A 3rd-level Illusion spell (Bard, Sorcerer, Warlock).
Casting Time: 1 action
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute
Components: V, S, M (a mask with a sewn mouth and a drop of gold body paint)

Slip on the mask; let silence gleam.
A golden hush, a bi-flag dream.  
Your lips are sealed, your truth intact,  
But every glance is a bold impact.

You strut through tents and velvet ropes,  
With open hearts and tangled hopes.  
Your charm ignites, your aura sings,  
You’re crowned in pride and swingy things.

While masked, you gain advantage sweet  
On Charisma checks and bedroom heat.  
Insight fails. Deception thrives.  
You flirt, you tease, you come alive.

But speak aloud, and the spell will fade.
The mask unmakes the part you played.  
So hold your hush, and play your part,  
Let silence be your beating heart.

For those who wear the mask too long  
May lose the thread of right and wrong.  
But for a night, with pride and flair,  
You’re every fantasy laid bare.

A Street Cant incantation to ignite truth, burn illusion,
and summon the phoenix’s whisper.

Yo, scratch that silence, light the wick,
I spit flame from the beard, real quick.
Ink in my veins, ash in my spit,
truth don’t hide when the verse legit.

Snap the scroll, fold the beat,
words hit hard like boots on street.
Feather flash, tail twist,
phoenix rise from a poet’s fist.

Blue light hummin’, foam on wall,
I cast from the edge where echoes crawl.
No wand, no staff, just tongue and breath,
I rhyme through rebirth, dodgein’ death.

Cabinet closed, but I got keys,
each line unlocks what the eye don’t see.
Chair’s empty, but I ain’t alone,
my myth walks loud in a quiet tone.

So hear me now, illusion break,
I burn the fake for the real to wake.
Ashwright Geof, spell-slinger prime,
droppin’ verse bombs in glitch-time rhyme.

Type: Restoration / Temporal Rewrite Effect:
Heals allies or rewrites a failed moment with poetic resonance.

Verse Begins:

Ash don’t mean end, it means start.
I speak from the scorch, not the scar.
You fell?
                     I rise.
You broke?
                     I bind.
Time ain’t linear, it’s lined.

Feather to flesh, ink to bone,
I cast from the place you felt alone.
Phoenix don't ask why you burned;
it just knows how to return.

So breathe. Let the flame fold back.
Let the moment crack, then track.
I stitch the slip, I mend the miss,
with rhythm, myth, and fire-kissed bliss.

Verse Ends.

Type: Protection / Boundary Invocation
Effect: Wards allies with poetic force, creating emotional, spiritual, or physical sanctuary.

Verse Begins:

I do not fight.
                               I fortify.
I do not strike.
                               I stand.

Circle drawn not in chalk,
but in vow.
Not in blade,
but in brow.

You are not alone in this breath.
I am the hush between harm and heft.
I am the pause that breaks the blow.
I am the “No” that lets you grow.

Stone to skin,
root to soul,
I cast from the place
where guardians hold.

Let the wind rage.
Let the world press.
I am the stillness
in your yes.

Verse Ends.

Type: Revelation / Integrity Binding

Effect: Unveils hidden truths, restores clarity, and binds words to their deepest intent. Especially potent in moments of doubt, deception, or emotional fog.

Verse Begins:

I do not pry.
I pull thread.
Not to expose,
but to unfurl instead.

Truth ain’t sharp
it’s soft and slow.
It hums beneath
what we think we know.

I speak not to judge,
but to join.
To braid the broken
into one line.

Tongue to tether,
heart to hand,
I cast from the place
where truths withstand.

No mask can hold
what rhythm reveals.
No lie survives
what silence heals.

So listen.
Let the hush unwind.
Let the woven word
be kind.

Verse Ends.