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GM Recruitment drive

travisjhall and I are intending to run a game called Don't Mention the War at Conquest next year.

The game is set as a dinner party, so we are intending to actually cater for the event and make it a real dinner party. To make that side of things easier, the plan is to only run the game in a single session (most likely Saturday night session), but multiple games running at once.

That's where we need some help. To run multiple sessions, we're going to need extra GM's.

So, the plan is that once it's written, we're going to run a beta test for 12 players, and then those players become our GM's and such for actually running it. With 2 GM's per game, that means we can run 5 game (with 10 GM's), plus have two doing other stuff, and Travis and I will be overseeing all the game at once, with a maximum possible of 60 players. We doubt we'll get that many, but we're planning just in case.

So, if any of my readers are intending to be at Conquest 2008 and would like to help, please let myself or Travis know.

Pinky, Nick, Stephen, Hil and Chris have already volunteered, as far as I am aware.

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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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