The day has dawned clear in Glen Airgead, up in the mountains of Scotland. The sun shines down on the fine March morning through a sky empty of clouds. The air is fresh and clean, and everyone can see why the grogs of the covenant are happy to live here. The departure is set for several hours after dawn. Those magi knowledgable of spells of instant transport know that when travelling west, time turns back, so that if they departed too early, the group might overtake dawn and have certain spells expire shortly after they were cast. It has something to do with the rotation of the Earth, those of a philosophical bent would say. Regardless, it's simpler to delay departure by a few hours than to deal with multiple dawns in the same day.
Gathered together are Meliai ex Merinita and Ook, Magnus ex Bonisagus and Sophia, Haestus ex Miscellanea and Dobran, Artemis ex Bonisagus and Phobia, Constantine ex Guernicus and Eagnaidh, as well as Duncan of Glen Airgead. Together they represent some of the most skilled magi of the Order of Hermes, as well as the most knowledgable people in Mythic Europe on the subject of lost Atlantis. Their mission today: to see the sunken Island of Atlantis with their own eyes.
The nearby regio entrance that Meliai is aware of is a little less than two miles distant, at the edge of a nearby forest. It will be a short trip there, down the mountain path to the village below Glen Airgead, up the trade road about a half mile, and then about a mile overland until the forest comes into view. From there, the miles will pass by almost effortlessly, as the group takes a shortcut through a forest regio that apparently connects many of the forests of Mythic Europe together.
The grogs of the covenant have packed some supplies for the magi in a few knapsacks. Mostly it's food, as it's unknown how long the magi will be away. Unfortunately, the magi will have to do their own drudge work and carry it all along with them, since no grogs will be accompanying them. This last decision caused some consternation among a few shield grogs. But the magi know best, so the matter was settled.
"Are we ready to proceed?" Magnus asks the gathered group. "I'm eager to set foot on what was once the great land of Atlantis."
Anyone other companions want to come along? Also, any last things to do before leaving Glen Airgead?