Rumor Woods/2026 custom spell preps

Rumor Woods custom spell prep options.

Order by number in Brickburn Hall, Laboratory to receive this service.

(Please note: Spell preps limited to a specific circle or profession cannot be purchased if you do not meet these limitations. In SOME cases, specific spell preps without circle or profession limitations can be purchased by anyone.)

If a spell prep does not have an "Invisible" message listed, then it has no third party message if used while invisible.

100s=Minor Spiritual; 200s=Major Spiritual; 300s=Cleric; 400s=Minor Elemental; 500s=Major Elemental; 600s=Ranger; 700s=Sorcerer; 900s=Wizard; 1000s=Bard; 1100s=Empath; 1200s=Minor Mental; 1600s=Paladin; 1700s=Arcane

#	Description	Spell/ Circle	Race/Prof Restr.
#839	1P: You clench your fist as you prepare the [spell name] spell, your knuckles alight with blazing sigils as the flames engulf your arm. 3P: Invisible:	All	All
#840:	1P: You cross your arms in front of you as you murmur the [spell name] spell, your fingers splayed wide as tendrils of smoke encircle your palms, forming the silhouettes of enshrouded fans. $R$RYou forcefully bring your arms downward, the coils of smoke dispersing as you gesture, veiling you in a haze of greyish-black. 3P: Invisible:	All	All
#841:	1P: You thrust your hands to the sky above, incanting the words to the [spell name] spell as motes of light slowly drift across your visage, the tiny bursts highlighting your [eye color] eyes. 3P: Invisible:	All	All
#842:	1P: Allowing your eyes to slip closed, you interlace your fingers before you and concentrate on the flow of mana, willing it to succumb to you. You feel the energy grow around you and capture it by utilizing simple arcane words, then release it into the form of the [spell name] spell with a casual gesture. 3P: Invisible:	[Circle: Minor Elemental]
#843:	1P: Cupping your hand before your lips, you issue a whistle that is reminiscent of a lark's trill and call upon the forces of nature to aid you. The scent of loam, that lush fragrance that is the promise of rain, rises on the air as you cast [spell name]. 3P: Invisible:	All	Forest Gnome
#844:	1P: You hum a soothing lullaby as you prepare the [spell name] spell, ethereal sheep materializing from your palm and leaping over a luminous moon of silvery light. 3P: Invisible:	[501]	All
#845:	1P: As you prepare [spell name], you let loose a series of abrupt noises reminiscent of an irate rolton. 3P: Invisible:	All	All
#846:	1P: Silently moving your lips, you trace a series of runes along your forearm with your finger that glow as your prepare to cast [spell name]. 3P: Invisible:	All	All
#847:	1P: 3P: Allowing your eyes to slip closed, you interlace your fingers before you and concentrate on the flow of mana, willing it to succumb to you. You feel the energy grow around you and capture it by utilizing simple arcane words, then release it into the form of the [spell name] spell with a casual gesture. Invisible:	[Circle: Major Elemental]	All
#848	1P: Cupping your hand before your lips, you issue a whistle that is reminiscent of a lark's trill and call upon the forces of nature to aid you. The scent of loam, that lush fragrance that is the promise of rain, rises on the air as you cast [spell name]. 3P: Invisible:	All	[Race: Sylvankind]
#849	1P: Cupping your hand before your lips, you issue a whistle that is reminiscent of a lark's trill and call upon the forces of nature to aid you. The scent of loam, that lush fragrance that is the promise of rain, rises on the air as you cast [spell name]. 3P: Invisible:	All	[Race: Half-Elf]
#850:	1P: As you raise your hands to the sky, a powerful stench emanates from that general region. With a contented smile, you flap your arms to spread your aroma even as you begin your incantations for the [spell name] spell. 3P: Invisible:	All	All
#851:	1P: As you begin to chant, thirteen ethereal alsiras gather at your feet. They let out tiny trumpeting squeaks in time with your chanting, fading away as you finish your preparations for [spell name]. 3P: Invisible:	All	All
#852:	1P: You sketch runes in the air, and several shimmering toadstools pop up all around you. As you concentrate on the preparations for [spell name], the initially healthy toadstools begin to wither and fade, and you take on more power. With a final clap of your hands, the now-desiccated toadstools disappear, and your visage momentarily takes on a slightly fungal cast. 3P: Invisible:	All	All
# 853:	1P: Drawing upon the moisture in the air, you begin to weave the [spell name] spell, channeling the elements to be cold. Frost traces your fingertips, turning your nails blue as the moisture condenses in the air before you, growing frigid and crystalline white. Flicking your fingers outward, you toss the frost into the air. 3P: Invisible:	[512]	All
#854:	1P: Drawing upon the moisture in the air, you begin to weave the [spell name] spell, channeling the elements to be cold. Frost traces your fingertips, turning your nails blue as the moisture condenses in the air before you, growing frigid and crystalline white. Flicking your fingers outward, you toss the frost into the air. 3P: Invisible:	[906]	All
#855	1P: Drawing upon the moisture in the air, you begin to weave the [spell name] spell, channeling the elements to be cold. Frost traces your fingertips, turning your nails blue as the moisture condenses in the air before you, growing frigid and crystalline white. Flicking your fingers outward, you toss the frost into the air. 3P: Invisible:	[1709]	All
#856	1P: Plucking the essence of fire directly from the air, you pinch it between your thumb and index finger. Utilizing your other hand, you pull at the air above as you murmur the words of [spell name], causing it to spark and turn your fingertips black from the contact. Without moving your pinched hand, you lower your head towards the spark and exhale upon it, slowly releasing it into the air. 3P: Invisible:	[111]	All
#857:	1P: Plucking the essence of fire directly from the air, you pinch it between your thumb and index finger. Utilizing your other hand, you pull at the air above as you murmur the words of [spell name], causing it to spark and turn your fingertips black from the contact. Without moving your pinched hand, you lower your head towards the spark and exhale upon it, slowly releasing it into the air. 3P: Invisible:	[908]	All
#858	1P: Plucking the essence of fire directly from the air, you pinch it between your thumb and index finger. Utilizing your other hand, you pull at the air above as you murmur the words of [spell name], causing it to spark and turn your fingertips black from the contact. Without moving your pinched hand, you lower your head towards the spark and exhale upon it, slowly releasing it into the air. 3P: Invisible:	[1715]	All
#859:	1P: You raise your hand into the air, your fingers cupped as if they hold some invisible sphere, and murmur the words of [spell name]. Slowly, sparks begin to dance across your fingertips, creating a tingly sensation that travels down your arm and settles in your elbow. You let the sparks grow until blue-white arcs of electricity dance in a swirl from fingertip to fingertip and then fling it away from you with a quick flick. 3P: Invisible:	125	All
#860:	1P: Bowing your head ever so slightly, you murmur the quiet words of a hymn. You use the soft cadence of a solemn song to cast the spell [spell name], beseeching L'Naere to hear you. 3P: Invisible:	All	[Race: Aelotoi]
#875:	Serpentine tendrils of imbricated energy slither up your arms as you hiss the incantation for [spell name]. 3P: Invisible:	All	All
#876:	Ethereal sand spills from your fingertips as you raise your hand, the drifting grains briefly sketching the runes of [spell name] in the air. 3P: Invisible:	All	All
#877:	Interlocked strands of luminescent energy spiral upward as you give voice to the [spell name] spell. 3P: Invisible:	All	All
#878:	Heat warps the air as you trace fiery runes for [spell name], your fingers distorted by the mirage-like shimmer. 3P: Invisible:	All	All
#879:	Fine skeins of sand materialize around your hands as you weave them in a sinuous dance before you. Glittering gold and white twine about your fingers, only to settle upon your [complexion] skin as you utter the phrases necessary to cast [spell name]. 3P: Invisible:	All	All