There is nothing left to keep me here... In this accursed city, I no longer have a place, I no longer have a cause, I no longer have a will to spend another day. I do not belong here. I am not wanted here. So be it... I shall leave it all behind, friends, enemies, wealth, fame, fortune... I shall leave, as I came, unanounced, unwelcomed, in a silent, peaceful night, taking with me nothing more than my actions, my thoughts, my concequences... No more blood shall be spilt from my hands inside these walls, within these buildings. This is my choice, this is my gift to this place, to these people. Let them kill eachother, let them rot in their useless little lives, let them suffer their masters' oppression. I no longer care.
I will start anew, from nothing, from noone... Where the end to my journey lies, I know not. I head north, and let the road take me wherever it wishes to. I wish to believe that, one day, I shall find a peaceful place, and there, I shall make a new beginning... I know what I am, and I know that I cannot escape my past. I only wish for a brighter tomorrow. I will struggle, as I have always done. My life, yet ruined and forsaken, is in my hands only, and I would rather die than sit in apathy, counting my days as they flee. I have fallen low... Yet I will find a way to crawl out of this pit, I will find a way to forge a solid future. Or I will die trying.
There are no farewells that need to be spoken, no parting words with anyone. For who will care? My whole life was a struggle to kill, to take others' lives... Who will shed a tear at the killer's departure? Who will be sorrowed at the prospect of a peaceful dawn? None that I know of. Even my few associates are tired of this endless bloodshed, this fight that has no victory. It all ends tonight. And, as my parting gift, as my last offer to the people of this city, I leave them everything I own. What wealth I have gathered, what mansions I have claimed... Let those who never had a roof over their heads have one. And should someone slay them to steal it away, that is not something I care about. I have done my business here, and it is time I changed my hunting grounds, my playground...
There is nothing else for me to write, no more words of anger, rage, sorrow, or sadness. My past is not worthy of recording. I bid you farewell, beautiful Pelargir. Let your sky be clear of black birds.
[Originally written by the player of Crow (Derakoth)]
