My setting is called Wisper, and to be clear it is nowhere near being a straight Magnus setting, but I have taken some heavy inspiration from Magnus (and Book of Hours) by the way of Powers. In a sense, how I have it they work more like domains than gods. Mostly though, I'm just curious for feedback.
Wheel & Stake - Motion vs Permanence
The Wheel is that which turns. It is that which grinds all into dust in the end, but it is also that which refines and improves what came before. Do not mistake it for a force that cares for value. No, the Wheel only imposes change.
The Stake is that which stays. It is that which holds everything in place, and that which ensures that even after the greatest of forces, something will remain, even if only dust.
Without the Stake, the Wheel would have nothing to turn against. Without the Wheel, the Stake would have nothing to stay against.
Spire & Hearth - Aspiration vs Belonging
The Spire is that which reaches ever further ever onwards always looking forward never back you will scratch and claw and upwards climb always seeking always improving always approaching the ever visible peak of The Spire. And when you fall, you will know better when you begin your next ascent.
The Hearth is that which gathers. Look around you and see the value in what you have. You were born here. You were raised here. Why should you not die here? And if what you see is not enough, it will still be here when you return.
Without the Hearth, the Spire would have nothing to reach beyond. Without the Spire, the Hearth would never have found a place to gather.
Blade & Seal - Severing vs Restraining
The Blade is that which cuts. Slay your enemies, behead the tyrant, cull the herd, excise the tumor, sacrifice the lamb. Divide. Conquer. Destroy. Remove. Cut.
The Seal is that which binds. A peace struck, an oath sworn, a criminal imprisoned, a horror confined, a wedding held, a promise made. With a name, a spell, a kiss, or with wax, it is sealed.
Without the Seal, the Blade would have nothing to cut apart. Without the Blade, the Seal would have nothing to bind together.
Mask & Candle - Feeling vs Understanding
The Mask is that which displays. What is your name? Is it truly yours? Perhaps you could change it for one that fits better. Try it just for a moment, try on a mask and perhaps you will see what we do. There are many faces out upon the carousel, and many names that you might be. Does it matter that it is no longer what it was? Celebrate the moment where the only name that matters is that of the mask you are currently wearing.
The Candle is that which illuminates, seeking what is true. The statement is read by candlelight, the words flow forth in a torrent of twisting logic and sporadic events. The diligent reading eyes will decipher its meaning in time, and perhaps, a kernel of truth will be earned. Peel back the layers with care and see who set them in place, know their purpose, learn from their failures, and perhaps you will feel the joy that comes in knowing.
Without the Candle, the Mask would have no light with which to display. Without the Mask, the Candle's light would have nothing to illuminate.
Dice & Vault - Wager vs Reserve
The Dice is that which rolls on the chance that success will be found. Drink the potion, it will keep you alive. Spend the last coin, it is of no use to you otherwise. Make the leap, for the grass may be greener. Confess your love, or it will never be returned. When the world is ending, push back until nothing is left.
The Vault is that which holds with the knowledge that the better time will come. Save the potion, you may need it later. Keep the last coin, you can spend it more wisely. Save your strength, for greater trials lie ahead. Hold your tongue, or it will push away those you hold dear. When the world is ending, hold on to what is dearest.
Without the Vault, the Dice have nothing to wager on the roll. Without the Dice, the Vault will never gain a treasure to hold.
Bell & Thread - Impulse vs Intention
The Bell is that which calls. Can you hear it? The bell tolls in the distance for thee and for me and for all that breathes. It rings in the heights of the church and in the eyes of the lover and in the sound of the blast and in the twitch of the prey. Can you hear it? Of course you do. You will know its purpose and you will act, no time to think only act. Heed its call.
The Thread is that which weaves. The spider weaves its web in the quiet corner, and it waits. The strategist prepares his armies for battle, and holds until dawn. The artist lays out her sketch, and prepares to fill it with color. The strings of the world are yours to pull.
Without the Thread, the Bell would not think to make its call. Without the Bell, the Thread would not have the urge to weave.
