Outside and in front of the glittering door entrance to the Temple of Mystra in the Eastway District of Baldur's Gate, at the hour of the day shifting to dusk, a sole priest—adorned in clothes of a a gray-blue and a puffy foreign-styled headpiece—bows before the temple and speaks aloud a prayer in commonspeech, though the dialect is far from the local Baldurian...:
"A Tenday of Prayer, that honors Him, the First Magister….
Day the First...herewith I pray…in the first, to the source, from which magic flows, to the Lady of Mysteries and her Faithful, who govern, rule over, and maintain all that is the Weave. To the duty, that is sworn, to be in life both advisor and student, to thee, thy goddess of Magic.
We the faithful, be it son or daughter of the Lord of Spells or the Lady of Magic, or whomsoever may be unto them be granted this grave responsibility of magic, mayest they work it out, having always before thee knowledge, and in no way shall horde it, because it is thy wish of the High One that arcane knowledge shall remain through time, left us to our free will…but woe unto they who shall abuse such powers. And so, we honor the Church of Mystra that preserveth such magical lore, so that magic may continue and flourish unto the future.
We pray for good fortune, fortuitous readings, readings granted by thy divine counseling, and doors open and welcoming for services granted through any temple that hosts the glittering blue-white star.
Let the Weave be ever before the eyes and the heart of they who shall possess this divine wisdom and sacred magic."
Perhaps with some symbolic interpretation does the wandering monk stop under a towering edifice in the Upper City district, at the latest hour of nightfall when the last shimmer of daylight has left the sky, to hold this moment of prayer. Closing his eyes and bringing his hands together, the words he speaks are commonly head, with a spattering few in a language foreign to most...:
"A Tenday of Prayer, that honors Him, the First Magister….
Day the Second...herewith I pray…look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the Power and the Art, because the days are ever ending, and only preservation shall prevent Knowledge from being lost for all time.
We, the Magistrati, seek out reason, that You, or Lord of Spells, are complete in grace and provision. We fill our lives with dedication to that which is the Magebond, which states magic shall be best left to those with Will strong enough in devotion to study and mastery. We order ourselves to enact—where a person or place be in absence of such guarded ways—to bring about a reformation, a cleansing, a re-prioritization of the judicious use of the arcane.
Oh High One, teach us what it means to live with Knowledge, Law, Spells and Mental Power. Guide us that we may see through illusion, and arrogance…so we may focus on what matters most, in service to your way. Grant use strategy to curb that magic which is destructive or deceitful.
We desire to be wise with wisdom from above. Guide us into a great accumulation of the magical arts. To this, we bow and pray."
Within the quiet of the workshop of the shop owner and spellcaster Halbazzer Drin, the wandering priest made use of the solitude among the devices made available to refine the Art, and offer his days prayer in a setting of relation to the message:
"A Tenday of Prayer, that honors Him, the First Magister….
Day the Third...herewith I pray...oh High One, we the Faithful except the responsibility of magical power, knowing of what effects can be made…but not necessarily unmade. What we procure and what we provide, shall be wisely presented to the public.
Grant us mastery over the Art, bless us with humbleness as we wield the Power. Let this Knowledge show us the way to greater eloquence, a perfect memory, and wisdom. Let our prayers and oration strengthen and focus our mental powers, exercising our mental gifts. Thus, we value the visualization and contemplation that is required to judiciously wield and guard the spellwork that touches the Weave.
In this, we hear your teaching to be still. That are demeanor shall be that of calm, a light wind over the shore of an ocean. That in our work we shall be creative in our minds work, but never out-of-step with Reason. In our mastery, let our expertise benefit in a simple means, to those that need it most.
In this work, in your honor, we strive to encourage all who wield the Weave to understand the Message you eternally command."
Outside the a towering house of a narrow, green roof, the the puffy-hatted cleric brought his hands together in prayer as the late light of dusk mixed in odd color with the fog descending upon the Manorborn district of Baldur's Gate. A continuation of his faith-based oration again brought subject and place into alliance...:
"A Tenday of Prayer, that honors Him, the First Magister….
Day the Forth...herewith I pray…that we may embody the truest of true appreciation for the magic guided into spellwork by your Domain. That pleasure is found in the nuance of the Craftwork, that through wisdom and insight we may fully understand the complexities that are woven in the greatest of spells.
Let us honor your Way by conditioning the most sacred temple, that of our Kind, in that our bodies lend and bend to the deliverance of a mastery of magic. Knowing that what you see in secret shall be rewarded unto us. In this, we seek and honor the expertise, of being a sage and a scholar. Where we cannot build a library we shall embody a tower, where we form one in our capacities of mind.
In this prayer we promise, to pay attention to what is hidden in the work, by reducing any distractions that crowd our attention and desire. The Faithful shall uphold a life of simplicity, minds unfrazzled, remaining morally neural, apart from what confuses in being common. For we know a content heart comes from trusting in your Works at the highest level of magic, o Lord of Spells.
Let it be so, as was experienced, in our initiation of Transforming."
The final light of day beams through the heavy clouds above dousing with rain-shower...but that does not deter the faithful monk to observe his Lord, and continue to offer prayer, now, against the backdrop of infinite heavens...:
"A Tenday of Prayer, that honors Him, the First Magister….
Day the Fifth...herewith I pray…for guidance, that we who are called the Magefriend may begin and continue to wield magic rationally. Through prayer, you bless us with access to spellwork from the Art, our Wisdom channeling the Weave to empower such magics. We consider this access granted the means by which a rational position can be held, and from which we may lead by example.
To this end, as it is taught, we honor your role in the greater acts of the Gods by, in your Name, with traveling the lands and gifting education to the common folk, about the nature of magic, of mind and spirit for sharing knowledge and further propagating wise use of spell and craft work, within your Domains. Shall we witness a rising, awakened mind in the Art, or greater still, aligned in wisdom to the Power, we shall guide their growth in your Name, as you act as good advisor to the Lady of Magic and her Church.
As is taught within our temples…no one statue or picture comes to be without a sculptor or without a painter; it is then such that spells cannot exist without a magic-user. Practitioners must be molded well, as their use and production of spells is the cycle by that which magic rejuvenates.
We pray to you…a recognition of our role in this preservation of tradition."
Mindful of where his wanderings have led him, this prayer is but a whisper among the shelves of knowledge, for he himself, the learned monk, Arthayer, as well is a seeker of hidden truths in the name of his Lord...:
"A Tenday of Prayer, that honors Him, the First Magister….
Day the Sixth...herewith I pray…let us of the Faithful not grow weary of doing our work, for in due season we will reap magical knowledge that was previously thought lost, if we do not give up.”
Oh, Azuth, Patron on Mages, whose wisdom illuminates the path of the arcane and the mystic arts, grant me, your Faithful, the clarity of thought to decipher the secrets of the weave. Guide my hands formulate the magical processes, let my incantations resonate with the harmony of your divine understanding.
Lord of Spellcraft, grant me the strength to face the challenges that lie ahead, that I may one day perform a great service in retrieving magical knowledge. In your name, Azuth, I invoke the power to overcome adversity and emerge triumphant in the pursuit of enlightenment for all. Grant me will and unyielding determination, to illumnate the secrets woven into the very fabric of existence.
In your name, I shall persist, with passion as my guide and perseverance as my shield, forever bound to the sacred journey of the magical arts. May my steps echo with the resolute rhythm of dedication, and my every breath be an anthem of unwavering loyalty to your divine cause."
Against a backdrop of infinite consistency designed to bring clarity to the mindful, the cleric-monk words his prayer toward defeating illusion even when straightforward perception fails...:
"A Tenday of Prayer, that honors Him, the First Magister….
Day the Seventh...herewith I pray…by this all people will know that we are your disciples, as clear reason and judicious use of magic is our Way.
Bless my mind with the discernment to separate truth from illusion. In the dance of magic and knowledge, let my fervor be a beacon that pierces through the veils of uncertainty. In the vast tapestry of knowledge that is magic, grant me, O Hand of Sorcery, the insight to unravel the threads of deception by those who seek to hide away your gifts and wantonly use the powers granted by your Domains. Bless my mind with the discerning gaze to see through the veils that cloak the magical arts, and the courage to face any unsettling truths that lie beneath.
Grant me the wisdom to distinguish between the genuine and the mirage, and the resolve to hold fast to the unwavering truth. Instill in me the fortitude to challenge falsehoods and dispel the illusions that threaten the sanctity of magical knowledge. Grant me judicious means to respond to ever-expanding wealth of arcane knowledge, and withhold immediate judgements, lest what may be learned shall pass by."
Wandering leads the Magistrati from open air to enclosed stone halls...and a desire to follow the way of the Forgotten Page, gives rise to many discoveries of the magical arts as they are recorded by the practitioners...:
"A Tenday of Prayer, that honors Him, the First Magister….
Day the Eighth...herewith I pray…since we receive a spell craft which cannot be shaken, let us show gratitude, by which we may offer to our Lord an acceptable service with reverence and awe. In the boundless tapestry of the arcane, where secrets and wisdom intertwine, grant me, O High One, the insight to fathom the depths of the ever-expanding well of knowledge. May my quest for understanding be an unending journey, a pilgrimage into the realms illuminated by the radiance of magic, guided by your divine presence.
As I delve into the tomes of ancient lore, as I delve into realms above and below, in search of what mysteries and magical knowledge has been hidden or lost, let your divine insight reveal the hidden truths, Illuminate the shadows that obscure knowledge, and unveil the mysteries that lie shrouded in the recesses of the arcane. May the knowledge contained within these magical treasures be a beacon, guiding me through realms both above and below in the pursuit of hidden or lost magical truths.
In the silence of forgotten incantations and the echoes of arcane whispers, let me discern the echoes of ancient spells and rituals, Grant me the discernment to reclaim what has been obscured by time, to unveil the enchantments that lie dormant, waiting to be rediscovered in the shadows."
As this near final day of prayer begins and ends at dusk, the wandering monk finds topic to be about bridging two ends, a metaphor in physical place...:
"A Tenday of Prayer, that honors Him, the First Magister….
Day the Ninth...herewith I pray…Patron of Wizards and Hand of Sorcery, let my prayer harness the tale of the major sects of your Church, where divine philosophies converge and diverge like threads in the grand tapestry of the arcane. To pray against one side or another, thus…to remain neutral.
Yet, O Azuth, as the Weave unfurls its mysteries, a rift widens among your followers, a chasm dividing the Loomwardens and the Spellsavants, Grant us the wisdom to bridge this schism, to mend the fabric that binds us as seekers of the arcane arts under your sacred banner. In the divine unfolding of philosophies, may I find the wisdom to balance tradition and innovation. Let not the rift between Loomwardens and Spellsavants be a chasm, but a dynamic interplay, a harmonious dance within the sacred halls of our shared devotion.
Loomwardens, custodians of tradition, and Spellsavants, seekers of innovation, may we find common ground in our devotion to you, Let not the differences in approach obscure the unity of purpose—to unravel the magical arts and honor the sanctity of the arcane. As I navigate the intricacies of this ever-expanding wealth of arcane knowledge, let my actions be a beacon of reconciliation, May I, as your Magistrati, work tirelessly to mend the fabric of camaraderie, fostering a spirit of collaboration that echoes through the halls of the Church of Azuth.
As a Magistrati, I vow to be a bridge between these celestial ideals, fostering understanding and harmony. May the Weave itself be a guide, and in its intricate patterns, may these Sects find a common purpose, that it is less the source of your magical arts, than how they are judiciously used."
It is the time of dusk, under the looming shadow cast by Baldur's Gate, the wandering Azuthan clergyman took to his final Tenday Prayer, fitting that its subject would reside under a portal—a symbol of transition—to the namesake from where this Magistrati has taken refuge...:
"A Tenday of Prayer, that honors Him, the First Magister….
Day the Tenth...herewith I pray…on this final day, of a Tenday of Prayer…I look to you Azuth, o High One, to guide me in Wisdom and Will to establish your Church here, in this land on the Sword Coast…where exists not a temple in your name, where such magical arts can be best developed and purposed, where magic shall be of the utmost of appreciation, to enjoy the nuanced complexities of dweomers and the most elegant of spellwork. To this, I give my oath to perform….
Grant us the wisdom to forge ahead toward a set place of worship
Where the mysteries of magic shall welcome apprenticeship
In the sacred halls of our sanctuary, let minds converge in logical debates
Where the esoteric arcana is explored, and enlightenment's gleam awaits.
Let the wisdom of the Weave flow freely, ascribing formulae to the intricate dances of the magical art
Inscribed upon scrolls and tomes, the knowledge preserved for generations to impart.
With discerning eyes, let us identify those with budding magical talent
And with benevolent hands, bestow upon them the tools of arcane ascent.
Yet, let no spell, no magical item, be bound solely to a single spellcaster's grasp,
For in the event of their passing, let not an aspect of arcane knowledge be lost to the sands of time's relentless grasp.
Azuth, High One, patron of the arcane arts, bless our endeavor with your might
That in this temple may we stand as a beacon, guiding seekers to the boundless heights.
In your name, we pledge to safeguard the legacy of magic, for all eternity
Oh Azuth, hear my prayer, and let this temple be a testament to the boundless expanse of arcane knowledge's sovereignty...."
