It is around three hours before sunrise on Monday 4th September 1978 and Sir John Gates Hobbs Jr sets off on the required magical route, in a widdershins direction with Goffery and Percival beside him to guard against any attempts to prevent the maintenance of the wall.

They begin at the Reality Checkpoint and the Fae energy is strong as they begin to walk slowly, so slowly as if walking into a wind as they walk along the diagonal footpath across Parker's Piece that leads to The Roman Catholic Church of Saint Mary the Mother of God and the English Martyrs.

The seven foot tall stone form of Goffery Lemnin, or the shorter termed Go Lem, followed behind, in the dark hours before sunrise his stone form had a slight glisten and sparkle to if from the goose fat with iron and silver filings mixed into it giving him an almost glitter-like coloring in any torch light that shown over him.  His steps softer than one would think but not completely quiet, though just a bit quieter than the expensive wingtips on the gentleman joining them on this important task.

Looking around this path, paying attention to all he can, Goffery asked, "Sir John Gates Hobbs Junior, Master of Emmanuel College, can this ritual only be held at this time or was there another reason to keep this task until the very end of time until the Iron Wall would fail?"  He asked, still with the rather emotionless voice that seemed so hollow in sound.


OOC  Goffery Lemnin rolled 12 using 1d10+7 with rolls of 5.  Notice roll.

In reply to Goffery Lemnin (msg # 2):

"Certainly, Goffery," says Sir John, "The first wall was laid by Isaac Newton on 4 September 1667 (in keeping out the fey from the University, he also kept out the Black Death). By repeating the ritual on the Solar Anniversary of that event, we gain maximum power to resisting both the power and the presence of the Fae."
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Percival walked along with the others, happily humming away as he dispersed the iron fillings. Like a man in a park spreading crumbs for the pigeons. As far as avoiding apocalypses went, this was rather amongst the most leisurely he had ever participated in. Still, he had the duty to help if such was required, it certainly wasn't strenuous, and the company was nice.

"While this will certainly keep out the Fae directly, I certainly hope there are other contingencies in place? The Fae nobility and royalty would no doubt have dozens of plans to bypass or neutralize this Iron Curtain, after all..." he asked mildly, but knowing how determined and devious the royalty could be.

"And since you two are undertaking this mission as part of what I can only assume to be your duties, might I infer that you are part of the numerous secret societies that know of the magical world? The Watchers Council? The Devon Coven? The Inquisitore? It's some time yet before the sun rises. Secrete societies are best spoken of in the dark, are they not?" Percival chuckled, but not at their expense. More an...appreciation for the splendor of life kind of laugh.

OOC Mechanics
09:17, Today: Percival Galois rolled 12 using 1d10+7.  Notice.
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Sir John keeps walking but more slowly, cocking his head to one side like a magpie and says, "What of you, Percival Galois?  What secrets do you bear?"

He lets a moment slide and says, "Hmm I wonder.  Sir Perceval de Galles?  The immortal ringbearer?  You are certainly welcome in Cambridge Sir Perceval although it is mildly disappointing that you chose a different college.  No matter.  The Fae will try all sorts of subterfuge to get around or through the iron wall or to prevent us from finishing.  They will fail, I am determined."

Both Percival and Goffery roll d6

OOC Mechanics
09:38, Today: Percival Galois rolled 3 using 1d6.  Mystery Roll.

OOC: Goffery Lemnin rolled 3 using 1d6.  Mystery Roll.

As the three were approaching the grounds of Newnham college, an arrow shot from somewhere to the left, passing through Sir John's bowler hat, lifting it from his head and pinning it to the tree.  "Down", says Sir John and takes his own advice, careful to land on the inside of the iron wall.

"Oh, I bear a great many. I might even be willing to part with some of them," Percival said with a cheeky wink.

"Lord, actually. While I bear a knighthood, when addressing me proper, the Lordship takes precedence. And my name really is Percival Galois. Although, I suppose if one wanted to be technical, if you wanted to pronounce my name in the proper Old Welsh to go along with my titles, it would be Percevaus li Galois. But let us remain in the present day. As for bearing a ring..." the young man began, stopping to remove his tailored leather gloves.

"...you will see I bear no such bauble. Though, such a thing would be useful," he chuckled, showing ten unadorned fingers.

"Still, you did manage to reveal yourself with that graceless pivoting from my question. Confidently asserting incorrect or partial information, that can only mean The Watchers Council," came a gentle rebuking that carried a hint of disappointment.

Before he could continue, the arrow came flying out of the darkness, and the Englishman hit the deck. Instead of following Sir Hobbs' example, the young medical student raised a portion of his large duster to protect his unarmored head, and charged directly in the direction of the fired arrow, without a sound. Even the clip-clop of his wingtips vanished. And there was no friendly grin on his face now. Only a cool, iron determination.

Percival, roll perception plus notice please.

OOC Mechanics
15:59, Today: Percival Galois rolled 13 using 1d10+7. Notice.

Not fifty yards away, you reach a flowing brook, having seen no footprints or other signs.  Perhaps you are looking in the wrong direction?