You stand in a gigantic pentacle, a million flickering candles dot a landscape of chalk on cleared stone. You are a dot on the horizon.
[[begin->Spirit]]
You turn to the spirit side of the pentacle and wave your arms, and begin to ring the small bell in your hand to the spirit side of the pentacle and chant the holy words.
Spirits I invoke you, O elemental plane come to being in this place, so mote it be!
The ground turns grey and ghosts begin to flow out of the cracks in, filling the air with infinite wisdom, the chiming of bells answers back to your call.
[[Earth]]
You turn to the air side of the pentacle, and grab a sage brush stick and set it alight, you wave it and smoke flows from its end, you chant the holy words.
Air I invoke you, O elemental plane come to being in this place, so mote it be!
The stone dissapears from beneath the side of the pentacle and gusts of wind rise from the pit, clouds float up from nothing and a great bird soars our of the hole in the world. from her wings feathers fall and become smaller birds, everything from sparrows to hawks.
[[Fire]]
You turn to the water side of the pentacle and draw a coral wand from your deep pockets. You wave it through the air, and hear the ocean roaring in your ear. You chant the holy words
Sea I invoke you, O elemental plane come to being in this place, so mote it be!
The stone becomes sand, tidepools spring up from the ground and fill with salty water. waves beat over the beach and the water starts to rise, flooding the beach. The tiny fish in the pools begin to grow and change and start to swim in sigil patterns
[[Air]]
You turn to the eath side of the pentacle, and pick your staff off the ground. The point is coated in crystals of all kinds and you chant the holy words
Earth I invoke you, O elemental plane come to being in this place, so mote it be!
The polished stone turns to dirt and moss begins to grow in the ground. From the green carpet pillars of crystal spring forth, and saplings begin to grow like hair, baby beasts are born and hide between the growing forests
[[Water]]
You turn to the fire side of the pentacle, and draw a candle from your bag. As you light it you say the holy words.
Fire I invoke you, O elemental plane come to being in this place, so mote it be!
As the flame in your hand ignites, the stone turns to magma, and great flames spring up, licking at the magical walls of the pentacle, ash twisters careen through the inferno.
[[Spirit again->Spirit]]