The funeral procession for a dear friend...

[Philip Locke]

...begins here, in Volsaarn.Pay your respects to a brave little kiwi. Now it's time to kick out the jams, motherfucker!

[Zirandorthel]

I sympathise, Volak. Horkaelus was a good, loyal and true friend, and stayed with you during the recovery years, as we all know. May his soul find rest with the Great Flightless Bird in the skies.. Sun Bless, Earth KeepZirandorthel I of TreesiaThe Golden DarknessNiirus Tinenetuwar, Tivitha e'TarasGrand Duke of Lac Glacei

[Philip Locke]

He was something else, that's for sure.I just pray that HICKTOP's Donald is a bit better off than poor Horkaelus. Now it's time to kick out the jams, motherfucker!

[Scott Alexander]

Elegy for HorkaelusAh, never more upon the cloudburst's edge,Shalt thou convey thy sighing Volsaarn friend,Inseparable, yet death hath placed a wedgeIn comradeship no mortal ill could rendAlas! No more thy hours shalt thou spendSoaring beneath Apollo's ruddy glowListening to speech thou couldst not comprehendOf wars, and strikes, and nations' overthrowDefying human laws and bird biology -Thou hast declined to Earth, yet soared into mythology!

[Philip Locke]

Thankee. May the spirit of Horkaelus smile upon you. Now it's time to kick out the jams, motherfucker!