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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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Night of the 17th

[conniemaheswaran]

It's been a long day. A very, very long couple of days, really. And Connie was sick of seeing people die. Something had to be done. The people needed out of Bavan, or at least a way to keep the mannequins off them for as long as possible so the rest of the population could get to the safe houses. Plus, judging from a few firsthand accounts of people who had come to Bavan in the hope of safety, this was all just the beginning.

So Connie has a plan. A stupid plan, but a plan nonetheless. She quietly swipes a radio from one of the groups of humans that were jam-packed into the warehouse, and finds a miraculously quiet corner to turn it on. "Hello, Elias," she says, her voice coming out broken, raspy with fatigue, "I... I don't even know where to begin.

"Things are really bad right now. Really, really bad, and I can only think of one way to make them even a bit better." She lets out a rattling sigh. "So, um... I pledge myself to your service. Please. I need your help."

[fourthmade]

[The radio hums. It's a low, quiet sound - quiet enough to escape the notice of any mannequins or people who might be nearby. But not Connie.

Then Elias' voice emerges.]

hello connie
don't worry
you don't need to "serve" me
I just want to be your friend
and now that we're officially friends
I can give you a gift

[She'll feel a gentle static shock that rolls up her entire body. When it's over, she'll have her Tier 1 abilities.]