In the aftermath of the battle Tor and Sovelis share that bottle of dwarven brandy
Boreali partakes at the loss of his love Kara.
Several of the elves at the fort are throwing a party, celebrating the end of their partially self imposed illusion.
While a group of them perform a dance, this one keeps smiling at Boreali.
“What is your name.”
“Cyithrel. And you are the Windlord, Boreali.” She favors you with another smile as she takes your hand and tries to lead you to the dancing.
Boreali remembers the soldiers in mazzikims army calling him windlord but he is intoxicated and doesn’t mourn well. He does dance drunk well.
He doesn’t know what she is talking about and may refer to her as Kara multiple times that night. But he dances and drinks and does whatever else feels good :)
(Wait first this happens while Boreali is with Cyithrel) – During the night Boreali is awoken with Cyithrel sleeping in his arms. A shadowy figure looms in the doorway eclipsing the moonlight.
Boreali tries his best to sober up and slowly move away from cyithel towards his sword. Then he lunges up and toward the figure as if to strike
A hand catches the sword and holds it steady. “Apologies, Windlord. I meant not to startle.” A deep voice speaks as the shadows resolve into Triunis. “I did not wish to disturb your coitus but I wanted to congratulate you. Defeating those devils was a necessary test, for without it the strength to defeat them you would not last against what is to come.”
Still hung over Boreali sits down on the nearest object. “How do you know my childhood nickname? I didn’t fly in the last battle. Do you know my father?”
Realizing he is still naked he thinks for a moment about covering up with something but his head hurts too much to move and decides devas aren’t easily offended by mortal flesh
Triunis stoically watches the goings on without reaction. “I know much about you Windlord. It could be said I owe you a debt twice over, though your mortal mind is not equipped to comprehend why.” His voice amplifies during this part, resounding throughout the entire keep. “For the deeds of the past I grant you and your allies all rights and benefits of my realm, sigil, city of doors. For the deeds of the present your second boon I grant you this ring of power.” [He conjures the ring I showed you all before]
And with that he opens a door in your room that was a closet but now opens into a throne room of magnificent opulence. Triunis breathes a deep sigh “It is good to go home at last.” And he walks through the door and closed it.
In the ensuing silence Cyithrel let’s out a deep breath, and then throws open the covers and loss at Boreali. “I’m going to need you to get back into bed right now.”
Hadarai joins with some of the musicians at some point up on a platform. Your vantage allows you to notice a small group of revelers are keeping themselves somewhat apart, and they look slightly different from the other elves.
Needless to say, Tor, Sovelis and il-Kash are objects of much fascination too, these elves having been in seclusion for decades at least.
(Meanwhile, somewhere else…) Ori finds herself in a lush forest, over flowing with life, colored by a sun that is definitely not of trine and everything with a sense of deep magic. Of course she recognizes the feywild. “Balls. Not here again.”
Boreali smiles at cyithrel. Trying to push thoughts of Kara and something even more deeply rooted brought out by the words of triunis. He crawls into the arms of the elf girl where he feels like the Boreali of old.
The celebrations continue for several days, with no word from Triunis. The elves throw feast after feast.
Eventually you hear the sounds of a commotion coming from the gates, and a crowd is forming.
Boreali has likely been drunk since the strange night with the girl and the triunis closet trick. He stands half buzzed and half hung over. “Hand me my bow.” He makes his way to the commotion.
Suddenly a puff of smoke belches out of the center of the crowd, who all let out a cheer. And then they part and a figure in gleaming plate runs out, golden hair streaming behind her and crashes into Boreali, lifting him off the ground in a massive hug.
A little slow to react Boreali smiles as wide as he can remember ever smiling. “ashryn! Is that really you?” He embraces her back.
She let’s out a laugh “Boreali it is you! I heard you were dead!”
As you separate she looks around. “Where are the others? Are they with you?”
“We are just kind of waiting here… For what I don’t know. I have… Boreali looks down in some amount of shame (as ashryn is Boreali’s true litmus of right and wrong on his life)… Been drunk for a long time. "
She laughs again and gives you another hug “You fool. I’ve heard abbot what you’ve all been up to. And just look around us! If anyone deserves a few drinks I think it’s you.” She leans in and whispers “I could use one myself.”
Before you cab react a blur of flapping wings and scales lands on Borealis head and begins keening. A puff of smoke belches out, warm air covering you.
Boreali freezes and looks into ashryns eyes to assess the situation. He tenses into sobriety. “What just landed on my head?”
“Ah. Yes. Let me introduce Io.” She holds out her arm and a baby dragon clad in a shimmering mix of chromatic and metallic scales like nothing you’ve ever seen leaps from your head and perches on her arm, quickly climbing to her head as she momentarily staggers under the force.
“Gods above he grows so fast. Io, this is Boreali. A dear friend. Friend!” He sniffs the air in your direction and let’s out a small growl before flapping clumsily back into the air.
“You have a pet dragon! I have so many questions for you.”
“And I’ll answer them all” she goes with you to find the others and tells you all about her journey with kara and being given the egg from venic and orome escorting her back here to her homeland.
At the mention of Kara’s name Boreali gets stern again. “She has left me…uh… us for good this time?”
“I have not heard from her since she left to return to numoth. When we arrived, orome and I managed to make it to the council of vailin, and there I took up a massive dragon scale they called Scaliburn. They seemed shocked that it did not harm me, and as I held it the box fell to the ground and broke open, the egg inside hatched and he came out.” She nods to iodrax as he flaps by. “They named me princess of vailin and want me to remain as their Queen.”
Boreali reels himself back in a bit and have smiles. “Can’t really turn that down can you?”
“It would take a very good reason.” She says softly
Boreali pauses and thinks back to their past… pauses… then thinks better of it. “You will make an excellent queen.” Then he embraces her and gives her a big kiss. “As long as you don’t forget about us.” He smiles at her and lets the embrace go loose.
She smiles somewhat sadly
(Both of them could tell that this was a good bye kiss. He loves her, yes, but not like he did Kara. Boreali’s love extends beyond eros to Ashryn. He kissed her partly to say good bye, partly to let her know that he will always love her, and partly because he knows it will drive her crazy.)
“Know that all of you well forever be welcome and have friends and allies in vailin. I intend to join Alexander’s coalition as well.”
“I had a dream that i could tell was sent from Bahamut himself. He said you each have a role to play yet and that there are more to join you, and that a door will open. Whatever that means. But for right now? We drink!” She wants to catch up with each of you. Even il-Kash!
“Then let us continue the festivities!” And for the first time since they arrived Boreali is not trying to drown out his feelings.