Invocation of the God
“Come to us Lord of the Hunt, Sacred Herdsman, and Divine Smith.
Put by your horn, lay aside your crook, stow your hammer,
and quit your forge for now.
Wipe your brow, and come find your leisure in the midst of our good company.
Have a seat, put up your feet, and pour yourself a cold draught.
By the virtue of your work have you earned a rest, for well have your cared
for the wild beasts and domesticated flocks.
And many a time has your forge burned long into the night with you hard
at work creating lightning bolts of such exquisite beauty and terrible power as
we have ever beheld.
Join us Great Lord, and indulge yourself to the fullest.
May you know no want in our presence, for thanks to you and the Goddess,
we know no want. We raise our glasses high and toast your greatness.
All hail the God of the Wild Magicks.”
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