Saturday, 18th October, pre-dawn. Just after 6am to be exact and Autumn had finally got a good grip of the city, pushing away the last gasps of Summer with a morning chill that brings zipped up jackets and condensation on the windows. No doubt as the sun rose, burning through this initial grip of damp, it would be a brilliant day with some heat left, one mustn't be fooled by such illusions; The time of Fear was upon the world and a small band of pledged changelings were on a mission.
The task was simple. Locate the bridge burner, Garth Goyle and attempt to persuade him in meeting with the mad ex-King, Horace Albert Liebowitz; exiled from the Freehold.
But where they were going was not in the Freehold. This place was the Brim, the buffer between the sanctuary of the Seasons and the dangerous wilderness beyond. Only those crazy, desperate or simply stubborn chose to venture and reside within the Border Marches. The Cal-Expo Race Track was one such place, just north of the Freehold and the site where Gianna had informed this temporary Motley they could find the Manikin, using a hedgegate that was Masked as a trailer. Finding the race track was easy but as the group, either individually or as together, passed the safe boundary that was the Freehold, each could feel the alien wilderness they had entered, the understanding that here, even though the streets were dead and quiet as folk slept, the Seasons had no rule.
Please narrate how you arrive to the race track; I don't mind if you come together or individually. Also note in your initial post any equipment you have, or let me know if it is already on a minisheet/signature. It is still dark but on the horizon, the sky is already starting to change colour