NPC & REID: Mogelweg

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There is a tale, carried over from the old days of Markshire, when the walls of Arik still stood unmolested. It tells of a happy-go-lucky (some would say daft) farmer/musician, and an episode that succinctly describes how he carried on with his life:

This is a story of a farmer whose horse ran away. That evening the neighbors gathered to commiserate with him since this was such bad luck. He said, "May be." The next day the horse returned, but brought with it six wild horses, and the neighbors came exclaiming at his good fortune. He said, "May be." And then, the following day, his son tried to saddle and ride one of the wild horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. Again the neighbors came to offer their sympathy for the misfortune. He said, "May be." The day after that, conscription officers came to the village to seize young men for the army, but because of the broken leg the farmer's son was rejected. When the neighbors came in to say how fortunately everything turned out, he said, "May be."

Mogelweg is the embodiment of this unique combination of opportunity, effort, and fate. Is it luck? Is it mere chance? Is it chaos? Who knows..? The usual resolution to tales seems to be that 'everything turns out all right in the end,' but even if the journey doesn't take them very far, those involved are frequently much the wiser for it.

Alignment: Neutral, and often Chaotic.

Common Followers: Those who wish for a change in their lives. Those who embark on journeys of self-discovery and enlightenment. Those who hope for the future to be in their favour. Musicians, rogues, and wanderers.

Though followers are not said to be true devotees, if he has touched their lives they'll not forget him for a long, long time.

Appearance: Though reports vary somewhat, his appearance is consistently that of a small demihuman or human dressed in thick, warm clothing. The clasp that holds his cloak about his shoulders is a brilliant emerald in color. His head is always bald-headed, and impressive, chestnut-brown moustaches festoon his ruddy face.

Mogelweg seems to favour folk music, and often appears to revel and rejoice in the sound of the lute or tambourine as an audience member or sometimes musician.