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Gobtober 14: Enchanter
You don't think magical weapons and armor just grow on trees, do you? They require a skilled hand to craft! Thankfully, she's got two skilled hands on her.
Becoming the Enchanter
Poem read and arranged by Anonsee Storyweaver (arrangement of the original essay: “Enchantment: The Liberatory Gift of Wonder” by Lisbeth White as part of Poetry as Spellcasting. This is something adjacent to blackout poetry - the primary changes are formatting.
Text of the poem is below the cut:
D&D Original Character Design Sheet Commission. (2022)
I can't believe we're already halfway through Swordtember!
Day 15- Sword of the Enchanter
Sword- The Faceted Fighter
The handle of this blade is designed to slot in and out different gemstones. These gemstones are enchanted, imbibing the sword with their different elemental and magic abilities. They can be deftly switched mid-battle for an element of surprise.
Mage variants part 1. Here's the half-elf enchanter, gnome transmuter, elf evoker, and halfling abjurer.
I consider myself a witch, but I don't do what most people who refer to themselves as a witch do. Number one, I live in an apartment so it's hard to like have live herbs or other things. I don't typically use smoke or burning because I have birds. I tend to use more personal methods of casting that involve the voice. Like singing. I tend to resort to calling down spirits of wind, or asking deities for advice or help. Why? Because my life is also a weak one and my stamina is often depleted from doing simple tasks like cooking or cleaning.
Living as a Disabled Witch person isn't easy, and sometimes, when I can't move because of my non-epileptic seizures, I will whisper a song only the spirits can hear. I call them down, not with elaborate woo symbols or rites with tons of planning of stars or herbs. I just do. I just sing, I just express my concerns and ask that they bless me with luck. In return, I give them my song, no matter how simple or raspy, or broken it is.
In those moments I feel the tingle of something in my fingers, my toes, my face, and my body relaxes and I feel at peace.