It is with a heavy heart, and a stomach of the drink I write this. Only in but a day's time before, the pleasantly plump friend to all, Gregorio Baurov, fell to a swarm of the mysterious and dangerous things that plague our darkness. Not just any swarm, but a swarm of strange colors to his backside, goblins, and fickle lights with no concern for manners, that Gregorio made mandatory in his presentable figure, in the slightest.

Though I stray away from the point, it is no secret to any, that the massive and pudgy, but well-kept and agile Gregorio has left the material plane, making the hollow darkness below, just that much darker, without his jolly tales to enlighten our day. His pleasantness was held in every piece of his body, and with his enormous size, it is no secret to any that Gregorio was as pleasant as the craziest giant kraken of the depths is insane.

Let all who called Gregorio friend meet, at the Seeker's Hall in two days time, to remember what he brought to our lives. I do not actually have his body for the funeral, as it was rather naked and heavy upon our arrival to him, and I am probably sure he did not want me to touch it. Still, his memory lives on, and let us recall what brightness he brought over drinks. If we drink enough, maybe we can reasonably pretend that he is still here. We will also decorate with abjurer's nightshade.

- Seeker Fargus Crestrider

(( AUG 1ST 8:00 PM MST ))