Fox finally finishes his most complex glyph that he had ever created, having taken him a while to finally do it. The others were scattered all about the island, he hoped they would hear the call. He putt all of his strength into the final push, causing the spark that starts the inferno. The Glyph began to glow to glow with a holy light as a table of stone begins to emerge from the ground. The table is set for each of the islands inhabitants, and they all begin to be irresistibly compelled to come and sit at the table in peace. They were compelled not to resist, but they would find themselves unable to call to forth any war-like ability's should they try. When everyone is siting at the table, a surprising amount of diversity and creatures, each table setting is filled with a cornucopia worth of food perfect for each person.
"I may die when this spell is done," Fox begins to say, holding up a chalice filled with infinite Pigs Iron Cola a local drink he had gotten a taste for in Portland Oregon once. "But I have to ask that we be civil. I put all of myself into this spell, while it is in effect you cant fight... I just think that we should be civil, thair are reasons. we can't just fight among eachother, the humans are at our bourders and we should fight them instead! I just mean..." Fox breaks into a cauging fit into his napkin, which shows red.