Right after Planes of Power launched my brother and I created a guild. I had just graduated college, I was listless, aimless. My brother, 6 years older than me at 27, was working across the country. Playing EQ together was how we stayed in touch, and still did things together, though we were thousands of miles apart. Our guild grew, quickly. Surprisingly so. We went from a group of game friends to one of the most successful raiding guilds on the server. For over a year, we ran the guild together as we advanced through the game. He played an ogre warrior named Montu. Montu Dragonslayer. He was our main tank. He dyed his armor a bright green, so everyone could see him and know how and where to position. The jolly green giant we'd call that character. I still remember the night Rallos Zek dropped for the first time. He had his sword. He bid on it (we used a points bid system). Nobody bid against him. He called me. He was so excited he got it. After raids, we'd all shoot the for a few hours, too keyed up on adrenalin to sleep. This was before VOIP systems. Before discord. We had chat channels, and that was about it. He always stood in the same spot when he logged out, right next to the Plane of Tranquility click in in Plane of Knowledge. Always just off to the right. I'd usually head to the bazaar to make some jewelry to sell (enchanter). I'd usually set up there. He'd often stay up chatting with us. Often he'd never log out, and his character, the ogre in the bright green armor, would stay there all night. This isn't an "I quit" message. Truth is, I quit EQ a long time ago. When WOW came out our guild died, as many did in those days. I went on to lawschool. Career. I didn't have time to ever invest in serious MMOs. I remember those times fondly, but also with great frustration. When the new progression server opened a few months ago, we chatted briefly about trying again. We rolled up some toons and gave it a go, and he was really excited to get back into it. But I just couldn't find the time. The time of my life for EQ was over. I wasn't a 21 year old kid, he wasn't a 27 year old young adult. I'm 37. Him 43. I'm a lawyer now. MMOs, especially more hardcore ones, are for the young. I'm not young anymore. He'd still play, from time to time, but nothing like before. Mostly just going back to old game haunts and amusingly soloing things that we used to raid. He'd even occasionally bring out his green armor clad ogre. We kept talking about actually really trying this new progression server out though. "Next weekend" we've been saying for a few months now. My brother died Saturday. I've been going through some correspondences of ours, reminiscing. And I found an email, from a few years back, of a google doc, with all the EQ account passwords. I didn't know if they would work, but I figured...what the hell. And I got in. I found him. Servers had merged and merged again, but I found him. That big green . Montu Dragonslayer. His armor was still green. He even kept the guild. He was at the POK bank though. Not where he used to log off. It took me a while, to get my orientation. It's been 15 years, after all. But I got him there. I found the zone to Plane of Tranquility, and put him right off the platform, to the right. Where he always stood. Where he always would log off. Everquest helped maintain a relationship with my brother in a very lonely and uncertain time in my life. Some of the fondest memories I will ever have of him were times playing the game with him. I will have no more memories made of him again. But I will have those. Of Emperor Ssra. Of Rallos Zek. Of PoV camps. Of Lucid shard hunting. Of BoT towers. Of Agnarr and Rathe and Quarm. Of that big ogre in bright green armor. Of my brother. Tonight, Montu Dragonslayer, the ogre in the bright green armor logged off in Plane of Knowledge, just to the right of the Plane of Tranquility stone. One last time. I think he would have wanted it that way.