HARPER
For how short of a time he has been here, Harper has heard much of the Gods of Caido and their Heralds. He has never been a man of faith, especially having encountered so many aliens, demigods, and multi-dimensional travelers that godhood simply didn't seem real or unattainable any longer. Faith didn't save him from a nasty fight or guide him through tough waters. Religion had been so deeply corrupted in his modern age.
But these aren't the same gods, with rules all of their own. And he still doesn't know what race he is (something he never thought he'd have to consider again). Harper is man enough to admit his own biases, the fact that he might surely insult a god if it deigns to meet him. Which is a terrifying prospect, meeting a god at all. But he is also an inquisitive man, not too bad of a detective either. Someone else's words will not satisfy his curiosity about these gods. So he asks for direction, for instructions on proper form and offerings, and sets out.
He has very little, had been thrown into Caido with little more than his clothes. Creativity is all he has left.
The shrine is a beautiful natural wonder, and he steps carefully, his offering held in his arms. He admits he's not the type to kneel, to pray reverently, but he bends one knee and places his offering in hopes whoever lingers here will understand. It is a candle, made from the wax ends of different dying ones before it that he'd bartered away. Heated and dyed with crushed petals into a swirl of different shades. "A new beginning made from many old paths." Sighing softly, he strikes the match he'd found had been far harder to barter for, and sets the wick alight before settling cross-legged before it, watching the flame dance in the fading light of dusk. "If anyone is there, I would like to meet you. To know you." More than just to know of them.
But these aren't the same gods, with rules all of their own. And he still doesn't know what race he is (something he never thought he'd have to consider again). Harper is man enough to admit his own biases, the fact that he might surely insult a god if it deigns to meet him. Which is a terrifying prospect, meeting a god at all. But he is also an inquisitive man, not too bad of a detective either. Someone else's words will not satisfy his curiosity about these gods. So he asks for direction, for instructions on proper form and offerings, and sets out.
He has very little, had been thrown into Caido with little more than his clothes. Creativity is all he has left.
The shrine is a beautiful natural wonder, and he steps carefully, his offering held in his arms. He admits he's not the type to kneel, to pray reverently, but he bends one knee and places his offering in hopes whoever lingers here will understand. It is a candle, made from the wax ends of different dying ones before it that he'd bartered away. Heated and dyed with crushed petals into a swirl of different shades. "A new beginning made from many old paths." Sighing softly, he strikes the match he'd found had been far harder to barter for, and sets the wick alight before settling cross-legged before it, watching the flame dance in the fading light of dusk. "If anyone is there, I would like to meet you. To know you." More than just to know of them.
let your faith be bigger than your fear
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
