"Luck is a horse to ride like any other."

— Matrim Cauthon, Lord of Luck

Hastily, the man ties a scarf around his eyes and draws one of his knives from his sleeve. The loudest sound is that of the watchers breathing. Not drunk? I’m jucier than a fiddler’s whelp. And yet, he suddenly feels his luck, feels that surge the way he does when he knows which spots would show before the dice stop tumbling. It seems to clear his head a little. “Throw it,” he murmurs calmly. In the stillness, the thunk of steel stabbing wood is as loud as the clatter of the target on the pavement.

An elf sits in her prison cell, waiting for her chance. Her guard falls asleep eventually, and she begins to weave. She aligns the strands of fate, and suddenly, luck is with her -- the guard was careless, and the keys are within reach. The elf unlocks the door and, weaving fate to ensure she meets no one else, walks calmly out into the night.

When the halfling opens his eyes, he wonders if he has; for it is just as dark as with them shut. Very slowly he gets up and gropes about on all fours, till luck guides him to the wall of the tunnel. He guesses as well as he can, and crawls along for a good way, until suddenly his hand meets what feels like a tiny ring of cold metal lying on the floor. It was a turning point in his career, but he did not know it. He put the ring in his pocket almost without thinking, luck guiding his hand.

Some people are born lucky, others unlucky. Lucksoul are born much more than lucky. Lucksouls rely on their innate luck, sometimes manipulating it actively and other times simply letting fate play out in their favor. Regradless, what unites all Lucksouls is that the multiverse, somehow, seems to have their best interests in mind.

Touched by Fate All Lucksouls are touched by fate in one way or another. The very fabric of the multiverse seems to be conspiring in their interests since the moment of their birth, and this, ironically, doesn't happen at random. The Lucksoul is meant to do something, meant to be something, even if it is something small.

Some Lucksouls know nothing of this, as what they are meant to do is small and innocuous. A woman born to invent something new may luck out on all of her ventures. An orc meant to unite the tribes may be lucky in combat. But other Lucksouls are meant for grand adventures, and their luck manifests itself in large ways every day.