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Woman of Secret Shadow
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: in hollow halls beneath the fells
Posts: 4,511
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Ooh this sounds so interesting. If the game starts soon, I'm in.
Hey Legate we could get married and be the Sackville-Bagginses! Wouldn't that be nice? ![]() If not, then I'd like to be a Big Person. My occupation shall be... a tanner!
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Shade of Carn Dûm
Join Date: Apr 2008
Location: The Pinnacle of my own might
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This looks fun, Kit. Hopefully I will be around more this game.
What's -6 GMT in EST? I hope it's something I can work with, or may have to give this a miss...
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Let's see if I can make it to Day3 this time. Lately both the wolves and the villagers have been just too eager to get rid of me on the first Days / Nights.
![]() And as no one seems to be ready to stand out for hobbits loud and clear then I'll be one. So let me be the hobbit-dealer of "Old Tobo" in Bree. And even if my real name would be Shenanigan Kneejerk I'd like to be called just "Toby".
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Woman of Secret Shadow
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: in hollow halls beneath the fells
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I believe it's EST -1. A piece of advice: if you're uncertain, you can go look it up in Edit Options. There's a list of possible timezones.
edit: xed with Nog. And even if my real name would be Shenanigan Kneejerk I'd like to be called just "Toby". ![]()
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