Child of the Great Fire, you glowing ember of the earth’s hot blood, be summoned by my call! Find this bridge between life and death – be born from cremation! Assume the shape of man, assume the tools of your trade, and assume the name of your life: Prometheus!
For a time, finding an enchanted weapon or a magical trinket in the city was as easy as whispering a secret word in an alley or down a drain. The lords and guilds and wizards were concerned of course – unchecked magic is the seed of rot and ruin.