Battle’s End


It seems impossible to believe that we’re weeks away from a new expansion and yet I’m here to write a news post that no Guild Master should ever have to write. Last night at 9:06pm EDT I received a discord message. It was three simple sentences but those sentences stopped me in my tracks. They read as follows.

“I got some bad news”
“My dad has passed”
“From his son”

I went cold, paused the Presidential debate on YouTube, and immediately called a phone number that I’d traded shit talk and dark memes with for years, but there was no answer. I was being fucked with was the thought going through my mind. Why wouldn’t I be, this was exactly the kind of prank he’d pull on me, especially after throwing his phone number on the casual encounters section of Craigslist asking for dick photos.  I took to Facebook expecting to see a big fuck you and that’s the moment I realized this was real.

On Monday September 28th 2020, Richard Griffiths aka Battle / Beaver / ATV, had passed away of a massive heart attack in Myrtle Beach South Carolina.  Richard left behind a wife (Angie) of 21 years, three daughters, Erica, Alex, and Paige, and a son, Corey.  Rich also left behind an emptiness in the heart of everyone he’d touched here in Iron Knights over his many years with us.  His closest friends in the guild were myself, Keilanaa, Amira, Dayar, Punt, Kainslayer, and Enigmatical.

Rich was a veteran of the United States Army and the United States Marine Corps where he had spent time as a Military Police Officer and a K9 handler.  Richard had spent time as a prison guard after his honorable discharge and was currently a business owner and an NRA instructor.  He loved playing World of Warcraft, Diablo 3, he was a firearm enthusiast, and enjoyed riding motorcycles.

Richard / ATV joined Iron Knights on August 18th of 2010 and after myself was the oldest and longest standing active raiding member of the guild. Rich was fiercely loyal to the guild, to his friends, and had become a pillar of of this guild’s community over his tenure.  Rich’s antics in the guild were legendary, often times gaining him the ire of people that he would later call his friend. Rich was often the first person to offer help to anyone that asked, he was always the first to jump to the defense of someone he called a friend, and he was not afraid to attack like a bulldog when he felt the situation warranted such a response.

Rich was a loyal husband, a doting father, and a beloved friend.  He was lewd, he was abrasive, and most of the time his shock value comments were completely uncouth, but he had a way about him that worked him into your heart.  Rich always had something to say to make you laugh, no matter how down you were.  I wish he had something to say right now.

I’d like to invite everyone to join me tonight at 9:00pm EST on Discord as we celebrate the life of Richard Griffiths.  Bring a drink, because he’d call you a pussy if you didn’t have one, and come share your personal memories of ATV with everyone. There’s no place he’d rather be than having a cold one with his friends.

Last night I had a dream. I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonged to me, the other to the Lord.

After the last scene of my life flashed before me, I looked back at the footprints in the sand. I noticed that at many times along the path of my life, especially at the very lowest and saddest times, there was only one set of footprints.

This really troubled me, so I asked the Lord about it. “Lord, you said once I decided to follow you, You’d walk with me all the way. But I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of my life, there was only one set of footprints. I don’t understand why, when I needed You the most, You would leave me.”

The Lord replied, “My son, my precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of suffering, when you could see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.”

Richard Griffiths

July 17th, 1968 – September 28th, 2020