Dishonored

With eyes downcast she says,

"I lay before you my claw and mace, for I cannot wield them against my foes any longer. I lay before you my shield and helm, for I cannot raise them proudly any longer. I take off the armor crafted by the hands of those I had hoped would call me friends, for they do not call me so any longer. I lay aside the colors of those who I sought to become one of, for I am unable to wear them without sullying them any longer."

She turns away, bare but for her simple coarse shirt and wrap, the wind blowing against dark purple skin and through blue-black hair.

"I go now because I cannot be here any longer. I go to seek redemption or destruction at the hands of the elements I serve. They are my judges, they are my executioners. May they forgive me, or destroy me, as my sins are deserving."

And with that she leaves, hooves leaving little mark on the well traveled road away from Shattrath, headed into the wilds. Behind her her armor sits in a pile, her tabard of red and gold fluttering weakly in the wind.