Nari the Lucky

His true face hidden behind a leering mask, Nari the Lucky is a fickle fiend to meet on the road. He loves nothing more than to vex passing travelers with impossible riddles, or challenge them to games of chance where fate's arc seems to always bend toward his will – even in the most unlikely of ways. Should one quibble with Nari's rules or deny him a game, they should expect his vicious scythe to be at their throat, before they can frantically beg to play this trickster's devilish amusements. Where does this freakish luck come from? Nari is said to have once been an adventurer – one who did not follow his Dwarven comrades into the bowels of the earth, but instead one who chose to delight in the wonders of Teleria with endless travel. He indulged in flights of fancy – pursuing fables and rumors about hidden treasures, mysterious spirits, and wondrous places where untold bounty lay. More often than not, these were nothing more than wild goose chases into the back of beyond, but one day, Nari's luck turned. On one grand expedition, he met with a Fae under an eternal rainbow, in possession of a magical pot of gold. The coins from this pot could pay any toll, and would always return to the owner's pocket. Greed overtook Nari's mind, and he challenged the Fae to a battle of wits for one of these magical coins. The Fae agreed, but under one condition – if Nari lost, he would become the pot's new owner, unable to leave its side and spend any of its endless wealth. The two shook hands on the deal and began their game of riddles. The two clashed for a day and a night without respite, each effortlessly parrying the other's mental thrusts. Slowly, Nari tired, but the glittering lucre from the pot stirred him on. Summoning up all of his cunning, he gave the Fae an impossible riddle – an unsolvable conundrum to which even he did not know the answer. The Fae pondered for hours, trying to solve Nari's vexatious puzzle without success. At its wits' end and sick of seeing his opponent's wry grin, it admitted defeat and awarded the canny Dwarf victory. While Nari had kept to the rules of their bout, the Fae seethed at his cunning. In retribution, it hexed the coin it gave Nari with a devious curse. Luck would eternally be on Nari's side, whether he wanted it or not. He would win any game, any quarrel, any argument – but it would never be a clean win. Fate would always conspire to see Nari triumph, but this triumph would always raise his opponent's ire. Even if Nari wished to fail, this coin would refuse him defeat, even when losing might be the right move for his survival. And so, Nari still wanders Teleria to this day – his cursed treasure bringing him 'luck' wherever he goes, as well as a stream of angry losers who seek vengeance on this masked rogue. He tries desperately to pass off his treasure as the glorious prize for the victor of his devious games, but no challenger can best him, not even death itself. Forever he must wander, in search of a trickster who may finally bring his lucky streak to its end.