From the kilns of Kelethin

From the kilns of Kelethin came offering third, A prayer to the Goddess then was heard, From the lips of she named Fox's Fyre came, Hymns sung in the Elf-Queen's

name.

As the gathering sung in a

single voice,

Upon the fire was placed the

Elf druid's choice:

A shining Idol of Tunare,

golden

From potter's hands, this

product molden.

Eight constituents for this

are needed,

To my earlier words I trust ye

heeded!

Take magic's essence, and

water flask,

And a sizable block of magical

clay for this task,

With a sketch of the idol,

too,

A lump of gold, and Emerald

Imbue,

With Distilled Mana and your

sculpting tool,

Place on thy Potter's Wheel,

as normal rule.

When ready to firm the clay at

fiery heat,

Use a Godly glaze, and

adequate firing sheet.

With practiced skill and some

luck,

From the kiln's flames the

Idol might you pluck.

Also made by the Potters of

Kelethin precarious,

Other Idols, for deities

various.

It is said that each uses a

differing stone,

Though this is knowledge that

I do not own.

And so it was that the

Elf-gifts Three,

Were all upon the fire beneath

the Great Tree.

The sun that had lit the Grove

so far,

Sunk beneath the trees, and so

we saw a Star,

A sign that the Powers' now

did glance,

Down upon the Congregation's

dance.