At the very beginning of the Majesty's Jaunt

[bigbookofd]

This is Ringabel, and I seem to be quite myself. Who else is in possession of their true memories?

I've found myself outside of the curtain wall of a castle on a floating isle. I smell brimstone and saltpeter, and there's a fleet of airships here coming from the direction of the rising sun.

Yet we're among cheering and laughing children barely old enough to lift a sword, and the mood is jovial. What have we stepped into this time?

I'd like to know what I can so as to avoid drawing undue attention to myself. Fortunately, a Black Mage's robes seem to be in fashionable style here, so my first mistake was not fatal.

Comments

[photonicfighter]

Of art! Because art is how you make magic, here. Everyone that's coming here is an artist of some sort.

...and it might be similar. I haven't heard of that, but it's very similar to a dialect that's common on the planet Neudaiz, where I'm from.

[bigbookofd]

...Art as the catalyst is very good to know, thank you. Thorne - Charley for the duration - confirms it.

It prevents me from waving my rod around like a lunatic and merely shouting "Fira" to call flames, and getting all the odd looks I'd richly deserve for it. I'll have to add a literal song and dance to it at the very least...

[photonicfighter]

I imagine it's something worth trying out, for people that are investigating? It sounds like it might be fun!

...don't set anything on fire that doesn't need setting on fire, though. If you can help it.