Well, hello there. Let me tell you a bit about offerin’ to Mystra, whoever she is. Folks say she’s some kind of big shot god, like them others – Tyr, Helm, and that Selune gal. City folks got all sorts of fancy ways, but down here, we just do what feels right.

Now, I ain’t no scholar or nothin’, but from what I hear, Mystra likes magic and all that sparkly stuff. So, if you wanna get on her good side, maybe you bring her somethin’ shiny? Like, maybe a pretty rock or a smooth piece of glass. I found a real nice one the other day, all glittery and blue, like the sky after a rainstorm. Reckon she’d like that. Or maybe not. Gods are finicky, you know?

Why Folks Offer Things Anyway?

I always wondered why folks offer things to gods in the first place. My old man used to say it’s like givin’ a gift to someone powerful. You want somethin’ from ‘em, you gotta give somethin’ first. Makes sense, I guess. Like when the neighbor’s dog keeps diggin’ in your garden, you give him a bone so he’ll leave your tomatoes alone.

So, maybe you offer Mystra somethin’ ‘cause you want her to keep you safe, or help you find somethin’ you lost, or even make your crops grow better. I ain’t askin’ for much, just enough to keep the chickens layin’ and the roof from leakin’. And maybe a little extra luck wouldn’t hurt none.

• Findin’ the Right Spot: Now, you can’t just leave your offerin’ anywhere. City folks got special places, churches they call ‘em, with big statues of all them gods. I heard there’s one in the lower city with Tyr, Helm, Mystra, and Selune all standin’ around. Sounds crowded if you ask me.
• What to Offer: Like I said, Mystra likes magic stuff. But if you ain’t got nothin’ fancy, don’t fret. Maybe a wildflower, or a shiny pebble, or even a heartfelt prayer would do the trick. It’s the thought that counts, right? That’s what my grandma used to say.
• Sayin’ a Few Words: When you leave your offerin’, you gotta say somethin’. You can’t just dump it and run. Tell Mystra what’s on your mind. Be polite, mind you. Even gods don’t like rude folks. Somethin’ like, “Oh great Mystra, I brung you this shiny rock. Hope you like it. And maybe you could, you know, keep an eye on me and mine.” Keep it simple, that’s what I say.

Gale and that Orb Thing

I heard a story about some fella named Gale. Seems he had this magic orb inside him, and it was gonna blow him up real good. Folks were sayin’ he should just tell Mystra he didn’t wanna die and maybe she’d help him out. Sounds like a pickle to me. Reminds me of that time my cow got stuck in the mud. Had to pull her out with the tractor. Took all afternoon, it did.

Anyways, they say Mystra might give Gale a job to do, deliver somethin’ called a crown, and then she’d take that orb away. See? Offerin’s and deals. That’s how it works, even with gods. Though I reckon deliverin’ a crown is a bit more than offerin’ a shiny rock.

Don’t Mess with a Happy Endin’

And listen here, folks say that whatever happens between talkin’ to Mystra and the big final fight, it shouldn’t mess up a happy endin’. Now I ain’t sure what fight they’re talkin’ about, but I do know a thing or two about happy endin’s. A good harvest, a warm fire on a cold night, a full belly and a roof over your head. That’s what I call a happy endin’. And maybe a little extra luck from Mystra wouldn’t hurt none neither.

So, there you have it. My two cents on offerin’ to Mystra. I ain’t no expert, mind you, but I figure bein’ honest and respectful is the way to go, with gods and with people. And if you find a real pretty rock, well, maybe Mystra would like it. Or maybe not. Like I said, gods are finicky.

The Other Gods

And don’t forget them other gods, too. Tyr, Helm, and that Selune gal. They probably like offerin’s too, though I ain’t sure what kind. Maybe Tyr likes swords, bein’ the god of justice and all. And Helm might like somethin’ sturdy and protective, like a good pair of boots. Selune? Maybe she likes moon rocks or somethin’. Who knows? Like I said, gods are complicated.

Just do what feels right in your heart, and maybe, just maybe, them gods will smile down on you. Or at least, they won’t smite you. That’s always a good thing. Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go check on them chickens.

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