Café de Nuit

I might be growing old and my hand might not be as steady as it once was, but it is my mind that I worry about the most. It would not be an exaggeration to say that I have had a difficult life to live. I've experienced more than most travels would in their own lifetimes, and I've endured worse tort...

Grug the Caliban wrote:Up in the Rockford area?

My wife and I live in the Northbrook/Wheeling area, although my hometown is not that far from Rockford.

Grug the Caliban wrote:I'm in a suburb to the east of Chicago. Rosemont area.

Pretty cool, Grug! You're only about a 30 to 45 minute drive from us...

Tadelin wrote:Does anyone ever really read the location text?

Some do, but many do not... That and a lot of people either do not list there locations or use something fictitious.

Northwestern suburbs of the Windy City (Chicago, Illinois). As for the number of Raevnloft players in this area, I haven't found too very many people. In all honesty, I've been so busy with other things in life that I haven't spent a great deal of time and energy looking for other players. Much like...

Vincent's voice startles the bar tender, who was definitely day dreaming even if he wasn't fast asleep. Realizing whose voice it was and what had been said, the man quickly composes himself and nods his head. "The doors will remain locked for about another hour, but both of you are welcome to ...

Personally, I use the third edition for almost all of my roleplaying games. With my tabletop sessions being rather scattered and infrequent, I found that the rules in third edition were much easier to understand and follow for my players. The simple fact that the d20 is used for most of the rolls he...

Vincent and Gabriel looks around the room as they try to decide their next course of action, but there doesn't seem to be many people available to dicuss their nightmares or the next course of action. Renaldo is nowhere to be found, although it is likely that he was either working on his logs or tr...

The yellow skinned man walked out of the Kartakkan wilderness and jabbed the pole of his halberd on the soft soil. With the weapons firmly rooted, Sarinjo was able to use both hands as he pulled a small, strange-looking orb from his belt pouch. Holding it aloft in one hand, he poked and pordded it ...

Right now, I?m in need of a few players. Since I'd rather not juggle multiple threads, I won?t accept more than 6 PCs, though I?ll probably allow for more as the adventure progresses. Unless your already at your limit, I would be interested in joining in the action. :D Hmm maybe the Paridon campaig...

After an hour of searching and traveling, Pyrtuma came upon the carnage of the Barovian battlefield. Mangled corpses and pools of coagulated blood darkened the small clearing. While the smell hadn't attracted the wolves as of yet, the air was thick with flies. Even through she wasn't a trained trac...

Like what the K used to have? Yes, it would be rather similar to what the Kargatane used to have. Basically, we're looking at potentially adding a fourth roleplaying board that would be for Masque of the Red Death and other more modern gothic horror settings. Since these campaigns wouldn't mesh ver...

We've had a few people mention an interest in starting a MotRD/Modern campaign, and it sounds like we would create a new board for such a campaign to be run (since the Cafe board is too Raevnloft-heavy to be appropriate). With some people mentioning an interest in such a board, I was curious if anyo...

Vincent nods his head again as Gabriel settles down for some sleep. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Vincent carefully looks around the dimly lit room. A darkly robed figure had been in his dream, but he hadn't seen anyone like that in the past few days. If someone was affecting people in the waking...

Pyrtuma arrived in Vallaki sometime in the middle of the morning. It was difficult for her to determine just what time of day it was, but she knew that she had been traveling most of the night and a few hours since sunrise. Looking up at the sky, the tiefling bard knew that it wasn't quite noon. He...

As sleep quickly takes Vincent into its ethereal embrace, the young man loses all sense of the reality around him. His eyes close the final time before succumbing, and the image of the dimly lit room melts into a dark grey haze. Feeling slow and fatigued, Vincent looks all around him. The haze, or ...