[Cards] Grasping Staff (Patreon)

The wizard's hand felt unwelcome by the staff, as if it knew that it was being touched and didn't like it. He dropped it, wiping his hands on his cloak.

He waved a steady hand over the stone staff and muttered an incantation. His eyes opened, suddenly aware of the staff's power. He decided to make camp for the evening. It wasn't ideal, but he felt safe knowing that he'd already dispatched the cave's previous inhabitants.

He sat down again, focusing on the arcane connections he shared with other possessions. He felt the space open for another such connection, and carefully, slowly, allowed his magical being intertwine with the staff.

An hour later, drenched in a sweat from meditation, the wizard picked up the staff once more. This time, the hands adorning the staff seemed warm and welcoming: ushering him to join them.