, squeezing it tight. He opens his eyes, and turns his face toward the lightening sky, staring with empty eyes beyond his surroundings, into the truth of things.]

I remember what Sam told me. He said... loyalty, devotion, sacrifice - that's its own kind of power. That's how you gain power. Maybe I can't get the gates open, send everyone home with a single life - this was a damn fool endeavor from the start. Nothing was ever gained with the cost of a single life. But perhaps it'll help.

[Now? Look at him now.]

[And he's done worse things for worse reasons, after all. But is this for the right cause?]

[...Yes, he decides. Yes it is.]

[And that's all Johnny ever needed to know. With a swift motion, he glides the edge over the man's jugular and opens up his throat.]

[fourthmade]

[As soon as the blood spills, a crack of lightning splits through the sky, striking his nearby motorbike, but it doesn't destroy it. Instead, Johnny will hear a roar from the bike's engine. It revs up, as if alive, and its headlight flickers erratically. It quiets after a moment, and the light seems to blink in tune to the voice of the Fourth filtering through the low rumbling vehicle.]

it does help

it really does

so thank you

im sorry it has to be this way

i know you don't like it

but try to endure just a little longer

you know what will be waiting for you

at the end

[The bike revs once more as electricity crackles all over it. The sparks and snaps seem to dissipate into the ground, creeping all over the ritual circle, before disappearing.]