Gragnel/Sermons/The Magic of Truffenyi 02212024/Prayer Firulf

Gragnel gets a pitted iron comb from inside his leather longcoat.

Gragnel runs his iron comb through his hair.

Gragnel runs his iron comb through his hair.

Gragnel puts his comb in his leather longcoat.

Gragnel smiles broadly at the gathered faces.

Gragnel loudly says, "Greetings and good day to you all. I am Gragnel Durbin, a priest in the service of the powerful and majestic Lord Damaris of the Immortal Thirteen."

Gragnel lightly touches his panther pin as he says a quick prayer.

Gragnel matter-of-factly says, "If you have ever heard me give a sermon, then you already know that I'm no fool and I hold great reverence for all of the Thirty-Nine."

Gragnel says, "Today, I have prepared something for our Lord Firulf. I thank you in advance for your silence and attention."

Gragnel adjusts his silver spectacles into place.

Gragnel clears his throat.

Gragnel recites:

   "Clever and wise, Lord Firulf.
    We gather on this day to give praise to you and lift your noble name on high.
    You, whose wisdom has ever been inspirational to mages and commonfolk alike.
    You, the stern but loving father whom we all know and adore."

Gragnel recites:

   "Knowing and foreseeing, Lord Firulf.
    You, who gift your mighty staff to those worshippers whom you deem fitting.
    Lend us such a boon on this day so that we might use it to aide us in our struggles.
    Imbue us with your strength as we face these challenges."

Gragnel recites:

   "Wielder and master of the elements, Lord Firulf.
    Hear our prayers and hear the voices of those gathered here.
    May you find our cause worthy and our words moving."

Gragnel nods.

Gragnel thankfully says, "I appreciate your time today, folks."

Gragnel closes his prayer tome.

Gragnel puts his tome in his leather longcoat.