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The elf lays down some kindling and a few logs, carefully constructing the basis of a nice camp fire. That done, he smiles to himself and sets the whole thing ablaze with an incantation, completely invalidating his own work.
He grins, warming his hands before the fire, and peering happily into the flames. He waits until the whole thing is crackling away merrily before beginning to offer his prayers.
"O' fickle trickster, hear the word of your foolish and misguided servant! I would ask nothing for myself, other than that your luck continues to be a kind and harsh master, but I offer a prayer to you for another. I know not the nature of the individual who styles himself as Sinister Nate, but he is a prankster whose like I have never encountered before. I would never make demands, but I implore you to take note of this treacherous and deceitful individual, and to bring him luck, whether it be good, bad, or both."
He looks again to the fire, and throws upon it a magickal dagger, a thousand stags, some faerie dust, and a pair of hide boots stolen from a mercenary.
Th elf sits, watching the flames lick at his sacrifice and contemplating the vicissitudes of fate.
((Edit for DMs: I'll stick everything bar the thousand gold in a garbage can, and I'll give the stags to one of you online
He grins, warming his hands before the fire, and peering happily into the flames. He waits until the whole thing is crackling away merrily before beginning to offer his prayers.
"O' fickle trickster, hear the word of your foolish and misguided servant! I would ask nothing for myself, other than that your luck continues to be a kind and harsh master, but I offer a prayer to you for another. I know not the nature of the individual who styles himself as Sinister Nate, but he is a prankster whose like I have never encountered before. I would never make demands, but I implore you to take note of this treacherous and deceitful individual, and to bring him luck, whether it be good, bad, or both."
He looks again to the fire, and throws upon it a magickal dagger, a thousand stags, some faerie dust, and a pair of hide boots stolen from a mercenary.
Th elf sits, watching the flames lick at his sacrifice and contemplating the vicissitudes of fate.
((Edit for DMs: I'll stick everything bar the thousand gold in a garbage can, and I'll give the stags to one of you online