prologue, act i. [voice]

[forestwitch]

W-where am I?!

What sort of fate has fallen upon me now? I demand to know, where am I and why have I been brought here?

Has the wars stopped? Has the chaos been quelled? Tis not Erion, I know that much, but I do not know why I am here. This is a kingdom of some kind. More or less, a village judging by the houses I see before me.

Where is my clothing? I never wore this type of dress before. I do hope I am in the company of friends and not foes…

Comments

[scarlet-valor.livejournal.com]

But who is the 'boss' of this town? If this a village of some kind, then their must be a mayor around here...

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[kol-shevik.livejournal.com]

Mayfield's boss is pathetic coward who will be crushed beneath heel of Proletariat before time here is finished--

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[kol-shevik.livejournal.com]

Should also warn little comrade about many children now claiming to be "boss" of town. Something about election. Is very silly.

[scarlet-valor.livejournal.com]

A Proletariat...? Is that the name of a sorcerer or some kind? It takes magic to fight against magic and judging by how this realm is established...there is some powerful sorcery lurking within town.

Oh? So others are vying for the right to become the new 'boss' of Mayfield?

Corruption and greed breeds nasty vermin.

[kol-shevik.livejournal.com]

Proletariat is worker for the people! ...And do not be silly, comrade. Is no such thing as sorcery. Is only science.

Is good to hear you are agreeing with Russia. America is greediest of all.

[scarlet-valor.livejournal.com]

Hmph. If I was to deny the existence of magic, then I would be denying the life I have lived up until now.

Science hasn't done many deeds within my world but both crafts are respected.

Russia? That is your name? Who is America?