Torm, The Righteous:
~A prayer by Narida Loyalscale~
Torm, The Righteous
Guide my strike,
Lead me to protect those that might
Not have the strength
To lift their hands
To vanquish foes across the land.
Torm, The Righteous
Stay my strike
Guide me to see through the shadows at night.
Speak your words
Unto my ear
Let me judge those for whom judgment is near.
I’ve been playing some D&D via the Roll20 virtual tabletop. It’s a wonderful way to be social and connect with people right now. I think it helps everyone relax and escape for a few (or several hours). Escapism gets a bad name, but I think it’s essential to human happiness. After all, aren’t sports an escape from the monotony of everyday life? Doesn’t the US pause everything on Sundays during Football season to not worry about anything but their fantasy teams? In Europe and most other places in the world, Soccer plays a similar role. Sports are a reason to be passionate and excited. To hoop and holler for something that is otherwise meaningless. D&D is much the same. We laugh and care about a shared story. We pretend we are Gnomes and Elves and Dragonborn mages. Our DM tells us people need the help of mighty and brave adventurers. Isn’t that what everyone wants? For others to need them? Don’t the athletes on sports fields feed off the crowd? Without the crowd would sports matter in the slightest? Of course not. The difference being, I suppose, that D&D between socially inclined nerds needs observation, for players are the participants and the audience.
In this spirit, I thought it would be fun to write out some prayers to the god my character, Vilda Hoindidde, follows–Mystra, the Goddess of all magic. As Vilda is horribly cheesy, so too are her prayers. I’ll likely showcase this in our next session.
A Call For the Favor of Mystra
Mother, mother, mother of mysteries
Please take my prayers as humble inquiries.
Don’t shield my eyes from the knowledge of history,
All I desire is a series of victories!