"the enchantments on talismans tend to wear off after a while, so with our medallion ,i'm guessing that with us casting the spells together it will last about thirteen thousand, six hundred and sixty six years," said Syzygia.
"that will hopefully be long enough," said Sinral, sprinkling a powder on the medallion. Sinral wiped his brow. "well, it seems about done. now we just let it sit."
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meanwhile, nearby the stone circle that would, that would about 3000 years later be called stonehnge, another person was watching. Infandus, the eighth mage, was originally in the brotherhood of zulo, but had been kicked out when he had reached into dark magic. as Sinral wiped his brow and left the medallion alone, Infandus saw his chance. he pulled out the parchment that he had been carrying and began reading what he had written.
*"oh fire and wind, water and earth,
strength of the ages, magic in birth,
i call upon you today for thy power,
to help me to cast a great spell in this hour.
null may the other magic cast be ,
a stranger pow'r for that medal we'll see,
make it change animals, creatures and mankind,
changing their bodies but keeping their minds.
for the medal's user, the time limits range is
half a day's hours in between two changes,
and half an hour for the transform to complete
these sacred numbers no one can cheat.
let swap-changes need only slightest touch
to the medal's wearer, and even that much
shall change their whole body, breaking the barriers
of gender and race, and even if hairier.
may articles worn by another work too,
they shall change the medal's user into
the last one who wore the whatever it be,
the medal's wearer can't object or agree.
nonworn articles will work as well
fitting it exactly and with no swell
whatever others say the cloth is for
the user shall become that to the core
memories shall become at least partly infused
depending on how long the user has used
short is for comfort, but less to know
longer for mem'rys into the body grow
and finally when this spell is cast
let a curse o'er the medallion last
that it may always slip in and slip out
of a user's hands, causing trouble about.
oh fire and wind, water and earth,
strength of the ages, magic in birth,
i call upon you today for thy power,
to help me to cast a great spell in this hour."*
infandus smiled as a thin wind rushed into the stone circle. wouldn't the mages be surprised.
