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Age: 29 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood
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While Oliver didn't know much, he had learned a small bit from the very few people he had talked with. The gods were....an interesting group, to say the least. Bits of stories had been told around him and from what he could tell, they could bring great things. They sometimes interacted with people, maybe even more than once.

They were something he could believe in when he knew nothing about himself.

That's how he ended up at the shrine, carrying a small bag filled with dried herbs and spices. The bag he had found by scrounging around abandoned buildings. For the herbs and spices he did have to do a couple of favors, none of them were really troublesome. Just a little time consuming, that's all. It didn't mean anything when he may receive what he felt like he needed most. What Oliver believed would actually help him out on his journey into this new realm.

Guidance.

He wasn't exactly sure what he wanted specifically. There were too many questions he had, so many unanswered things about himself and about the Hollowed Grounds. He had already asked so many things of others that he felt bad, in a way. Stupid. It was hard enough dealing with someone who was brand new, but also someone who remembered nothing and asked multiple questions? That must've been a lot and Oliver felt a bit guilty for making things harder for those he had so far interacted with.

Things would be okay, though. He'd get used to this. Things would be easy, for Oliver was 'normal'. He had forgotten the term to refer to them, but he was apparently someone who the gods favored and lacked any talents or abilities. Hopefully that meant he could receive guidance and help from the gods. No matter how obscure it was, Oliver believed anything was helpful.

Kneeling down, he carefully emptied the contents of the small bag, laying each of the objects down neatly in a precise arrangement. Things had to look good for the gods, right? Man, he didn't even know who in specific he was going to pray to. Maybe he should've come more prepared?

Shaking away those thoughts, Oliver tried to empty his mind of any stress or worry inside him. He wasn't really sure how this worked. Could the gods read his mind? How would they appear in front of him?

Taking a leap of faith, he spoke in a quiet voice. "I give you this offering and I ask of guidance in return." It was his best assumption at how this worked, hoping that maybe things wouldn't be too bad. Maybe.


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Was it because Oliver was new?

Was it because he was an abandoned?

Was it because his prayer wasn't right, or his offerings unwanted?

It was so hard to know. What was known however, was that as the outlander knelt to pray, absolutely nothing seemed to happen.


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