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Eternal Flame

Spell, Divine Magic, level 4

Creates a white flame globe that can burn forever in a temple brazier (bonus to the faithful nearby), be carried as a light that aids saves, or crown a staff to keep undead and lesser fiends at bay.

From the book

Creates a bright globe of pure white fire about 7 inches across, which can serve one of three purposes. Set in a temple brazier, it burns forever without fuel and grants +2 on saves to every worshipper of the caster's god who is within 100 ft. Once enshrined, nothing can put it out except the caster who made it or that deity.

Held in the caster's hands, it lights a 20 ft. radius and gives the caster and any companions in that light +1 on saves. It does the caster no harm, and lasts as long as the caster avoids spell casting, melee and anything else that needs the hands.

Fixed to the tip of a staff the caster holds, it holds back every sort of undead and evil familiar, and even lesser demons and devils. It cannot be used to attack, but these creatures cannot stand its piercing light and always try to stay 10 ft. from the staff. This protection covers only the caster and lasts only while the caster keeps full concentration.

At a glance

Restricted to
Practitioners of Divine Magic only
Size
About 7 inches in diameter
Options
1 Temple brazier: burns forever, +2 saves to followers within 100 ft.; 2 Held: lights 20 ft. radius, +1 saves to caster and companions; 3 On staff: undead, evil familiars, lesser demons and devils keep 10 ft. away (needs concentration)
Save
None
Spell type
Non-variable
Duration
Brazier: permanent (only the caster or the deity can extinguish it); held: while the caster's hands stay free; staff: while the caster concentrates

A scene

The great bronze brazier of Vaca's Temple of the Sun has taken nine years to cast, and today it is consecrated. The high priest Araci kneels before it, cups his hands, and prays until a globe of pure white fire, no bigger than a melon, blooms between his palms. He sets it in the empty brazier. It will never need fuel, and no hand but his, or the god's, can ever quench it. The worshippers crowding the steps feel their hearts steady in its light.

Written for this archive, not from the book

Find it in the spellbook of Divine Magic