GLOGTOBER Day 3: Fuckin' Tomes
Just as a man in service to a dragon undergoes a change in physiology and psychology, so too does a tome in service to a Practitioner undergo a similar metamorphosis. Spell books have been proven to develop minor sentience, exhibiting an intelligence on par with the average hound. In rare cases, a spell book may end up quite a bit more developed; oftentimes to the chagrin of their master.
So you've "found" a spell book that belongs to another Practitioner of the Art:
Construction
Binding
1. A mixture of ground up bone, ash, and... an adhesive.
2. Thick tree bark, alive with various friendly and harmless insects.
3. Soft and supple leather, warm to the touch, smells like a freshly groomed beast.
4. Thick metal plate, would undoubtably stop projectile attacks if held strategically.
5. Purest Ivory, purloined from a legendary beast; highly illegal, will both open and close many doors.
6. No binding at all, if pages and ink exist they are loose and haphazard.
Pages
1. Human skin.
2. Intricately spun spider silk.
3. Red leather, warm to the touch and smells of copper.
4. Silver or gold, hammered impossibly thin. Exponentially increase the value of the book.
5. Richly colored fabric, looks and feels like nothing you have ever seen.
6. This book appears to have no pages, a puzzle it seems.
Ink
1. Blood.
2. Tree sap, the pages stick together and no spell can be cast in a hurry.
3. Rich black paste made from ground up hooves and horns.
4. Words engraved or embossed into the book.
5. Words have been magically burned into the pages.
6. The spell book appears to have no words, curiouser and curiouser.
These are great! If I were more technology-inclined, I'd make these into a handy generator... you could make some really puzzling things with this bad boy, and I mean that in the best way possible.
ReplyDeleteWhose dad exactly do these spells refer to? Or just dads in general? (table 7, entry 1)
ReplyDeleteI have been in a slump and the only way I can bring myself to write is if I'm already drunk. C'est la vie.
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