Knappagh Road, Sligo, Ireland
Red Mage stepped off of a small passenger train. The ride from Cork had been a long one, with many switches in lines. But at last, he had arrived at the small city. A soft sea wind blew in from the North and moved his red cloak dramatically. He put his staff to the cement and started walking, completely lost.
"The guy said that we was in some hotel near a university, might as well start looking for one in this town."
The lone mage walked on, and no one paid heed to him, for he was but one man, and somebody else's business.
London
Debora frowned, "Taking the Rising Dawn, I'm beginning to think it isn't such a great idea. It's slow and easy to spot, not to mention high maintenance." To be honest, she just really wanted to see Westminster Abbey, and going by train had them walking through the majority of Londontown.
California: Silicon Valley
"Facebook shares are down by almost half a percent this morning, and casual game company Zynga continues to fall at a steady rate..."
Savasaan bit his pen as he worked, the radio playing int he background of his town home. He wondered to himself, what he actually wanted to accomplish in this arc of his. But the meta of the entire thing had begun to cloud what was happening.
A little yellow envelope made itself known on his Escapist tab. Upon opening it, he found two private messages. One from Bluerocker, requesting Red Mage be kept under control, which at this point was impossible, and another from a new member to the forum. The message was simply entitled, "You are last."
Sav brushed his hair from his face and sighed, there was definitely work to be done.
London
Debora's tome lit up again briefly, the Blue Magician picked up the leatherbound book and opened it to the latest page.
"Darren is about to die, get to Ireland," she read aloud.
