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Originally posted by Beregond

Greetings All,

I have fallen quite ill, and probably won't play much more.

I'd like to thank all who understood what I was trying to bring back to
Genesis, and who chipped in in the project.

I will leave you with a log from Ithilien:

There are two obvious exits: east and west.
The air stirs and feels heavier to breathe as Sarenkir draws power from the
realm of shadows.
You kneel down and offer a silent prayer to the Valar.
The black-robed hooded male wraith attacks you!
You are too busy casting a spell.
You puke on your shoes.
Sarenkir stares at you with eyes like burning coals.
You are quaking as if you are bitter cold.
The air stirs and feels heavier to breathe as Sarenkir draws power from the
realm of shadows.
The black-robed hooded male wraith bonked you with his flaming spiked club on
the legs.
You call upon Orome to stop the fighting.
Clouds gather above you and form a dense, gray blanket. Suddenly a bolt of
lightning springs from the clouds and impacts on the ground!
You sacrificed a brown tree mushroom.
Sarenkir curses violently such open defiance of the Dark Lord.
You resolutely declare: I am a servant of the Secret Fire. You cannot pass!
You are physically feeling very well and mentally slightly degraded.
The large black horse is feeling very well.
Sarenkir is feeling very well.
The large black horse is feeling very well.
The black-robed hooded male wraith is feeling very well.
The large black horse swings its tail to the side, slapping its flank.
The black-robed hooded male wraith hisses to you: Bring me the wizard!
You have made average progress since you last logged in.
You are a titanic, acrobatic, tough, inventive, wise and valiant white-robed
hooded male human.
You are very brutal.
Without death recovery assistance, you would have been slightly violent.
You say: Your time is nigh..
You say: The Dagarim Aran rides.
The black-robed hooded male wraith hisses to you: Coward!
The flames on the black-robed hooded male wraith's flaming spiked club cast a
dull radiance, lengthening shadows rather than truly illuminating.
You say: And protects this land.
Sarenkir hisses to you: Fool ! You are utterly doomed.
You say: Introduce yourself, nameless ones.
You introduce yourself to a large black horse with Sarenkir riding on it,
Sarenkir in shining armour, a black rider and a black-robed hooded
male wraith.
The searing-hot flames engulfing Sarenkir's flaming battered seax flicker
hungrily.
The large black horse suddenly snorts, and tosses its mane.
The black-robed hooded male wraith hisses to you: Check the bridge fool. Your
brothers cower before the Nine!
You are physically feeling very well and mentally slightly degraded.
The large black horse is feeling very well.
Sarenkir is feeling very well.
The large black horse is feeling very well.
The black-robed hooded male wraith is feeling very well.
Sarenkir hisses dangerously.
You say: Rangers.
You say: I will shed a tear later.
The black-robed hooded male wraith hisses to you: Likely many.
You say: Hunt me, wraiths.


Beregond survived that day. It was very fun.


Take care all.

Sincerely,
Beregond's player

Best of whishes mate. Hope you return, You did good for the game.

Take it easy man

Hope your health improves soon. Be good to yourself.

Both Beregond and his player remains one (some?) of the individuals I have had the most fun with gen-wise the past couple of years. We (both as players and characters) did not always see eye to eye but it has been FUN! - the core of Genesis.

Beregond remains a very interesting character, and the RP project you set out was a refreshing blast from the past.

Thank you for what you brought to the game. I hope you feel better and return to us.

cheers

I wish Beregond's player the best and hopefully we will team again in the future.

Vaya con dios dude.

Get well soon. We'll be thinking of you.