The Lore of Conjurer Faye of the Wood

"Faye, wake up. Today is an important day, and you can't be late."

Faye sat up in bed and cleared the dream master dust from her eyes.

"Are you prepared for your ritual?"

"Yes mother."

"Did you prepare all your reagants?"

"Yes mother."

"Have you practiced your invocation?"

"Yes mother."

"Great. Now get your robe on and get some breakfast. The ceremony begins in two spans, and I won't have you ruining your familiar's unveiling because you overslept."

"Will father be there?"

"Yes... Yes, I am afraid he will be."

Faye's family occupies a unique place in their society. They are not royalty, but are greeted with deference by king and commoner alike. They are a family of conjurers, whose ancient bloodline has been used in service of the common good for centuries. It is not a responsibility the family takes lightly--least of which her father--and when each member comes of age, they must perform their summoning ritual before the entire city. Today is Faye's conjuring day.

Faye approaches the clearing in the center of the town, and begins arranging her reagants and preparing them for use. Feeling the weight of the town's gaze acutely and hearing their low conversation like a roar in her ears, she clears her throat. At last the moment arrived, and with a voice of iron resolve, she began.:

"Beneath the rune of Pluto, I invoke thee!"

"By the four kings I invoke thee!"

"With the death of the eternal rose I invoke thee!"

In a single deft movement, Faye slashed her left hand and placed both her palms down on the edge of her summoning circle. A flash of light, the whiff of shadow, and a dense fog fill the square. Faye, aching with anticipation, strained her eyes to see what magical creature she had pulled from the aether. Sphinxes and Cockatrices were not uncommon in her family, and she prayed for something at least as respectable as that. Her father would accept nothing less.

Boing...boing....boing....

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