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James returned from the Trade Post with several pouches of powdered silver and a brisk wind at his back, no doubt the Wanderer showing his favor. Having secured Jack's blessing earlier that day James had set off at once for the necessary materials and climbed the highest peak in Aquor to pray for his spells with his robes flapping in the wind.
With his god smiling on him James began sprinkling silver on the foundation as he circled it clockwise once and on the inner walls while circling in the opposite direction. He chanted soft prayers in the all the different languages he had ever encountered while spreading the Helping Hand's message and charity.
The symbolic boundary complete, James went outside and cast a Fly spell upon himself to hover above the inn and better see the remainder of the ritual to completion.
He called the four winds to encircle and guide him; Boreas, the northern wind: Bringer of Auril's breath; Notus, the warm wind of the South; Eurus the distant Eastern wind and Zephyrus of the West. James named them and summoned them in the language of the air with a sweep of his hand each of the four Winds blasted against the stout walls of the Second Wind and scattered the silver so beloved by his god into the air.
Glittering and shimmering in the bright light of Lathander the silver filled the air like so many snowflakes and James allowed them to dance briefly before making another gesture and invoking the Winds to spin the silver. From North to East to South to West the four winds blew faster and faster, forming a glittering dome of silver about the inn as James watched wordlessly and cleared his mind for the final incantation.
Speaking loudly and clearly James' words were carried by the winds and called to Shaundakul to bless this site for now and forever, to watch over the weary travelers that wished a night's respite and shelter the miners from the nearby camp when they called upon his aid. But most of all to prohibit passage to the vampires that preyed upon his flock. The winds stilled instantly and the silver dust hung silently, shimmering one last time in the sun before fading from all sight to protect the inn and its occupants.
With his god smiling on him James began sprinkling silver on the foundation as he circled it clockwise once and on the inner walls while circling in the opposite direction. He chanted soft prayers in the all the different languages he had ever encountered while spreading the Helping Hand's message and charity.
The symbolic boundary complete, James went outside and cast a Fly spell upon himself to hover above the inn and better see the remainder of the ritual to completion.
He called the four winds to encircle and guide him; Boreas, the northern wind: Bringer of Auril's breath; Notus, the warm wind of the South; Eurus the distant Eastern wind and Zephyrus of the West. James named them and summoned them in the language of the air with a sweep of his hand each of the four Winds blasted against the stout walls of the Second Wind and scattered the silver so beloved by his god into the air.
Glittering and shimmering in the bright light of Lathander the silver filled the air like so many snowflakes and James allowed them to dance briefly before making another gesture and invoking the Winds to spin the silver. From North to East to South to West the four winds blew faster and faster, forming a glittering dome of silver about the inn as James watched wordlessly and cleared his mind for the final incantation.
Speaking loudly and clearly James' words were carried by the winds and called to Shaundakul to bless this site for now and forever, to watch over the weary travelers that wished a night's respite and shelter the miners from the nearby camp when they called upon his aid. But most of all to prohibit passage to the vampires that preyed upon his flock. The winds stilled instantly and the silver dust hung silently, shimmering one last time in the sun before fading from all sight to protect the inn and its occupants.
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