Characters: Dante (Shane), Sean (Shane)
Setting: Along the outside wall of Ribcage in the Outlands
Dante had done it. He was done. He sat down outside Ribcage in the Outlands and began to write. Over time he had discovered that his treatment was really no different than that of his brother. He had often read the complaints and humiliating stories that his brother had sent home to him. Anyone else would have busted out laughing, but Dante and Sean were close. He took the stories to heart and tried to apply them to not make the same mistakes with his brother's old party. But things had gone too far. He looked back on his life with his fellow adventurers, who he thought were his friends and realized they weren't even close to what he would call friends. Put simply, his treatment was close to, if not the exact same, as that of his brother. He was mad, but more than that, Dante wanted to be home again. His mind drifted to an old memory of when he was merely 83 sitting on the floor fiddling with Sean's short sword listening as his older brother told his parents of his final day of training.
Dante's eyes began to well up. He wanted to be back home with his parents. He wanted to be back home with Sean.
"I'm sorry, my brother," he said softly as he folded the note. He shook his head as he twisted his wrist pulling the hidden dagger from his gauntlet for the last time...
To whomever finds this note,
I am Dante Xavier, a ranger of the 6th season and brother to Sean Xavier, Fallen Paladin of Pelor. The reason I am writing his is because when I am done, I intend to end my suffering. Looking back, the list I have led is far from what I wish it to be. If I had my way, the dead elf before you would actually be sitting in a fort somewhere, defending the Elven lands from the orcs with his nimble wrist and steady aim. However, as you can see, it hasn't turned out that way. The truth is, I just want to go home. I want to be with my parents and my brother again. Seeing as this doesn't appear to be possible, I have chosen the next best option. All I ask of the person reading this note is to bury my body. I have lived a long life, and while I had a while to go yet, I believe... well, I don't know what to believe anymore.
I give the finder of this note ownership to my weapons and eqiupment, but leave me to my clothes. I prefer to be buried with at least some dignity...
I'm sorry, Sean.
Dante Xavier