With a Heavy Heart [Formal Resign]

[ChainedDragons 1374]

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[Edit made 12/18/2025] The following was sent out shortly after the first letter; AMENDMENT:  So after speaking with Ser Arthur, I have decided to stay in Idunia instead. Things are complicated so I apologize for the disruption to your lives. - Bron

 

 

Where does one even begin with such a heavy way to say goodbye? I have been given so much, been through so much, fought for so much, all in the name of Idunia and her vassal Tir'glas. This wondrous nation has been calling to me since I was six. And even against my better judgement I somehow found myself returning again and again to her gates. What makes Idunia great is her people. They are complex. They are loving. They understand. Even if there are those among us with more stern kernels in their hearts, those with more tenderness to them outnumber them by a mile. Dear Idunia, I leave not out of hatred or malice. I leave because I need to fulfill my life while I still have breath. Whatever higher power that permits me to breath each day and guards my back at night, I hope that one day I can return again and live among you all. But I know consequences for leaving will follow... I will answer for them. One day. 
I will live first.

When death comes knocking, I will go with him.

Stay strong. Stay smiling. Keep showing love to those who need it, for that is what makes Idunia the greatest nation in our world. Goodbye Idunia. May we meet again in more peaceful days.

- The Devil of Idunia; Bronadron Callaghan, formally, Nickolai Karl Weiss. 
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The letters below are private and are for those addressed to them; do not meta; the message above is public

To Ser Elise Callaghan; 

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I am sorry I couldn't protect all of us. I tried so hard and found myself stretched thin. I hope what little good I did for the family was enough. I can't thank you enough for the love, the family, and the ideals you provided me throughout my life. I love you mom.

 

To Mereid Callaghan;

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I know how cruel it is of me to leave.. right now. At this moment. Perhaps by me leaving I will find what I've been looking for and the death that follows me will leave you in peace. You and Morwen were the best thing to happen to me in my youth. I learned so much through you two.. there are some things I wish I had learned sooner. I'm sorry I wasn't the best big brother. I love you little sis.

 

To Ilmarion Callaghan;

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Ilmarion
We have butted heads. I have shown jealousy over the ease of your life. And for that I am sorry little brother. Life will keep knocking you down.. just keep getting back up for me. Love your older brother. 

 

To their highness's Sascha and Bohdan; 

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To my dear friend Bohdan, thank you for your comradery and your support. I know you will lead tirglas to greatness. And maybe.. one day I can make up my sin of leaving in this way to serve you and Sascha again. Long live Tir'glas.
 

To Sascha, thank you for your kindness and understanding through the years. I am sorry that I am leaving before serving you properly. But I have to make my own path now and I can't do that remaining here.. as much as it hurts me to say. Long live Tir'glas - Your commission is with in my shop and all within the building is for Tir'glas to utilize for the war as you see fit. Ea do..entrust my scrowls, Frost and Wynne under your care. Frost is more spicy whilst Wynne is shy. Do take care of them. They are loyal, they will love you for existing. 

 

To Saafiya and Ser Llywen;

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To those who inspired me from the moment I laid eyes on them: I cannot express the gratitude and appreciation I have for the pair of you. You stood for me in my darkest hours on pain of punishment, you've always stood with me. Despite what I am. I will never forget that. There is hope for my kind to do good so long as people have the love in their hearts as you do to give. Forgive me for leaving like this. I know this likely shatters what trust I've forged between us. Long Live Tir'glas. What ever punishment follows my leaving, I will meet it should it find me. 

 

To Ser Boromir;

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To one of the first to greet me within Idunia before we came to Azuras. I thank you for giving me the kindlings of confidence to stand tall and to serve those less fortunate than myself. Yes I have suffered. But so do all. It is for us to decide if we help ease that suffering. I thank you for that lesson and for the care you gave me. 

 

To Ser Arthur;

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You have healed me many times. Of heart and mind. For some of your advice I wish I understood it sooner. Thank you for everything you taught me whilst I was a ranger. I hope we can see each other again. 

 

To Admiral Maeril;

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Thank you for never letting my music die. Perhaps now I can pick back up on my studies... Thank you Maeril. You were very much an aunt I never had and knew the right thing to say when needed. 

 

To Ser Valanor;

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I know I likely caused you irritation at times. But thank you for being stern, as it helped shape me into a better soldier. Keep Idunia safe. I hope we do not have to cross swords one day. Ave Idunia.

 

To the Tar;

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My tar, thank you for letting me grace your beautiful kingdom for as long as I have.. I hope one day I will be able to return.. but I know that will mean facing consequences for leaving as I am. I will accept such when the time comes. Long may you reign, Ave Idunia.

 

Edited December 29, 2025 by ChainedDragons

[Xayshi 49]

Ser Boromir untied the letter from the bird's leg, unrolling it to give it a read. 

There was a quiet tightening in his chest at "kindlings of confidence." 

Not pride -- discomfort. He never liked the idea that he had shaped people, only that he stood nearby when they needed someone steady. 

He lingered on "Yes I have suffered. But so do all." 

That, he'd accept. And when he first said it, he wasn't sure Nickolai had heard him or understood. He was happy to know in the end, he had. 

 

For a moment he simply stared at the page, jaw set, thinking of all the times he hadn't acted -- the times he'd failed to ease suffering when it was within his power. The letter didn't feel as much like praise as it did a reminder.
 

But he was grateful for it. He folded the letter carefully and tucked it within his belt to keep. Not as proof of who he was, but as a reminder of who he was supposed to be. 

 

"Flame guide, Nickolai." He muttered to himself as he sent the bird off and went back to his duties, his heart feeling heavier.

 

Edited December 28, 2025 by Xayshi

[jihsoo 746]

3 hours ago, ChainedDragons said:

To those who inspired me from the moment I laid eyes on them: I cannot express the gratitude and appreciation I have for the pair of you. You stood for me in my darkest hours on pain of punishment, you've always stood with me. Despite what I am. I will never forget that. There is hope for my kind to do good so long as people have the love in their hearts as you do to give. Forgive me for leaving like this. I know this likely shatters what trust I've forged between us. Long Live Tir'glas. What ever punishment follows my leaving, I will meet it should it find me. 

 

 

"Punishment?" The Princess of Tir-Glas bade as she scanned the letter a few times, cloudy blue hues of steel had thus shifted into those of a bittersweetness. Storing the letter away, she peered through the windows of Formindon, a soft murmur on wind, "Not ei single thing has changed Bronadron. Trust vill nicht waver. Neither vill bonds. Only, that ich pray light guides dur path. Wherever it may be." 

 

"Light guide du, Bronadron Callaghan. Du vill always be welcomed home here."

[JediMaestro 240]

Solveig sat next to Bron, watching him silently as he wrote his letters. A silent war raged within her; grief, relief, guilt, despair, and hope, all surged within her like waves. This day had been exhausting beyond words.

 

Grief: Morwen's death had been so sudden, harsh, final. It echoed with the ones she had lost before . . . magnified the grief of that despite the years since she had lost her family. Solveig had thought she might die on the spot from grief when Morwen's body had toppled. In that moment, it seemed to her that the only reason she had been allowed to find new family was so that it too could be taken from her, and she had wished, just for a moment, to die and be spared any further pain. But that mad desire had ebbed, and now that same old grief, a constant companion of her youth, returned to dog her steps. It could never be away from her for long, it seemed.

 

Relief: As Solveig's eyes lingered on the face she had come to love so, his expression so concentrated and determined, she once again felt immense relief at how the day had gone. She had resigned herself to being torn from him, forced to live as but one half of a person apart from the one she loved beyond life itself. And yet, at her moment of greatest despair when all seemed lost, he had relented, almost despite himself. Both of them, she felt, had come to realize how dependent they were on each other. They were indeed two halves of a whole, and seeing her love here now by her side, where she had been sure only hours ago that she would now be alone again . . . it was relief far beyond what she could ever express.

 

Guilt: She had put her foot down, and for good reason. She could not have lived with herself had she not put forward the ultimatum. And yet guilt, unreasonable as it is, still gnawed at her, told her that Bron had destroyed his own life because of her and that she had abandoned the Callaghans. She fought these feelings at every turn, fought for her own self-worth, told herself that she and Bron would look back on this day with gladness . . . but for now the guilt ate at her without cease.

 

Despair: Idunia had not hesitated a moment in killing one of their own. Solveig was consumed with dread at the thought of what they might do to Bron. They all respect him now . . . but it was clear they would instantly turn on one of their own without pity or remorse. Solveig was not a religious woman, had had that privilege stripped from her when tragedy struck early in life. But she hoped with all of her strength that, just once in their lives together, they might actually hit a bit of luck.

 

Hope: Solveig's eyes shifted from where Bron sat bent in writing down to her own hand. Brass freshly glittered on one finger where before it had been bare, and that in itself still dizzied Solveig with intense joy just to think about. They were to be married . . . truly and finally. At last, they would have the chance to build a family, a home, a life together in all senses of the word. Of all the many emotions that spun through Sovleig's head, hope was by far the worst. Grief, guilt, and despair were old friends, ones she had weathered before and thought she might wither again or at least die trying. But hope - hope was new to her, and she could not bear the thought of it being dashed.

 

Solveig leaned into Bron and closed her eyes. If only just once, just for now, just in this single moment, they were at peace together, with the hope of a future together glimmering on the horizon. Solveig swore to herself that she would etch every single second of this time in her memory and savor it for as long as she lived . . . 

[Wolfy-D 466]

Grimm smiles as he reads the missive, signing "good luck old friend"

[Aimy_lol 429]

The only thing that Mereid could do was to wish her brother and his partner a safe travel to their new home. Standing within the walls, it felt like a foreign place. How could you call something home when your loved ones are not near? How can you be in a world that you grew up in yet still feel like a stranger? Lingering questions remained in her thoughts, but only for a short while before the bandits got to her.

Edited January 11 by Aimy_lol

[ChainedDragons 1374]

4 minutes ago, Wolfy-D said:

Grimm smiles as he reads the missive, signing "good luck old friend"

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******* Grimm my boi imma miss him

 

[Wolfy-D 466]

2 minutes ago, ChainedDragons said:

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******* Grimm my boi imma miss him

 

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You ain't missin much, Grimm quietly stepped down from the guard well over a week ago to do pretty much the exact same thing bron is as well as some other personal things.

 

[VoidDimensions 280]

Angruth noticed the lack of the guard, Bronadron not being around, his shop vacant, and the walls around Tir-glas being less jolly
He knelt, praying that the Omen that once served under him would not fall to darkness and would be well on his travels

[Marthia 273]

The day was bleak. Decisions were made, justly made, but weighed heavily on her.

Sorrow.
Rage.
All a consequence of betrayal.

The missive found its way to Sascha's desk. Scanning eyes only solidified the existing sentiment. Another friend gone. She hoped, now, that he would return swiftly.
 

Edited December 28, 2025 by Marthia

[KidKrinkles 2043]

It was the burden of Tir Glas to raise good men,

 

... and too suffer their absence.

 

The man's thumb continued to brush a letter, silently, and the birds would chirp for a piece of his mind, and attention, in time.

[Two2the 365]

 

[SethWolf 2340]

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Somewhere deep below existence itself, rested a terrible thing from ages past. 

All around it were the screams of the souls ensnared by its foul machinations. Each continually burnt with sickly prussic flame that bore no warmth of light against the blackness of its terrible throne of metal and flesh.

 

It held that hallowed parchment between two long claws. It read that name over, and over again.

 

Nickolai Karl Weiss.

Nickolai Karl Weiss.

Nickolai Karl Weiss.

 

That name rang out in its mind's eye like rusty nails against a board of chalk. Two large saurian eyes scanned the parchment again, and again until the paper began to combust in its grip and sunder itself to ash. The thing's great hand curled into a fist.

 

By what right did this Weiss continue to exist outside of this creature's shadow?

By what right did it still claim sovreignity over its own destiny?

 

The creature known now only as Kroza'kiiz rose from that seat of sin, and made its way down a path of twisted, burning souls. For days, it walked to the edge of its domain past endless marshes of black-tar swamps, burning pits of blue hellfire, and acrossed the infinite expanse of bare black ash that made up the soil of this wretched place at the very bottom of Moz'strimoza.

 

 

It now stood before an altar of oily black stone, a structure that resembled two branches of twisted roots that would form a gate. There, it lofted a scaled hand. Upon silent command, a whirling portal of hellfire tore itself into existence. A small pinprick in the fabric of the Realms. On the other side: the green, vast expanse of Azuras.

 

Nickolai would come to find that it would not be death that came knocking for him, but something far worse.

Eternity.

 

It stepped inside. 

 

The hunt was on.

 

 

 

 

 

[The Vulgate Cycle 577]

"Is he crazy?!" The Lord of the Marsyrs wrote frantically. 

[Cally 1080]

Admiral Maerîl, mother of the Rourkes frowned as her letter came and she began to investigate just exactly why her dear student Nickolai had found now a good time to leave, of all the other times he was doubted. 

 

Eyes, first landed on the Priest of Wick.