The Eulogy for Pog

I want to start this with a story...A story filled with darkness, despair and hurt...One where the very light inside us is consumed by the essence of a gods rage. Lost upon a sea of madness befixed by the very beauty of suffering. What would you do?
 
He fought...He fought for all of us, he fought every battle, every challenge, every trial and test. He fought until his last breath...when we reached for that last whisper of life, begging it to come back...he could fight no more
 
It's hard to turn the page when you know someone won't be in the next chapter. The manuscript of life has a funny way to ensure we cannot cheat, we cannot read the end before the beginning we must push forward, every word our legacy, the story evertelling.
 
Pog will be remembered by most as a fighter, a conquer of the arena, a destroyer of devils and a hero of the city of Ashbourne but I beg you remember him as an artist, a crafter and blacksmith to a forgotten world. The anvil of new life begins at the first sound of connection.
 
Let the blacksmiths of Ashbourne hammer at his name, may the painters line their canvas with the colors of a thousand memories, may the brawlers live to fight for Pog the Undefeated. May his memories never be forgotten
 
We are broken, scattered, torn but during our darkest times standing together is our strength. Our chains never rattled by the fear of the darkness. For the drums of Valire will never sound if we stand together. For the battlecry of the suffering will never be heard if we fight as one. For even the lost souls of the broken, will let light shine through. So in Pogs name we drink, we fight...we create