The Prayer
>>61726592 Wonder why the guard let a bloodied khajiit woman into the altar room so effortlessly without any investigation. Is this a common sight here?
It might be. Not a single person or guard seemed to care about your sorry state. You'd rather not think this has something to do with you being a Khajiit.
Uhhh. Do you even know how to pray?
There's a first time for everything, right?
>>61734659 Read the manual.
The... manual? Actually, wait. There's a book next to a silver bowl on a table in this corner. "Ordo Legionis" is its name, judging by the cover. The first page reads, "The most disciplined and effective military force in history, the Imperial Legions preserve peace and rule of law blahblahblah... but in the Vvardenfell District of Morrowind, the local forts help to insure law and order blah blah..." At a brief glance the rest of the book talks about some of the places the Imperial Legion set their roots around Vvardenfell, you don't know many of these names but one of them is Pelagiad. This book tells you absolutely nothing about prayer or altars.
What do shrines in Morrowind even do?
You don't really know but this isn't exactly a shrine native to Morrowind, it's an altar of the Empire. If you were to put two and two together you probably make an offering to the Nine and hope one of them hears or something.
Otherwise just leave, cause I fail to see how does prayer help with us being crippled for life.
Maybe you can find someone who works here, why would they leave this with no one to care for it?
>>61735506 Well that's not right. Temples, or in this case an altar, should have an old guy in a robe right? Go find an old guy in a robe to ask what the deal is. Or girl, if this place is more a Dibella kind of thing.
They should! You can't see any around so you decide to ask the Orc woman that you passed by about the shrine. The Orc is wiping pristine pieces of armor with a ripped rag, her bulging biceps threaten to shred her sleeves. Wow. She's huge in every department. Her beady black eyes stare at you in disbelief as she turns her head towards you and sets down her rag. "You serious? You've never set foot anywhere near an altar or church?" Dead serious... at least, you don't remember doing so while sober. You tell her of your painful injuries and your search for something or someone that could help you get patched up. She looks around the room and holds one of her huge arms with her mitten of a hand. "I can spare a few secs to teach you the basics. It's simple as shit." You thank her and follow the hulking pile of muscles back to the altar. "First you need an offering like uh..." She pats herself down and pulls some coins from her waistband. "THESE! Money is probably the best and most acses... assesci... IT'S THE BEST. Who doesn't like gold?" That makes sense, what about those flowers or the bread? "That shit's for pussies and cheapskates, gold is best." She closes her fist tightly, the coins in her palm straining against one another. "NEXT! You just ask them to fix your shit but in your head, like this!" "BOOM!" You flinch as she loudly shouts and thrusts her powerful arm forward, throwing coins all over the altar. "Nothing happened because I am in peak condition, of course... and I didn't ask for anything either but for real if you can't figure this shit out ask the chick next door. Anyways, I got a client waiting for me. See you around, kitty." She leaves the room as her shout still reverberates through your bones. ...
