Magi's Soft Wood Focus

Magi's Soft Wood Focus rests cool and smooth in the palm, its body carved from warm, pale wood whose grain seems to ripple as light slides over it. The ends flare slightly, lacquered in a honey sheen, and a narrow channel runs along its spine where a sliver of moon-glass glows faintly when magic nears. Runes are burned into the surface in a careful, almost meticulous chant—trees and stars intertwined like an old map drawn with splinters of dawn. The scent of resin and polished bark mingles with a whisper of ozone, as if the wood itself remembers rain on the valley paths. Tales say this focus was birthed in the hands of a Magi’s Circle that tended a hidden grove, a place where wind bent around carved idols and the moon poured down into grain. They bound a memory of a vanished library into the heart of the wood, so that a patient reader could coax a spell to bend rather than break. In practice, the focus invites energy to settle; it invites the hand to listen and not rush. Those who wield it—guardians, sages, travelers who trade in second chances—find their wards steadier, their sigils brighter, their oaths steadied by the wood’s quiet breath. It seems to breathe with you, a partner rather than a tool, offering a steadying hum when a shield of light is needed or when a whisper of illusion must be sharpened. It’s not flashy, but it is faithful; it grants the user a sense of direction in a field of sparks, guiding focus to where it must go and turning scattered power into a coherent line. I watched a caravan scout bring a Magi’s Soft Wood Focus into the bustling market of a river town, the kind of place where gears clatter, wares are weighed, and promises are weighed again. A vendor’s stall glowed with a neat row of charms, but the focus drew the eye—the way the moon-glass glimmered like a frost-touched bead, the wood’s grain catching the light and throwing it back as a soft, warm glow. The talk around the counter happened in quick bursts, stories traded like coins. The price tag was whispered and then posted on Saddlebag Exchange for those who prefer to plan their steps from a distance; it was listed around a handful of gold, a figure that would rise higher if provenance—a tale of old libraries and guarded secrets—could be proven. For the world that cradles these wonders, Magi’s Soft Wood Focus is more than a relic; it’s a moving thread in the tapestry of routes and refuges, a reminder that even a simple piece of wood can carry a long memory. If you listen closely, the wood speaks in a patient cadence, and if you stay steady, the spell you unleash will speak back in equal measure.