Marshal_Lannes
Well-known member
And so, the journey has come to an end. A long journey. Right up there with the Fellowship wandering around Middle Earth for so long, most people didn't finish the books. Luckily, the movies came out, and people could pretend they read them. Oh, that's what happens! Our journey here, mine, yours, ours, years and decades old, will conclude tomorrow, a week, or a month from now. I talked to someone in Threats today, and they said they were going to hang around for another month. I'm taking an Alexandrian approach and cutting the Gordian Knot. Lingering, like an ephemeral Dolores O'Riordan, would be too painful. Too sad to watch the server die.
I can't say Orien is the only server I've ever known. I was an avid participant in hardcore, and I fully immersed myself in those worlds for the seasons. But Orien was the only place I felt was home in this game. I learned good and bad habits on Orien. I met good players, and they went away. New players arrived, a different generation. Along the way, I learned things, killed (many) things, raided like a Norseman, found treasure rare and bold. Along the way, I got old.
I regret I wasn't more helpful to some people. I wish I had been more like Item. I was a bit too consumed by crushing my enemies, seeing them driven before me, and hearing the lamentations of their women. I am proud of the many TR train LFMs I led over the years. The various raid groups I led or participated in. I'm more of a participant now; border collie work is a young man's game.
Orien was, for most of the time, a boutique server. A restaurant specializing in eclectic fare with 8 tables. Then, through a quirk of fate, it became Superserver Orien. That was fun too, but I miss the small tables. Now both will be gone, closed, existing only in memories. Our paths diverge now. Three paths to battle are before us all. Much consternation has been spent deciding where and who will go this way or that. A road diverged in a yellow wood. For some, I'll see you soon. For others, it's the long goodbye.
O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done, the ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won. Goodbye. Good night, Orien. You were the best.
I can't say Orien is the only server I've ever known. I was an avid participant in hardcore, and I fully immersed myself in those worlds for the seasons. But Orien was the only place I felt was home in this game. I learned good and bad habits on Orien. I met good players, and they went away. New players arrived, a different generation. Along the way, I learned things, killed (many) things, raided like a Norseman, found treasure rare and bold. Along the way, I got old.
I regret I wasn't more helpful to some people. I wish I had been more like Item. I was a bit too consumed by crushing my enemies, seeing them driven before me, and hearing the lamentations of their women. I am proud of the many TR train LFMs I led over the years. The various raid groups I led or participated in. I'm more of a participant now; border collie work is a young man's game.
Orien was, for most of the time, a boutique server. A restaurant specializing in eclectic fare with 8 tables. Then, through a quirk of fate, it became Superserver Orien. That was fun too, but I miss the small tables. Now both will be gone, closed, existing only in memories. Our paths diverge now. Three paths to battle are before us all. Much consternation has been spent deciding where and who will go this way or that. A road diverged in a yellow wood. For some, I'll see you soon. For others, it's the long goodbye.
O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done, the ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won. Goodbye. Good night, Orien. You were the best.