It was a good ceremony, as was to be expected from the Entertainer. Tears were shed by old friends that remember Proglin, as jolly as he was.
It was Einnol that found his brother in his home. A while ago Proglin fled to the safety of his house to start working on a brand new tournament. The pages he intended to fill were only half done. Proglin's head on his last half finished work, he died of old age and sheer tiredness.
Now time had come to dispatch of Proglins body and throw him in the burial well on the road towards Ojaveda. Farewell Proglin, may you finally get your well earned rest.
[Most people that take the time to write a farewell thread tend to stay. I'm not going to stay. We had fun guys and girls
thanks to those that deserve it. So... bye to all from Proglin the Entertainer, former GM Yill and those that knew me as a person]