Libertore sighed, his heart heavy as he stared at the town post for what seemed like an eternity. The soft drizzle pattered against the ground and on his white robes, barely dampening his garbs. In his right hand was a paper parchment. Liberatore then placed the parchment onto the post, and jabbed a knife through it in order to keep it on the wooden post. He placed his hand onto the paper, looked down at the floor in sadness, and then turned completely around, only to walk down the path out of Jastery.
The parchment reads as follows:
People of Jastery...It has been a long run in this crazy town. I have fought beside many of you in battle, some I have fought against. It saddens me greatly to say that I must leave the town of Jastery. As to why, I am afraid I cannot tell you. My close allies...I will try to keep in contact with you. To whom this may concern, do not come after me. I will be long gone by the time you read this.
Arrividerci.
-Liberatore Imparato da Valore.
Rivens walks up to the wooden post, pulls out one of the daggers, and coughs up a small amount of blood from the effort. He takes the dagger, and runs the length of the blade across his tongue as he reads the parchment.
He coughs out a few words "combatteremo ancora, amico".
Will all his effort, he stabs the dagger back into the post, and coughs some more, grabbing at his side as he does so. He then clamly walks away, staggering a bit as he walks.
Riven's hears a kind voice calling after him from a distance:
"Rivens! Please! Let me heal you!" he hears the lady scream after him.
Little does she know that his time has already passed, and he is staggering away with the last of his effort [stabilize] so that he can die in the woods so as not to be a burden to those around him.
He reaches the distance of the woods, and looks back at Jastery for one moment, trying to decide if he shall attempt to carry on, or allow his brother to take on his savage dynasty.
A wry chuckle comes from the shadows around Rivens, yet nothing could be seen. Then the Uordeq accent echos forth to slip into his ears. "You look almost as good as ze corspses that so often provide me company. Infact you damn well look almost like the one I was prying appart this morning." The warlock chuckled, seeming to form from the very ground itself around Rivens to materialize infront of him (earthmeld). "Are you feeling alright?" She asked darkly, dangerous red eyes looming at him with some glint of malace at nothing in particular twisted into her slim-lipped smirk.
Apparently some time after the message was posted, Chataya noticed it. As she read it, she became noticeably sad. She looked around, hoping that the poster might still be in the area, but when she saw he wasn't, she turned back to the message. She stood there, contemplative, sad that another one of her friends and allies was gone from the town.