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The Felúndin sing a song to the honour of this Magician. Wherever he appears he radiates an aura of infinite power. His soul is immortal and filled with the Magic of the Tree. Only someone owning this wand speaks the ancient language of the dragons and hears their calling.

The calling was heard. Your heart is overwhelmed. In these precious moments the wand transfers the power of the Felúndin. Only the owner of this power can connect to the realm between the worlds and hear their chant. Praise to this extraordinary Magician.

Starlight is the witness. The Magician's robe gleams and twinkles when he moves. He is deeply connected to the wisdom and the heart of the stars. Only the keeper of the wand can feel the power of the realms between the worlds and play with them. He is no longer just what he seems, but what he wants to be!

The great and the unique speak through the confusion. This wand holds a mirror of authenticity up to the others. The Magician can hide behind this and work true magic. Everybody feels yearning and envy when shown this bewildering wand.

As if all planets were moving around this Magician. He is the centre. He is the middle. The ball wand in his possession empowers him to delve into thoughts and emotions of other beings and control them. He pulls the strings and the whole of Xhodon surrenders to his power.

By sheer force of determination, this Magician has bent the elemental forces to his bidding. Fires of creation, waters of life, secrets of the wind and stubbornness of earth are child's play: the building blocks of the universe. As this Magician walks the world, the elements shift and change as per his will and whim.

The Felundin have presented the Magician with the dragons' wand. Through this wand he can get in touch with his ancient deceased dragon friend. All the dragons of the world bow their heads to this Magician. At the sound of a certain melody the dragons' might and wisdom will resonate in their new master. The one in possession of this wand is the only one master the charm of the magical melody and the wisdom of using it.

The erring is over. All erring thoughts are eliminated by the erring staff. This Magician moves through all the worlds with determination and fantasy. Whatever he imagines comes true. Any thought can manifest. Any wish will be fulfilled, instantly and unconditionally. There are indeed only a few who have this power as there is only a few who are wise enough to fill it with the right contents.

The pinnacle of power, shaped into a slender stave wielding terrible powers beyond even divine imaginings. Even touching it for the briefest of moments utterly changes the source forever, and even then rendering them insane or worse unless the True Magician grasps it with total concentration. He has no equal. Even then seconds will seem an eternity, as time slows to a crawl to create or wreak anything that the totality of a universe can accomplish.

This Magician has been supporting his guild with his heart and soul. He has given himself away. He has shaken hands with every single Magician of the guild and drawn them closer and closer to the frimament of the Felundin. What a deed! What a magician!

Life shows itself in manifold and grotesque forms. Only one person can give it a direction. Through his infinite power this Magician has given his guild the structure and strength innate to him. He is the backbone and the form that holds everything together. Through him the guild grows in eternity.

The eternal vibrates in his veins. This Magician is fully present and dives deep into the dangerous stream of life. He surrenders to the stream of life and sparkles with fire and magic. His eyes promise longing and fulfillment. His abundance makes his guild wealthy on all levels.

Nothing can stop this Magician! Whatever tries to thwart him will be swept away by the slight gesture of his hand. His breath glows blue with Mana. One single breeze of it makes the Tree of Life sigh with bliss. His lungs promise life fore and, thanks to him, his guild pulsates with vitality.

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Coherence, one for all and all for one. This magician has accomplished what only few will ever be capable of. His devotion to his guild made it a superpower. His very heart bled and his blood was multiplied a thousand times. Master and apprentice were joined in such a way as to create a spring of Mana. His guild deserves to be honored.

The deepest archaic essence of what holds life together has been affiliated this Magician's power. His guild vibrates with vitality. Their bond enhances the being of each individual. A Magician whose energy can be felt from afat - while his guild stands behind him like a wall of Mountain Trolls.

Gold Resin flows through this Magician and his guild. He has created something whole and given a name to the chaos. All other guilds tremble in awe seeing his might. The feats of this Magician and his guild will never be forgotten - they are eternalized in the hearts of the Felúndin forever.

Many tricks and dangers were required to let this magician find the hide-outs of the mean imp-thieves. Drive by honour, courage and pride he snatched the presents to bring them back to where they belong. He was the most hard-working magician in his league during the christmas event of hunting the imp-thieves. He saved Christas.

He didn't miss a single hide-out of the imps, he raided every single one of them. Numberless amounts of imp-thieves were looted by his massive hordes, and every single child in xhodon is happy as a result of it. No-one would have received a christmas present without him, but now all the beautiful presents lay below the colourful christmas tree.