Click. Clack. Then? The world continues.

[snowman]

Through the underbrush, atop aged oak, drifting in rivers, and sunken in ponds, stone tablets lay, left for wanderer's to find. The surface of such plates engraved with a simple sentence cut with tidiness in every stroke.

"For Artificers, Alchemists, and Gardeners to read. I request your work if you are willing."

The words seemingly cease after such a statement. The blank space below it displays nothing but a rough and scratched surface. However, to a Magi, to the truly inquisitive amongst them, to the ones that idly filled the tablet with mana to further their study, to sate their curiosity, hidden words manifest alongside the glow of their mana.

Hidden Glyphs empower the transformation, revealing the once sanded down words to curious eyes to read. 

"I am the titled Cree, Mister Chompers, and firstly, Selesferus. An Artificer and Alchemist in mind, an Ether insectoid in flesh, and an Ent in soul. If you desire me to work on your projects, or you are curious of the projects I require your aid in, send a letter with my name. It will find me eventually."

Then, when the tablet is let go of, the revealed words would sink back into the sanded down visage of the blank spot of the plate. The test prepared once more for another.

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(OOC: DM Snowman2626 if I don't respond to the letter. It's that shrimple.)