Magical Wood Properties Novels & Stories

Energy swirled around her, shimmering and dancing in vibrant hues. "From fragments old and weathered too, With magic's touch, I bid you renew, Mend your brokenness, become anew, Form a chair, sturdy and true." As Freda's enchanting words hung in the air, the energy she had summoned coalesced around the broken pieces of wood. The fragments responded to the call of her magic, trembling and shifting in an otherworldly dance. The patterns of energy intertwined with the wood, knitting it back together with a newfound strength and purpose.

“Do not. Let it be fortuitous usage.” “What design and plot have I fallen into?” “One years in the making. And be less concerned. We are all allies years in the making.” Poe gave everything around him, said to him, a perfect concentration. In so doing, he realized the arm and frame of the couch was made of Lorkin. Wood cut from living trees and used to augment ki, but its benefits were erratic at best. Usually, it was made into staffs or small talismans by sects other than the Magi. The wood was rare, took generations to mature, and only grew in the farthest reaches of the Old World. Poe had never read nor heard of it being used in such a manner. That bespoke wealth and mans, but whose couch