Game Title: Dungeons and Flagons--Ambika's GameHost: Scheherazade Date and Time[Eastern]:
Saturday -- March 20th, 2010 -- 4:00 PMLocation:
Black Rabbit BarZipcode
(or online): Game System:
Dungeons & Dragons 4th ed.Level:
1-3Number of Players:
Players can RSVP up until Saturday -- March 20th, 2010 -- 12:00 PM and then the game becomes set.
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||Time of RSVP
| Tommy T||7 2|| Mar 19, 2010 10:54 PM||Confirmed|
| Romo||3 1|| Mar 20, 2010 11:45 AM||Confirmed|
|KenB|| || Mar 19, 2010 10:54 PM||Confirmed|
|Adam|| || Mar 19, 2010 10:54 PM||Confirmed|
|jeffcp|| || Mar 19, 2010 10:54 PM||Confirmed|
|[#__#]|| || Mar 19, 2010 10:54 PM||Confirmed|
|AnimatedLeopard|| || Mar 20, 2010 1:27 PM||Waiting|
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| Mar 20, 2010 9:06 AM || - sirathos:|| ahh...sorry...my mistake then...Good luck.|
| Mar 20, 2010 8:21 AM || - Scheherazade :|| Well....unless you have either an airplane or a teleportation device it isn't really that relevant what time we're playing if you're in Norway. The game is at a bar in Brooklyn, not online.|
| Mar 20, 2010 4:42 AM || - sirathos:|| [[ooc: You are -5 GMT right? And I'm at +1 GMT that means we are 4 hours apart? if so It will make the time you play local time 8PM here or 12 AM.]]|
| Mar 19, 2010 1:31 PM || - sirathos:|| [[OOC: I'm wondering if join when do it start in my local time GMT +1....Oslo, Norway.|
| Mar 18, 2010 8:45 PM || - Scheherazade :|| Continued....|
Even with the light of a balmy spring day filtering through the heavy curtains, you can barely make out the man's face. Amid a maze of wrinkles, like some Byzantine street map etched in his skin, a pair of hard little eyes sparkle brightly.
You make your request and he smiles slowly.
"I couldn't trouble you to fetch it from the cellar, could I?" he asks in his lilting voice.
| Mar 18, 2010 8:40 PM || - Scheherazade :|| Since there seems to be a very silly unreasonably short character limit for the description, I have to add the details here:|
The tavern is quiet, dim, almost abandoned as you enter in the glare of late afternoon. It's been a long journey. Your very soul is dusty and your eyes are rimmed with the shadow of weariness.
"Can I get you something?" the innkeeper asks from his shadowy lair behind the bar.