And I want to get a paperback grimoire

[hcobb]

(Sing the title to the tune of the Beetles song.)

The heavy and expensive spell books at ITL 141 (what are they, printed on silver?) are the official versions sanctified by the WG.

The vast majority of wizards get by with cheap paperback knockoffs mass produced by apprentices using Duplicate Writing and casting twice per sheet to print on both sides. These weigh a sixth of the official volumes and cost a tenth as much, but impose an extra die on all casting rolls.

[phiwum]

Your wizards have no pride. In my Cydri, a wizard wouldn't be caught dead lugging around important spells in anything less than finely embossed leather or some such.

They could save more money if they visit the local fish and chips shop and write it on the white butcher paper the fish comes on. Best to skip the mayo, though.

The words "practical" and "frugal" just don't go with my concept of wizard.

[JohnPaulB]

Originally Posted by phiwum

Your wizards have no pride. In my Cydri, a wizard wouldn't be caught dead lugging around important spells in anything less than finely embossed leather or some such.

They could save more money if they visit the local fish and chips shop and write it on the white butcher paper the fish comes on. Best to skip the mayo, though.

The words "practical" and "frugal" just don't go with my concept of wizard.

Why, in my day, we had stone tablets hinged with whalebone and covered in redwood bark. We had to cart them around in wheelbarrows. And we were mighty happy to lug them around as apprentices. Made us STRONG. Always a question of increasing IQ for the next spell or ST to lift up that damned next highest IQ book.

[David Bofinger]

Originally Posted by JohnPaulB

Why, in my day, we had stone tablets hinged with whalebone and covered in redwood bark. We had to cart them around in wheelbarrows.

You had wheelbarrows? Luxury, sheer luxury. In my day every morning the wizard guild's deranged zombie, whose brain had seen better days, would tattoo each wizard's genitals with the spells needed for the day, using a knobbly three-handed club-staff and a blunt trident. We had to cast every spell so the tattoo disappeared, but we couldn't use our hands, no, we had to use sphincter gestures. And if a trace of the tattoo remained by elevenses the whole town would know you'd been slacking and they'd storm your home with burning torches and pitchforks and decapitate the lot of you with a rusty agricultural implement we never did definitely identify. And magicians these days think they have it hard...

[phiwum]

Originally Posted by David Bofinger

You had wheelbarrows? Luxury, sheer luxury. In my day every morning the wizard guild's deranged zombie, whose brain had seen better days, would tattoo each wizard's genitals with the spells needed for the day, using a knobbly three-handed club-staff and a blunt trident. We had to cast every spell so the tattoo disappeared, but we couldn't use our hands, no, we had to use sphincter gestures. And if a trace of the tattoo remained by elevenses the whole town would know you'd been slacking and they'd storm your home with burning torches and pitchforks and decapitate the lot of you with a rusty agricultural implement we never did definitely identify. And magicians these days think they have it hard...

Kinda sounds like size matters after all.