I have been here, and I foretold this dark day. The fires of mordor darken the sky. Fell things lurk beneath the moon. Who shall stand against them?

You have Clarent's sword. But I'm gonna need a response from one of the bleeding new GMs if I'm gonna join this here quest, yahear?

And fine, I'll write the eulogy. Ahem.

[i]It's always sad when God calls a child home. But in the case of Transience here, I'm not so sad. Nice guy, smoked too much, whatever. So to Transience - nice knowing you, see you later.[/i]