Happy Hour

[makesthings]

Sameth enters carrying various lists for helping the Southerlings and adjusts his surcoat. There's so much to do, but there's always a lot to do, it would be strange if there wasn't anything. When he sits down at the counter and shifts his sword from habit, a napkin appears and he says, "Yes, I'd be happy to."

Then he goes behind the counter and pulls out the cocktail book as he considers recipes.

Specials
Spiced Wine
Promised Land Martini
Crown Float

Once they're up, he makes himself a spiced wine and as he watches the counter, starts making some sketches on the back of one of his lists for improving Lirael's hand.

(OOC: This week, I read the newest book of Sam's canon. Help me share the happy new canon feeling.)

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[arcane_mixologist]

Eliot approaches the bar, working at a stubborn bit of ink under his pinky nail. Pausing to read the specials, he asks, "How is the wine? Is it a rare vintage?"

[makesthings]

Sam considers the wine he's holding, "No, but its warm and spiced. Working on a project?"

He often gets ink in odd spots.

[arcane_mixologist]

"Some bit of studying, I've got a mid-term on glyphs and wards. I'd do it at home, but I've a reputation as a lazy reprobate." Eliot pauses to study Sameth, eyes lingering on his Chartermark. "Let's start with the wine. Something provincial might hit the spot."

[makesthings]

"Glyphs? Wards against what?" A fellow magic worker makes him smile as he prepares the spiced wine and hands it over.

[arcane_mixologist]

"Well, I've just been practicing my calligraphy here, but I think Mr. Sinster will be testing us on physical forces. So I would imagine wards against iron, wood, lightening, those sorts of things. I could be wrong, but I'm sure I'm not."

"If I am, I'll adapt. The trick is more in the draftsmanship and knowing the language. If you just memorize specific wards, you'll eventually hit something that doesn't work and you can't adapt."

"Are you Taliesin by any chance?" He's met a Tolkien Elf tonight, why not the famous bard?

[makesthings]

Some of those he can imagine wards being useful again but not wood or iron unless he means swords and arrows, "Who? No, I'm Sameth of the Old Kingdom. So you write your wards or say them?"

[arcane_mixologist]

"Just thought I'd check," Eliot says with a smile. "I'm Eliot, from the illustrious Brakebills Academy."

"Wards are written. There are spells that can act like wards that are spoken, but they don't last as long and require attentive focus from the caster. The wards I am taught to make, once they are cast, don't require focus, don't drain you beyond the initial casting, and are permanent until something or someone breaks them."

"Are you a magician then?"

[makesthings]

"I'm a Charter Mage which uses the Charter in the form of Marks to form spells. What do you write them on or do they become part of what they're written on or something else?"

This is closer to how the Charter works or could be though nothing is truly like the Charter.

[arcane_mixologist]

So many questions. The boy (yes, Sameth is likely his own age if not older, Eliot just likes to be casual) is reminding him of that baker.

"Hmm...something of a mixed bag I would say. If you make the ward on something that isn't alive, then it becomes part of it. If you draw it on a living being, then it lasts as long as the drawing of the ward is undisturbed. Lots of magicians tend to go for tattoos because of this, but one cut and there goes the ward."

[makesthings]

"That could be a problem. With the Charter, it becomes part of what its put into though its still visible. I do a lot of making things with the Charter so I'm always working on how to best combine it," Sam loves chances to talk magic in Milliways.

[arcane_mixologist]

"'The Charter'? Is that some sort of agreement between magic users on your world?"

[makesthings]

"No, the Charter is the Old Kingdom. The best way I've found to begin to explain it is with a poem I learned as a boy.

Five Great Charters knit the land
together linked, hand in hand
One in the people who wear the crown
Two in the folk who keep the Dead down
Three and Five became stone and mortar
Four sees all in frozen water. This connects me to the living Charter that is the Old Kingdom,"

He shifts his bangs to show his Charter Mark more clearly.