Divine Overview
A god most of his own worshippers would deny worshipping.
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Bards, performers, and traveling troupes, almost none of whom would call it worship. A handful of small schools devoted to him quietly persist even in Voir, where every other rival faith has been driven underground or outlawed outright; no one has ever started a holy war over a tavern song, and the Monitors have never found it worth their time to check.
The Entertainer
The god almost no one admits to praying to, which may be exactly how he prefers it.
Orbain has no cathedral anywhere on Miranda, no High Cleric, no formal doctrine any scholar could point to and call orthodox. What he has instead is a reputation, passed hand to hand across every tavern circuit and traveling stage in every land that still tells stories, in the form of cryptic anecdotes about grand illusions pulled off at exactly the right moment, and a wit sharp enough that the punchline usually lands before anyone in the room realizes they've been had.
Most mortals who benefit from his attention never realize it was divine at all. A bard's trick that works a little too well, a crowd that laughs a little too readily, a performance that turns a hostile room friendly in the space of one verse. These get chalked up to talent and practice, not patronage. Orbain, by every account, is entirely fine with that. A god who needs to be thanked isn't really in it for the show.
Where formal religion has no room for him, nowhere more true than in Voir, where Iüdex's monotheism tolerates almost nothing else, small, informal schools devoted to him have still managed to survive, treated less like heresy and more like a harmless local tradition. It says something about Orbain's whole nature that even an order built to stamp out every rival faith looked at his and decided it wasn't worth the effort.