Trinsic’s governor stared at the scroll on her desk in dismay. It should have been sent months ago, but her predecessor had been… a little … just a little… lax.

For some reason, moongates to Britain refused to open. But then, the scroll warned of this.

Calling for her swiftest messenger, she sent the scroll on its way, knowing deep in her heart that it was already too late.

“Well”, she remarked to nobody in particular, “when the land needs a new capital city, I suppose I do have one ready and waiting. If only someone would clean up that mess at the bank…”

Far off in the distance, red eyes watched the messenger hurtling towards Britain, and a great grey tongue rolled across huge fangs…

What you need to know:

Gates to the starting point of the event will appear in the hour leading up to the event.

You’ll probably die, a lot.

Somebody needs to make sure the scroll gets to Britain. Is that somebody you?

Part one of a three-part event session.

See you there!