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]

A wand! Oh! That sort of wizard! [Though honestly, she's picturing an entirely different sort of wand than what Barry is probably carrying around.]

Magic isn't done with wands here. It's done through art! Through making things, or performances or.... or all sorts of different creative things.

[grimjeaper]

Oh, that's interesting...! [And he does genuinely seem to think that; there's a tangible sense of his curiosity growing.] Kind of like a Bard, I guess, their performances can inspire strength or courage or whatever else they want.