So, thanks to EJ, I decided to try to get my old account back. And much to my surprise, it worked!
And even more to my surprise, my characters, gold and things are all still there (meaning that 6 years ago, I only lost my master account, and my game account was safe).
So that's the good news.
The less good part is that my last acts when I left for Daddy-hood (not much different than piracy, the crew just drinks a different grog, still don't listen to their captain, and when Daddy gets PKed, it really hurts) was trying different templates and suit combinations for my power-gaming side.
The immediate effect is that Aneirin has no armor (It's stuck in an inaccessible bank box) and my necro-mage has no necromancy (Another one of my characters stole it).
No matter, as an archer, Endless Journey isn't that great, so Aneirin is now pure role-play. This means that the no-armor problem has been solved by his situation (aka, why he has been gone for 6 years).
Now the fun part. My crew (Aneirin, Farsight and the rest) need a crew.
And they need a place to lay their weary heads.
And rum, lots of rum.
And even more to my surprise, my characters, gold and things are all still there (meaning that 6 years ago, I only lost my master account, and my game account was safe).
So that's the good news.
The less good part is that my last acts when I left for Daddy-hood (not much different than piracy, the crew just drinks a different grog, still don't listen to their captain, and when Daddy gets PKed, it really hurts) was trying different templates and suit combinations for my power-gaming side.
The immediate effect is that Aneirin has no armor (It's stuck in an inaccessible bank box) and my necro-mage has no necromancy (Another one of my characters stole it).
No matter, as an archer, Endless Journey isn't that great, so Aneirin is now pure role-play. This means that the no-armor problem has been solved by his situation (aka, why he has been gone for 6 years).
Now the fun part. My crew (Aneirin, Farsight and the rest) need a crew.
And they need a place to lay their weary heads.
And rum, lots of rum.