To the Company of the East Road,
By the time you read this, I will be long gone—and not a single one of you should bother looking.
I leave behind no legacy, no fond farewells, and no apologies. Everything that bore my name within your halls—every record, every trace of my presence—has been reduced to ash. Whatever I was to you, it no longer matters. I’ve cut the ties, and you are nothing to me now.
I leave the remains of this sinking Company to Raspberrien. Not because she’s capable—but because she’s the only one foolish enough to believe it still matters. Let her wear the crown of thorns, let her smile while the rot sets in. I care nothing for what she makes of it.
To the rest of you that pissed me off the most recently.
Alairif , so eager to please, clinging to purpose like a child afraid of the dark—what will you do when the light goes out?
Guriwen – All heart, no spine. You wore your emotions like armor and wondered why the world kept cutting through.
To all other members. You were never kin. Just faces I tolerated.
Spare me the mourning. Spare me the speeches. I am no longer part of your story—and I assure you, none of you were ever part of mine.
Let this be the final trace: my words, sharp and true. No forgiveness. No redemption. Just the end.
PS: Thank you Naridalis for making me think deeply for what and whom I am. Because of that I decided to not longer hide and go back to my roots and be who I always were to be.
(Signature is visible at the bottom of the letter)
Deorla Shadowflame - Herald of the Unseen War.
