A fairy tale continued:
I live near the Land of Make Believe where the Uniform think that Notes give them power over the Other. Like magic spells they believe that if they say it then it's true. Instead of a wand they have the authority invested in them by the Royal charter of nuttiness. Where truth becomes fiction and lies become truth. The end justifies the means.
As in the Wizard of Oz the Uniform speak with booming voices but are small in stature which even the book of Notes can't disguise. When the Unbelievers arrive in their land the 'perceived to be powerful' muster all their troops and every spell in the big black book. Pills and potions. Sleight of hand. Disappearing tricks.
It's worked before. They've held back the tide when other shores didn't. However it's getting more and more difficult for the Uniform to hold out and the water is rising.
Time to call in the King ...