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Noctis Personæ 2008

Noctis is a semi annual roleplaying weekend for the Camarilla put on by the Melbourne Domain of the Camarilla.

Running the ANZAC Day long weekend, this year it starts on the night of Thursday the 24th of April and ends on Monday the 29th of April.

If you are a Camarilla member, please pass the website around. We want as many out of towners to come as possible (because it's more fun that way), and we also want as many Melbourites as possible to come.

However, there is one very important thing to point out about the Noctis website, and that is that I made it. I'm quite proud of what was basically thrown together in two days.

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kashiichan
Mar. 17th, 2008 07:43 am (UTC)
Camarilla? Like in Vampire: the Masquerade?
halloranelder
Mar. 17th, 2008 08:59 am (UTC)
Masquerade? That's so old-school! :)

Nowadays they run the World of Darkness 2nd Edition universe: Vampire: The Requiem, Werewolf: The Forsaken, Mage: The Awakening, and Changeling: The Lost. I run the Changeling game here in Melbourne, and it's a lot of fun.

So, you were close. :)
kashiichan
Mar. 19th, 2008 02:19 am (UTC)
Yeah, I don't update my games much.

It's the same basic organisation though, right?
halloranelder
Mar. 19th, 2008 03:58 am (UTC)
New and improved version of the same basic organisation (and I'm not actually joking). They've made some changes to the way things work and it's actually a hell of a lot better.
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