In a kingdom vast and ancient, lived the Grand Mage and Grand Alchemist of the Red Order, adorned in a mask very elfin. Every morning, hopping and skipping, they brewed potions quaint and sipped them.

With a staff made of metal and crystal glowing, their powers ever-growing, the Red Knight's wisdom they were knowing. 'Shimmer and spark, potion so dark,' they chanted with a merry hark.

In the halls of the Red Order tall, where knights and mages hear the call, the Grand Mage, so wise, stood proud and tall. They kept the secrets big and small.

One day, while reading ancient tomes, they heard the booms of gnomes wearing purple domes. 'Oh, what a sight,' said the mage with delight, 'Gnomes in domes, what a fright!'

The gnomes were causing quite a fuss, with tiny elephants in a truss! 'Let’s help the gnomes,' said the mage with glee. 'With a spell, soon they'll be free!'

With a wiggle and a wobble, a giggle and a gobble, the Grand Mage’s staff did bobble. 'Elephants be free, like a buzzing bee!' and gnomes cheered with glee.

On this whimsical quest, with no time for rest, the Grand Mage knew they were the best. They ventured on, very well-dressed.

Through gardens of green and waters so blue, they met a frog who loved to sue. 'I need a spell, to hop high and yell!' said the frog with a bubbly shell.

'Hop and pop, don’t ever stop!' the mage chanted with a grand slop. The frog did leap and squeak, oh so steep, 'Thanks to you, my hops are deep!'

At the end of the day, they've had their say, helping friends in every way. The Red Knight praised their bright display, 'You’ve spread joy, hooray!'

And so the mage, in their gas mask grand, strolled back to their potion land. With spells to cast and potions bland, they were the mightiest of the band.

Their days were filled with shimmer and spell, in yonder magical citadel. And that is how they found joy so well, in every chant and potion’s tell.