The Invocation

The Invocation

book and bell
moon and spell
’tis the shimmer
of the mortal veil

it calls you home
the witches’ tome
cross the hearth
in shaded gloam

a journey’s start
a dragon’s heart
the storm and sword
’tis all thy part

once possessed
within thy breast
among the fae
in Starfall Rest

Spell Function

The Invocation, lost to time and the wandering fingers of the daemon imps, was once believed to call the weary home, to light the path to one’s own heart-hearth. In the quietest of places on the darkest of nights, one can still hear it on the wind, calling home the children of Starfall Rest.

Moonwinkle’s Meowments

Did you know? Late one night, far past the witching hour, Sylwen was working in the Underground Archives. A dignitary from the Mage’s Order was arriving the next day, and she had yet to find all the scrolls he had requested for his paper on Ancient Rituals of the Southern Marsh Witches.

As the dust motes danced in the candlelight, Moonwinkle suddenly leapt into the stacks, sending scrolls scattering and books tumbling. As it all came crashing down, Sylwen, in a moment of irritation and fatigue, launched into an uncharacteristic tirade of choice words and colorful phrases vulgar enough to make a bard blush.

Moonwinkle, unperturbed, sat quite deliberately upon a scroll so thick with dust that both he and Sylwen sneezed as she took it up and brushed it clean.

Carefully, so as not to crack the ancient parchment, Sylwen unrolled the scroll. Time had not been kind; the ink was faded, the edges worn. Yet the verse lingered. As Sylwen read the words, the air crackled with electricity.

Sylwen believes this may be the Invocation itself, but as it has not yet been conclusively verified, the scroll is filed under Speculative Lore, per Codex Directive IV.