Grimore of Open Sourcery

The Grimore of Open Sourcery

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Mage Spells

Burning Hands

You, a spark so small and frail,
Draw in might without compare.
Smolder, smoke and turn alight,
Crackle, burn and soul ignite

You, a tiny fickle flame,
In my aura be sustained
With my breath, rise and grow.
In my palms, burning glow.

Heat and raze, scorch and burn.
Smoke and fire, bind your turn.
Crackle-flame, now burning bright
Blazing fire, magic might

Mana form and power raise
Hands bore out, and now a blaze
Born in fire, sun at noon
Dancing flame will spell their doom.

I {Caster} invoke burning hands!

Mage Bolt

Tall green tree and dirt below
Waves that crash and things that flow
Burnt wood crack and fire spout
Airy gust and thunder shout

Eye of newt and pinch of hair
Spit and blood and bone to spare
Spoil’d bean and grain of sand
Grow my pearl and eat my hand

In a ball that soon will burst
Breaking magic, bounded first
Caught inside my tiny ball
You will make them cry and fall

I, {Caster} invoke Mage Bolt.

Mending

All you’ve broken, shall be fixed.
Bent and fractured, mend and knit
Steel and Leather, Wood and Iron
Each shall bow before my power.

Repeat 4 more times

I, {Caster} invoke Mending

Comprehend Languages

Secrets written and stories told
Lore once fresh now grows old
Words are spoke, written down
wisdom lost and turned around

We forget our mother's tongue
Heads get muddied, full of dung
Meaning mixed and poems lost
Years and time have such great cost.

But in there letters, there's meaning still
Forget the words and talk we will
Words and letters, lost with age
Reveal your wisdom on this page.

I {Caster} invoke Comprehend Languages

Detect Traps

Hidden trap and cunning snare
Spike-lined pit and poisoned air
From your spots call to me,
let my steps be blunder free.

Repeat 3 more times

I invoke Detect Traps!

Lightning Bolt

Oh great North Wind, cold and strong,
Bearing Winter, old and long
Head you child’s beck and call
Answer now this thunderous song.

Oh great East wind, Mountain blown
Through the trees quake and moan
Heed your child’s Beck and call
Answer now this Thunderous song

Oh great South wind, Bold and warm
Tropic tempests, Surging storms
Heed your child’s Beck and Call
Answer now this thunderous song.

Oh great west wind, Who stirs the sea
Rouse your waves, Hear my pleas
Head your child’s beck and call
Answer now this thunderous song.

All you great winds, gathered round
Bring in darkness – thunder: sound
Summon Thunder, lightning crack
Rolling darkness, sky: turn black
Arching power, roaring clouds
Breaking thunder, make them bow!

I, {Caster} Invoke Lightning Bolt!

Dispel Magic

Counter twist and pull apart
Drafted mana spun with art,
A yarn of power, roving, willed
Of ill-intent is often pilled.

Magic forged and tempered spells
Quenched in hatred often fail.
Brittle power, Hard and sharp
Now you crack and fall apart.

Will dries up, and parched it bolts
Magic sheds, and crinkled, molts.
Fires smolder, cough and smoke
This enchantment shall be broke.

Repeat

I {Caster}, invoke Dispel Magic