The Collection

Nobody quite knows what this wand will do. That includes Fizban.

Forged at the peak of the summer solstice, this wand blazes with the memory of a thousand suns. Handle with protective gloves.

Carved from a thorn that grew in perpetual midnight, it bends light and memory alike. Excellent for stage magicians and spies.

This wand still breathes — tiny leaves have been known to sprout from its tip after heavy use. The forest remembers its own.

The smell of ozone follows this wand wherever it goes. Best used outdoors, away from libraries, elderly cats, and anything flammable.

Crafted on a moonless night from wood bleached white by decades of lunar magic. Allows its wielder to hear what the dead still wish they had said.

Stolen from a harpy queen and converted into a wand of surprising elegance. Still occasionally shrieks at inopportune moments.

A wand made from wood that floated between worlds before it was found. It smells of lavender and forgotten promises, and lets you step into the dreams of the willing.

Heavy with accumulated knowledge from its previous owners, this wand grants glimpses of the past. Do not attempt to scry memories you are not prepared to carry.