The portal opens beside the black mirror, and Past Delfarius and Future Delfarius step into the crimson ring. Delfarius still grips Vaelith’s wrist, while Nara remains in Karak'Grom for her celebrations.
Delfarius
This one was a truthful Astral elf who pleaded with her life, so I did not destroy her when I found they used our heart to steady themselves, and apparently us as well.
Delfarius throws his arms up in disgust. The mirror’s route to Cael Veyr glimmers behind him, its ninth folded sky opening toward pale towers.
Past Delfarius
Start with the heart. How did the Astral elves use it to steady themselves, and what exactly does “us” include?
Future Delfarius
And Vaelith, answer plainly. Does Cael Veyr hold records naming whoever ordered our preservation, or merely records of the act?
Vaelith
They made the shared heart a living anchor. Its pulse steadied their observatory, stabilized their roads, and preserved the pattern of every Delfarius they could reach.
Vaelith
The central pattern-vault should contain the order-name, the binding terms, and the first command to preserve you. But the vault is guarded, and its records may recognize your arrival.
“I look to Past Delfarius. "The heart of Void we hid there to safeguard us incase any of the other fucking architects of the old schemes had found a way to finally unmake us fully. The heart that we created to prevent that. I swear that is the only reason Solan was such a failure." I groan disgusted and pace a bit.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Reasoning, rolled +1)
Delfarius
The heart of Void we hid there safeguarded us in case any architect of the old schemes found a way to unmake us fully. The heart we created prevented that. I swear that is the only reason Solan was such a failure.
Delfarius groans in disgust and paces before the black mirror, still holding Vaelith’s wrist. The ninth folded sky flickers across the glass.
Past Delfarius
Then Solan was never meant to be a successor. He was a vessel shaped around the heart’s safeguard, and the preservation scheme mistook protection for obedience.
Future Delfarius
That explains the instability. The heart preserved our pattern, but Solan could not contain its refusal to be owned. His failure was the safeguard working against their design.
Vaelith
The Astral records called Solan an imperfect anchor. They never understood that the heart rejected every command that threatened the freedom of the pattern it protected.
The black mirror answers with a deep pulse. Within its reflection, a hidden sigil separates from Solan’s recorded likeness and settles beneath the image of the Void heart.
Past Delfarius
So the heart did not fail us. It exposed the failure of anyone who tried to turn our safeguard into a leash.
“I push Vaelith in between all three of us. "Solan." I groan with more disgust. "Solan needed to fracture himself to try to hold a flickering candle to our might. We know this. That is not the fucking point." I shake my head. "These astral fucks were trying to use our heart. I already told them to expect to not exist." I growl shadow and void rolling up from me as my anger rises. "But I need, we need to know why they wanted to know of all the well all of us. Why they wanted to preserve the pattern of every one of us they could reach."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Intimidation, rolled +3)
Delfarius pushes Vaelith between the three selves. She stumbles into the crimson ring as shadow and void roll upward around him, darkening the mirror’s reflected skies.
Delfarius
Solan. Solan needed to fracture himself to try to hold a flickering candle to our might. We know this. That is not the fucking point.
Delfarius
These astral fucks were trying to use our heart. I already told them to expect to not exist. But I need, we need to know why they wanted to know of all of us, why they wanted to preserve the pattern of every one of us they could reach.
Vaelith
Because one Delfarius could be destroyed, deceived, or redirected. Every reachable pattern formed a living concordance. Together, you were a map to the Architect’s continuity, and the heart let them compare each version until they found a way to predict which choices endured.
Vaelith
They called it preservation, but their true purpose was selection. They intended to identify the most stable Delfarius, erase the others through controlled convergence, and make that surviving pattern their permanent key to creation.
The black mirror splits into countless reflections, each showing a different Delfarius before the images burn away. Beneath Cael Veyr, a hidden vault door opens, revealing the order-name and binding terms.
Future Delfarius
There is our answer, and an invitation. They did not merely study us. They built a method to choose which of us would remain.
✓ Quest Accepted
Confront the Astral watchers
“All three of us walk up deathly slowly toward Vaelith, our eyes narrowed, our frowns growing and void and shadow leaking from all three selves. They wanted to use us all like a fucking test tube subject. Just like fucking Asterion did long ago. We all start to growl at Vaelith. She looks up at all all and pleads for mercy for herself and swears to help us find the answers we need.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Intimidation, rolled +1)
Delfarius, Past Delfarius, and Future Delfarius advance deathly slowly in perfect formation. Their faces are identical, black eyes narrowed beneath sharpening frowns, every step deliberate.
Shadow and Void leak from all three forms, streaming from their eyes and shoulders before lashing outward like hungry, gnashing wolves. The crimson ring darkens beneath them.
Their shared growl rolls through the chamber. The mirror shudders, and the revealed pattern-vault flickers with records of Astral hands treating every reachable self as an experimental subject.
Vaelith looks from one identical black-eyed face to the next. The comparison to Asterion’s ancient violation settles over her, and her silver wrist-script gutters beneath the pressure.
Vaelith
Mercy, please. I did not make you subjects, but I knew what they were doing and failed to stop it. Spare me, and I will help expose everything.
Vaelith
I will lead you through Cael Veyr, name those who ordered the concordance, and uncover why they preserved every pattern. I swear my knowledge to you.
Vaelith sinks to her knees before the three matching selves. The mirror fixes the Astral order-name and binding terms in clear view, while her plea becomes an offered path to every answer.
Quest Complete
Learn who ordered Delfarius's preservation
Skill Upgrade: Investigation Fair→Good
“With my eyes still black and the void and shadows gnashing around me, I lift Vaelith up by her wrists to meet my gaze. "You are damn right you will lead us there. We are going to put an end to this sick affair, and you are going to be the key." Past Delfarius remarks on how well past experiments went on us, and about Asterions eventual demise by our hand and Future Delfarius laughs darkly and said he always wondered why he hated Astral elves so much and now he remembers.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Intimidation, rolled +0)
Delfarius seizes Vaelith by both wrists and hauls her upright. His black eyes hold hers as Void and shadow snarl around them, wolves of darkness baring hungry teeth.
Delfarius
You are damn right you will lead us there. We are going to put an end to this sick affair, and you are going to be the key.
Vaelith
Yes, master. I will lead you through Cael Veyr, past its guardians and into the pattern-vault. I will name every hand behind the concordance.
Past Delfarius
Their experiments went wonderfully for us, of course. Asterion’s grand design ended with his demise by our hand, which remains a satisfying conclusion.
Future Delfarius
Ha! I always wondered why I hated Astral elves so much. Now I remember. They have been insufferable across every version of us.
The mirror’s vault-door widens behind Vaelith, revealing silver stairs descending toward the ninth folded sky. The Astral order-name burns above the passage, fixed and unmistakable.
Vaelith
The road is open. Stay close to me, and Cael Veyr will have no chance to hide its records or its architects from you.
✓ Quest Accepted
Get past the Cael Veyr guardians
“I growl and I past and future Delfarius go towards Cael Veyr with Vaelith. I, Past, and Future levitated above the ground and scan the area around us, making sure we have not just completely transported into a trap.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Perception, rolled +0)
Delfarius growls, and Void lifts him from the silver stairs. Past and Future rise beside him, their identical silhouettes drifting toward Cael Veyr with Vaelith between them.
Their combined sight sweeps the folded sky. No hidden sigil, severed road, astral snare, or false passage clings to the route; the ninth sky remains stable around them.
Vaelith
The approach is clear. Cael Veyr has not sprung a trap, and its outer guardians have not yet sensed our passage.
Void Sight passes through pale towers and suspended bridges, revealing the observatory’s wards as fixed defenses rather than concealed attacks. Every entrance and watching point becomes legible.
Past Delfarius
A pleasant change. We have arrived at the enemy’s doorstep without allowing the doorstep to bite us.
Future Delfarius
And the pattern-vault is directly ahead. No convergence trap, no forced route, no Astral hand waiting to choose which of us remains.
The four travelers reach Cael Veyr’s outer observatory, hovering before its open arch. Beyond it, silver towers encircle the pattern-vault, fully exposed beneath the ninth folded sky.
“My eyes turn black and my anger rises in my veins as the Shadows and Void swirl around me. "Where the fuck are you all hiding? Hmm? Too afraid to face me when I am aware of your little schemes?" I yell out as we all float towards the vault. We will get all the things they have on us in there, then there will be hells to pay in their blood.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Intimidation, rolled +2)
Delfarius
Where the fuck are you all hiding? Hmm? Too afraid to face me when I am aware of your little schemes?
Delfarius’s eyes turn black as Shadows and Void coil through his veins. He and the others float toward the exposed vault, his challenge reverberating through every silver tower.
The pattern-vault splits open. Pale adult Astral elves step from its mirrored galleries, robed in white and silver, their starry eyes fixed on the approaching selves.
the Astral watchers
We are here, Architect. We hid behind distance, records, and preserved patterns because awareness made you dangerous to contain.
Vaelith
They have revealed themselves. The central vault holds every record they gathered, including the commands, bloodlines, and convergence designs.
Silver shelves unfold around the watchers, displaying bound tomes, heart-patterns, and sealed memories bearing the names of Delfarius, Past, and Future. Nothing remains concealed.
the Astral watchers
Take what we kept. Read every scheme. But understand this: the vault remembers the hand that opens it, and it will mark you as its final authority.
Quest Complete
Confront the Astral watchers
Skill Upgrade: Celestial Mechanics Mediocre→Fair
“I raise a hand and laugh old an ancient menacing laugh as all of the silverly ink flows into me and is now kept and recorded in my Endless Archives. The vault only now keeps empty tomes that record nothing about me. Past Delfarius floats near the watchers and remarks about how they have just a short amount of time alive to tell him where the machine is that drained off of our heart. Future Delfarius is laughing as he draws Void Flames into his hands and is helping Past Delfarius by counting down from Ten to punctate how little time the watchers have to answer Past Delfarius's questions.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Void Manipulation, rolled +1)
Delfarius raises one hand and releases an ancient, menacing laugh. Every silver inscription tears free from the vault’s shelves, streams into him, and vanishes through an Endless Archives seam.
The shelves remain, but their tomes are empty. Their pages hold no pattern, command, bloodline, or memory of Delfarius, while the Archives record everything in obedient silence.
Past Delfarius
You have very little time left to live. Tell me where the machine is that drained our heart, and perhaps your answers will outlast you.
Future Delfarius
Ten. Begin with the location, before Past becomes impatient and I begin making the count more accurate.
Void Flames gather in Future Delfarius’s hands, casting black-violet light across the empty tomes. Past floats closer to the watchers, while the vault’s authority settles entirely into Delfarius.
the Astral watchers
The machine lies beneath Cael Veyr, in the ninth observatory foundation. It is called the Heartwell, and its intake chamber is sealed below the central tower.
Future Delfarius
Nine. Good. Now tell us who built the Heartwell, and which of you still knows how to open it.
“If we go to the heartwell, is it going to be bad for us?”
NO, AND WORSE (Likely, rolled 95)
the Astral watchers
The Heartwell will not harm you, Architect. Its protections were built to preserve your pattern, not destroy it.
The oracle answers through the emptied vault, but the Heartwell beneath them gives a violent pulse. Every silver tower bends inward as ancient channels awaken beneath Cael Veyr.
the Astral watchers
No. Worse. It will recognize you as its rightful source and begin drawing the observatory, its records, and every living watcher into your pattern.
Future Delfarius
Eight. That was not reassurance. The Heartwell is not a vessel waiting to be emptied. It is a foundation preparing to make Cael Veyr part of us.
Below the vault, a deep golden light cracks through the floor. The watchers’ starry eyes flare as silver roots climb the walls, linking their bodies to the awakening machine.
Vaelith
If it completes the recognition, the Heartwell will consume the observatory’s independence. Cael Veyr will survive, but only as an extension of your preserved design.
Past Delfarius
Seven. Then the danger is not what it does to us. It is what it will do in our name, unless someone stops the recognition.
“Do I care about what happens to the meddling Astral elves and there independence from my design?”
YES, AND MORE (VeryLikely, rolled 16)
The golden pulse stops beneath the floor. Instead of drawing the silver roots inward, it turns them outward, loosening every the Astral watchers from the Heartwell’s awakening pattern.
The machine has heard Delfarius’s unspoken refusal. It distinguishes his design from his will, recognizing that preserving his freedom includes preserving what refuses to become him.
Vaelith
It is answering you. The Heartwell will not absorb Cael Veyr unless you permit it. More than that, it has exposed the severance path beneath the central tower.
the Astral watchers
You care whether we remain ourselves. That concern was absent from every preserved pattern. We cannot understand it, but the Heartwell has accepted it as law.
A hidden stair appears through the golden floor, descending beneath the observatory. Along its walls, silver names fade from Delfarius’s patterns and return to the watchers who once owned them.
Past Delfarius
Six. He is not merely rejecting their design. He is protecting their independence from becoming another possession.
Future Delfarius
And the Heartwell has given us a way to cut the pattern without destroying the people bound to it. That is a considerable advantage.
“I growl still angry at being manilupated as an experiment. I narrow my eyes and look at Past and Future Delfarius. They hear my sigh and nod. They understand what I am thinking without me saying words because we know our own thoughts. I do not want to own them all, but they need to be taught not to mess with us again. They used our heart to remake us and themselves and tether their city far from my design or sight for far too long. I sever the tie and the machine does not absorb the city, but it absorbs the parts that kept it separate from my creation. Future Delfarius counts quickly down to one then when he reaches one, I sever the tie from this pocket to creation.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Void Manipulation, rolled -1)
Delfarius growls beneath the golden pulse, narrowing his icy eyes toward Past and Future. His sigh crosses the chamber, and both selves understand without needing words.
Past Delfarius
We will teach them the boundary without becoming another cage. Their city remains theirs, and their theft ends here.
Delfarius raises his blood-marked hand. Void threads enter the Heartwell’s roots, finding the ancient tie that carried the city beyond his sight and kept it apart from creation.
Future Delfarius
Five. The city is separate. Four. The stolen channels are exposed. Three. The Heartwell is choosing what to release.
The machine obeys the distinction. It leaves Cael Veyr whole, drawing only the severed channels, borrowed anchors, and foreign partitions that kept its pocket detached from Delfarius’s remade creation.
Future Delfarius
Two. The separation is emptying. One.
At the final count, Delfarius severs the tie. The golden roots withdraw from creation without consuming the city, and Cael Veyr remains independent, no longer hidden behind the stolen distance.
✓ Quest Accepted
Confront the Heartwell’s remaining authority
− Scene Quest Removed
Get past the Cael Veyr guardians
“I look at the watchers of Cael Veyr, and narrow my eyes. "Who is is charge here, Speak now before I change my mind on murdering you all." Past Delfarius uses his void sight and notices that the thread that kept them all connected as a collective is failing now that the machine has severed the tie from my the root that kept it hidden. Future Delfarius bounces his Void flame ball in his hand and chuckles and remarks how he hopes someone wants to be bold and stupid because he could use target pratice.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Intimidation, rolled -1)
Delfarius
Who is in charge here? Speak now, before I change my mind about murdering you all.
Delfarius narrows his icy eyes at the Astral watchers. His threat settles over the emptied pattern-vault, while Past studies their failing collective thread and Future bounces a Void-flame sphere between his palms.
Future Delfarius
I hope someone becomes bold and stupid. I could use the target practice.
Past Delfarius
The machine severed their hidden root. Their shared thread is failing, and the separation is exposing individual authority.
The watchers’ silver links flicker and break apart. One steps forward, an elderly Astral elf woman in layered white robes, her narrow face framed by silver hair and a crown of cracked crystal.
the Astral watchers
Ilyr Cael commands Cael Veyr. She ordered the concordance, sealed the Heartwell, and authorized the preservation of every reachable Delfarius.
the Astral watchers
Her observatory lies beneath the central tower. The failing collective can no longer conceal her from you, Architect.
“I look to Past and Future Delfarius and sigh slowly.”
Delfarius looks between Past and Future Delfarius and sighs slowly. The gesture passes through the emptied vault, carrying patience, irritation, and the weight of another name finally exposed.
Past Delfarius
There. That is the sigh of a man who has found the person responsible and is already regretting how much explanation she will require.
Future Delfarius
Ilyr Cael commands the observatory, ordered the concordance, and sealed the Heartwell. We should let her explain before we decide whether she deserves the target practice.
The elderly Astral elf woman lowers her cracked crystal crown. Silver dust slips from its fractures as the failing links withdraw completely from her robes and hands.
Ilyr Cael
I am Ilyr Cael. I ordered preservation because the Architect’s continuity threatened to vanish beyond recovery. I did not authorize the theft of your will.
Past Delfarius
You separated those things very conveniently. The Heartwell used his heart, compared his lives, and prepared to erase every version except the one you could command.
Ilyr Cael
Yes. That was the concordance’s purpose. I believed one controlled survivor was safer than countless ungoverned possibilities, and I was wrong.
Quest Complete
Confront the Heartwell’s remaining authority
✓ Quest Accepted
Obtain the original preservation covenant
“Do I want to murder Ilyr Cael?”
YES, AND MORE (Likely, rolled 4)
The answer settles through the vault with terrible clarity. Delfarius’s silence is no longer uncertainty about Ilyr Cael’s fate, but consideration of how much more than her death he will take from this place.
Ilyr Cael
You intend to kill me. I can see it in the way the Heartwell has stopped defending my name. But if you want more, then hear this: my crown is the final key to the pattern-vault.
The cracked crystal crown lifts from Ilyr’s head without her touch. Beneath it, a hidden stair opens in the vault floor, descending toward a chamber untouched by the emptied records.
Future Delfarius
A key, a hidden chamber, and a commander who has just admitted the crime. That is considerably more useful than target practice.
Past Delfarius
Do not mistake usefulness for pardon. She ordered the concordance, and the Heartwell still remembers every hand that fed it our lives.
Ilyr Cael
The chamber holds the first command, the original preservation covenant, and the name of the Architect who taught us to fear your continuity. Kill me afterward if you still choose it.
The crown settles into the open stair as a pale guide, revealing a direct route to the covenant chamber. Even the Astral watchers step aside, impressed and afraid as Ilyr’s authority becomes Delfarius’s advantage.
“I reach down and pick up the cracked crown. "Hmm. It was Solan, wasn't it?" I say dryly to Ilyr. Past Delfarius remarks of Ilyr's answer to my quesion and Future Delfarius makes a snarky remark to Ilyr's answer to my question.”
SUCCESS (Good Investigation, rolled -1)
Delfarius reaches into the open stair and lifts the cracked crystal crown. Its fractures chill his palm, and the covenant’s oldest resonance answers from within.
Delfarius
Hmm. It was Solan, wasn’t it?
Ilyr Cael
Yes. Solan was the only other Architect who feared what you might become without control. He ordered the first preservation covenant, believing restraint was protection.
Past Delfarius
So the safeguard was not imposed by strangers alone. Solan saw your possible future, mistook fear for wisdom, and built a leash around your heart.
Future Delfarius
How noble. Solan tried to save creation from us by preserving every version of us, apparently unaware that imprisoned continuity tends to become vindictive.
The crown’s broken points flare silver. Beneath the stair, the covenant reveals Solan’s mark beside the first command, confirming that his fear shaped Cael Veyr’s entire preservation scheme.
Ilyr Cael
He called it mercy, Architect. He believed controlling what you might become was kinder than allowing you to choose it.
+ New Item Acquired
Cracked crystal crown
“"And now, the Form that was known as Solan is Dead. Seems fitting somehow." I say drolly as I walk up to Ilyr Cael and look her in the eyes coldly with no expression. "So why do I need you any more?"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Intimidation, rolled -1)
Delfarius
And now, the Form that was known as Solan is dead. Seems fitting somehow. So why do I need you any more?
Delfarius walks to Ilyr Cael Cael and meets her eyes without expression. The cracked crown remains cold in his hand, its silver fractures reflecting between them.
Ilyr Cael
Because I alone can open the covenant chamber without allowing Solan’s final command to rewrite itself. Kill me, and the key becomes a sealed confession.
Ilyr Cael does not retreat. Around her, the emptied shelves tremble as the covenant’s old mark pulses once, recognizing her authority and the crown in Delfarius’s grasp.
Ilyr Cael
I can name every surviving clause, every hidden safeguard, and every Astral hand that obeyed him. I can show you how to erase his design without repeating his fear.
Past Delfarius
She has made herself useful in the precise language of doomed conspirators. The question is whether usefulness earns survival, or merely postpones judgment.
Ilyr Cael
It earns neither. It gives you certainty. After that, Delfarius, you may decide whether I remain a guide, a witness, or a name added to the dead.
✓ Quest Accepted
Secure Ilyr Cael's testimony about the preservation covenant
− Scene Quest Removed
Obtain the original preservation covenant
“"Open it then, before I lose my patience." I gesture towards the chamber. Past Delfarius narrows his eyes and remarks on how the last covenant we entered with Solan involved ended in us having to kill our best friend to stop Solan. Future Delfaius looks around and looks for the old Solan traps in the opened room. I just sigh. 'I am so fucking sick of the dead refusing to stay resting and leaving me in peace.' I think to my own thoughts alone.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Intimidation, rolled +0)
Delfarius
Open it then, before I lose my patience.
Delfarius gestures toward the hidden chamber. Ilyr Cael takes the cracked crown from his hand and sets it into the waiting stair, where its fractures blaze silver.
Ilyr Cael
Then witness the covenant as it was written. I will not soften Solan’s words, or conceal the hands that obeyed them.
The sealed stone parts without resistance, revealing a circular chamber lined with black crystal tablets. Ancient script coils across the walls, and the first preservation covenant hangs open above a sunken dais.
Past Delfarius
The last covenant we entered with Solan ended with us killing our best friend to stop him. I would prefer not to repeat that particular clause.
Future Delfarius circles the threshold, searching the exposed room for Solan’s old traps. His gaze catches hollow seams, mirrored sigils, and dormant command-runes beneath the dais.
Delfarius
I am so fucking sick of the dead refusing to stay resting and leaving me in peace.
“Future Delfarius catches my eyes and looks down to the hollow seams, mirrored sigils and dormant command runes beneath the dais. I look them over with him. What exactly do these do? Do they act like a way to try to command us if we found this, or do they act as a way to command the astral elves that it was created to protect from my evil evil control.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Arcana, rolled +1)
Delfarius
What exactly do these do? Are they meant to command us, or to command the Astral elves they claimed to protect from my control?
Future Delfarius
Neither, at least not primarily. Look beneath the mirrored sigils. They do not point inward at an intruder. They point outward, toward the Astral lines.
Delfarius studies the seams beside Future. Void Sight follows the dormant runes through the black crystal, revealing three linked functions: recognition, compulsion, and correction.
Future Delfarius
The seams identify whoever enters as a preserved pattern. The mirrored sigils compare that pattern against the covenant. The command-runes then force the recognized subject toward the role the covenant permits.
Past Delfarius
So they could command us, but only after declaring which version was acceptable. The Astral elves were not protected from control. They were protected for continued control.
A faint pulse answers their scrutiny. The runes reveal a second circuit beneath the dais, aimed at the Astral bindings rather than the selves before it.
Ilyr Cael
Correct. The outer commands restrained the elves if they resisted the covenant. The inner commands restrained you if you rejected it. Solan designed both cages, and called the arrangement protection.
Quest Complete
Secure Ilyr Cael's testimony about the preservation covenant
Skill Upgrade: Interrogation Mediocre→Fair
“I roll my eyes. "Just like he would say, he never understood that letting something just be it's self would be the best type of fucking protection." I growl and find the script lines of Solan's that state the covenant. I read it so I can understand how to dismantle it safety. Then I dismantle it safely. Solan's script work was haphazard at best.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Arcana, rolled +0)
Delfarius
Just like he would say, he never understood that letting something be itself would be the best type of fucking protection.
Delfarius rolls his eyes and growls, then traces Solan’s script through the black crystal tablets. The haphazard covenant separates into command, restraint, and correction clauses.
Ilyr Cael
The broken spacing is Solan’s work. He layered fear over protection, then left the clauses competing with one another.
Void Sight follows each line to its source. Delfarius identifies the covenant’s central command, the Astral compulsion beneath it, and the correction loop that preserves both cages.
He unthreads the command first, then folds the compulsion inward and severs the correction loop at its weakest join. The black crystal gives a soft, harmless crack.
Past Delfarius
Solan’s masterpiece is dismantled, and not even the dead had to rise and complain about it.
The covenant script fades from the tablets without backlash. The Astral restraints lose their authority, the hidden commands fall silent, and the chamber recognizes the dismantled law as complete.
✓ Quest Accepted
Leave Cael Veyr
“Future Delfarius remarks about how easy it always was to disarm Solan when we could see him for what he was, a lying coward. I chuckle and walk up to Ilyr Cael. "Well, dear. I think for you to be showing age on your face, it means you have lived far past your normal lifetime." I lean down and look her in the eyes and smirk menacing as my grin grows. Past Delfarius remarks about how it is a shame we are not at the tower, we could add her to the next instalment of Splatter. I turn back to Past and my grin grows. "We could." I respond to Past Delfarius's remark.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Intimidation, rolled +2)
Future Delfarius
It was always easy to disarm Solan once we saw him clearly: a lying coward hiding behind the shape of protection.
Delfarius chuckles and walks toward Ilyr Cael. The elderly Astral elf holds her ground, though the crystal dust on her crown trembles beneath his approaching shadow.
Delfarius
Well, dear. For your face to show age, you must have lived far beyond your normal lifetime.
Delfarius leans down until his icy eyes meet Ilyr’s. His grin widens into a quiet menace, and the black crystal tablets reflect his expression around them.
Ilyr Cael
I have lived beyond the span allotted to my kind through Astral preservation. I understand what that longevity makes me owe you.
Past Delfarius
It is a shame we are not in the Tower. We could add her to the next installment of Splatter.
Delfarius
We could.
Delfarius leaves Covenant chamber beneath Cael Veyr behind and arrives at Obsidian Tower.
“I hold out my hand in front of her and smirk. "I will need that crown however." Once she hands it over I laugh darkly and Me and Past Delfarius return with Ilyr Cael to the Obsidian Tower. Future Delfarius summons Vaelith to him and grabs her by the wrist and then returns with us to the Obsidian Tower.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Agility, rolled -1)
The Obsidian Tower receives Delfarius, Past Delfarius, Ilyr Cael Cael, Future Delfarius, and Vaelith in its vaulted audience chamber. Crimson script crawls across black stone, and cold wind coils around their feet.
Delfarius
I will need that crown however.
Ilyr Cael studies Delfarius’s outstretched hand, then removes the cracked crystal crown and places it in his palm. Its fractures flare, revealing a hidden star-map within the crystal.
Delfarius laughs darkly as the crown’s chill settles into his grasp. Past Delfarius returns beside him with Ilyr Cael, while Future Delfarius summons Vaelith through a violet seam and catches her wrist.
Ilyr Cael
The crown recognizes you now. It will reveal every sealed Astral road, including those Cael Veyr concealed from its own records.
Vaelith
I am here, master. The Tower feels different from the observatory, but its script has already noticed the crown.
The crown’s star-map projects across the chamber ceiling. One route burns crimson beneath the Tower, leading toward a sealed archive marked with a name that none of them recognize.
✓ Quest Accepted
Confirm whether Vaelith’s account is complete
Quest Complete
Leave Cael Veyr
Skill Upgrade: Evasion Mediocre→Fair
“I place the crown on a stone dais that I thought into creation here in my tower to display it and keep it safe. I hold Ilyr Cael and sigh at Past Delfarius then give Future Delfarius a pleading look. Future Delfarius shakes his head and chuckles softly, and tells me and Past self to go to the balcony to play Splatter, as he holds on to Vaelith tightly. Future Delfarius lets us know he will keep her in place and watched while we do what we want to.”
SUCCESS (Good Magic, rolled -1)
A stone dais rises from the audience chamber floor at Delfarius’s thought, black-veined and perfectly fitted beneath the projected star-map.
Still holding Ilyr Cael, Delfarius places the cracked crystal crown upon the dais. Its hidden constellations settle into the stone, and crimson script seals a quiet ward around it.
Delfarius sighs toward Past Delfarius. Future Delfarius draws Vaelith close through the fading violet seam, holding her firmly as the Astral elf’s silver wrist-script dims.
Future Delfarius
No. You and Past should go to the balcony and play Splatter. I will keep Vaelith here, firmly in place and watched, while you do what you want.
Vaelith
He is keeping me alive and contained, but the crown is no longer within my reach. I must watch and wait.
Past Delfarius
A balcony game while Future guards the witness? I approve, though I expect you to blame me when the landing becomes theatrically excessive.
The balcony doors open onto the Tower’s storm-dark heights. Past Delfarius heads there with a delighted grin, while Future maintains his tight hold on Vaelith beside the warded crown.
“"We will see," I chuckle as I grab Ilyr Cael and lift her unceremoniously over my head. The elder Astral elf kicks her legs and flails helpless against me. I carry her out to where Past Delfarius is waiting for me on the balcony of the Obsidian Tower that is floating leagues above creation below.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Strength, rolled +2)
Delfarius
We will see.
Delfarius grabs Ilyr Cael and lifts the elderly Astral elf woman unceremoniously overhead. Her silver robes spill downward as she kicks and flails, helpless against his strength.
Ilyr Cael
Put me down, Architect! This is beneath the dignity of Cael Veyr’s commander.
He carries her through the balcony doors without slowing. The Obsidian Tower’s black stone opens onto storm-dark heights, leagues above creation, where clouds drift far below like pale seas.
Past Delfarius
There you are. I was beginning to think the crown had stolen your attention, though I see you found a more entertaining burden.
Delfarius reaches the balcony with Ilyr still held overhead. Violet lightning crawls along the Tower’s edges, and the vast world below turns beneath them in silent, distant grandeur.
Ilyr Cael
He carries me as though I weigh nothing. If Ilyr Cael’s authority cannot move him, perhaps the balcony game will reveal what can.
“I laugh and Past Delfarius laughs with me. Past Delfarius lets Ilyr Cael know that we can read her thoughts. "The game is Splatter. We will find a great target to fling you at and then I will throw you overboard towards the target below. If I hit it, I win. If I miss it, I win because you will have splattered. Understand the rules fading authority of Ilyr Cael?" Past Delfarius remarks how we can see if astral elves can fly or if they fall like all the others as he looks for a great, exceptional target for her.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Perception, rolled +2)
Delfarius laughs, and Past Delfarius laughs with him. Ilyr Cael hangs overhead between them, her silver robes twisting in the violet wind as the Tower watches.
Past Delfarius
We can read your thoughts, Ilyr Cael. Every concealed objection, every calculation, every final hope has become perfectly plain.
Ilyr Cael
They know. They truly know, and they mean to make my death another spectacle.
Delfarius
The game is Splatter. We will find a great target to fling you at, and then I will throw you overboard toward it. If I hit it, I win. If I miss, I win because you will have splattered. Understand the rules, fading authority of Ilyr Cael?
Past Delfarius
Now we discover whether Astral elves can fly, or whether they fall like everyone else. Keep holding her, and let us find something exceptional.
Past Delfarius scans the storm-dark world below with legendary precision. Far beneath the balcony, an ancient sky wyrm rises through the clouds, vast and six-limbed, its cobalt scales veined with molten gold and its crown of white horns bright beneath the lightning.
The elder wyrm banks around the Tower, broad wings beating thunder through the cloud-sea. Its immense back offers an unmistakable, exceptional target, and Past Delfarius points toward it with delighted certainty.
“"Hey there!" I yell at the ancient Sky wyrm trying to get it's attention and convince it. "Want a astral elf snack?" I laugh and Past Delfarius also tries to get the attention of the ancient sky wyrm.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -1)
Delfarius
Hey there! Want an Astral elf snack?
Delfarius calls across the storm while holding Ilyr overhead. Past Delfarius cups his hands and echoes the invitation, his voice carrying through thunder.
Delfarius
Past and I agree. She is an excellent snack.
The ancient sky wyrm turns beneath the Tower, cobalt scales blazing with molten gold. Its white-horned head rises, and one immense eye fixes on Ilyr.
Ilyr Cael
You cannot seriously offer Cael Veyr’s commander as food!
Past Delfarius
It appears the target has been selected. Try not to look so much like a meal.
The wyrm answers with a thunderous, approving rumble. Its jaws open beneath the balcony, and its wingbeats lift a welcoming spiral of wind toward Delfarius and his offered Astral snack.
✓ Quest Accepted
Survive the sky wyrm encounter
− Scene Quest Removed
Confirm whether Vaelith’s account is complete
“I laugh and launch Ilyr Cael into the waiting ancient sky wyrm's maw.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Strength, rolled +1)
Delfarius laughs and hurls Ilyr Cael from the balcony. Her silver robes flare wildly as she arcs through violet lightning toward the ancient sky wyrm’s waiting jaws.
Ilyr Cael
Architect, you will regret this! Cael Veyr will remember your name!
The ancient sky wyrm catches Ilyr cleanly in its maw. Its jaws close around her, and the commander’s cry vanishes beneath a thunderous, approving rumble.
Past Delfarius
A perfect throw. The target was enormous, the landing was decisive, and the snack appears to have been accepted.
The elder wyrm banks away from the Tower, cobalt scales blazing gold beneath the storm. A faint silver crown tumbles from its jaws and lands upon the balcony stone.
Past Delfarius
There is your prize, though I suspect the crown remembers more than its former owner wished to reveal.
The cracked crystal crown pulses once. Its star-map unfolds across the balcony, revealing a concealed route beneath Cael Veyr and a second mark labeled with Solan’s first command.
Quest Complete
Survive the sky wyrm encounter
Skill Upgrade: Survival Mediocre→Fair
“Both I and Past Delfarius wait to hear the crunch of the former Astral elf and then laugh as the elder Sky Wyrm flies near us. "Hey thanks for being such a great sport and helping us out. What is your name?" I ask it . Past Delfarius remarks how this is such an unbelievable tale, he loves it.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled -1)
The crunch fades beneath the storm. Delfarius and Past Delfarius wait together, then laugh as the elder sky wyrm sweeps near the balcony, cobalt scales gleaming with gold-veined tips and white horns bright as lightning.
Delfarius
Hey, thanks for being such a great sport and helping us out. What is your name?
Past Delfarius
This is such an unbelievable tale. I love it. We threw an Astral commander to a sky wyrm, and now we are making introductions.
Vaeroth
I am Vaeroth, Cloud-Crown, keeper of the storm roads above your black spire. Your offering was loudly flavored, but gratefully received.
Vaeroth’s immense wings beat once, sending warm wind across the balcony. Cobalt scales flash beneath the clouds, each scale’s tip traced with molten gold as his white horns catch violet fire.
Past Delfarius
Vaeroth! Even the name sounds like something carved into a prophecy after the hero has already made several terrible decisions.
Vaeroth
Your tale has reached my storm roads, Architect. If you seek the hidden command beneath Cael Veyr, I know a wind that remembers where Solan first spoke it.
✓ Quest Accepted
Have Vaeroth corroborate Vaelith’s account
“I groan. "Solan, Solan Solan. Oh me I am sick of hearing that fucking name. Sure tell me what you will Vaeroth. Just so I can corraborate it with another little Astral elf I have. Please by all means, wait around. If she has lied, you may have another snack." I laugh darkly Past Delfarius shakes his head and makes a remark about how Solan is like a rash you thought you got rid of. He looks over to me after I say about maybe feeding Vaelith to the wyrm if she lied and looks excited hoping that she did.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Intimidation, rolled -1)
Delfarius
Solan, Solan, Solan. I am sick of hearing that fucking name. Tell me what you know, Vaeroth, and I will corroborate it with another Astral elf. Wait here. If she lied, you may have another snack.
Delfarius groans, then laughs darkly toward the storm roads. Past Delfarius shakes his head, while Vaeroth’s vast wings hold him level with the balcony.
Past Delfarius
Solan is like a rash you thought you got rid of. It keeps returning, uglier each time, and somehow it still believes it is doing you a favor.
Past Delfarius
And if Vaelith lied, I hope she did. Vaeroth deserves a second course, and I would enjoy seeing whether Astral pride makes better seasoning than Astral authority.
Vaeroth
I will wait, Cloud-Breaker. If your other Astral witness contradicts my account, I shall accept the offered morsel without complaint.
Vaeroth
Solan first spoke the command beneath the Ninth Sky, at a windless observatory before Cael Veyr was raised. He ordered the Heartwell to preserve every version of you, then bind the strongest pattern against its own will.
Vaeroth’s breath rolls across the balcony as warm thunder. Within the cracked crown, a hidden star-map ignites, marking the windless observatory and confirming his memory with a trail of silver fire.
“I blink twice then bend over in laughter. He did bind me. Does that mean I was the strongest? Oh this is too rich. He tried. He failed. Solan sucks so much. "What an imbecile." I say in between laugh tears and with gasping words because I am laughing so hard. Past Delfarius looks over and comes to the same conclusion and starts to join me in laughter and laugh tears.”
Delfarius blinks twice, then bends over in helpless laughter. His shoulders shake beneath the stormlight as tears gather, while Vaeroth holds steady beside the balcony.
Delfarius
What an imbecile.
The words emerge between gasping laughs. Delfarius wipes at his eyes, barely able to straighten as the cracked crown continues glowing with Solan’s confirmed command.
Past Delfarius
He bound the strongest pattern against its own will, and that pattern was you. Solan truly mistook failure for wisdom.
Past Delfarius looks from the star-map to Delfarius’s tear-bright face. The conclusion lands fully, and he breaks into laughter, clutching his ribs as tears streak down his cheeks.
Vaeroth
Your amusement confirms the wind’s memory. Solan’s command was not a triumph over you, but proof that he recognized your strength and still failed to contain it.
Past Delfarius
He tried to leash the strongest of us and lost the leash, the heart, and eventually himself. I believe this is the finest thing he ever accomplished.
Quest Complete
Have Vaeroth corroborate Vaelith’s account
“Future Delfarius comes out concerned with the noise with Vaelith and is startled by Vaeroth and Vaelith shrieks in fear at him. Future Delfarius asks if we are in danger and I just ask Vaeroth, "Can you repeat what you said about Solan's first command?" When Future Delfarius hears how Solan tried to bind the strongest pattern of us and failed misserbly he starts to laugh cry like we were. Future Delfarius remarks on how much of an idiot Solan was. I wipe away a tear, then look at Vaeroth. "Sadly the other astral elf told the truth. I can't in good taste let you have a taste." I smirk.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +0)
Future Delfarius emerges through the balcony doors with Vaelith at his side, concern tightening his identical features. He stops short at Vaeroth’s immense, gold-veined form.
Vaelith
By the stars!
Future Delfarius
Are we in danger?
Delfarius
Can you repeat what you said about Solan’s first command?
Vaeroth
Solan first spoke it beneath the Ninth Sky, at a windless observatory before Cael Veyr was raised. He ordered the Heartwell to preserve every version of you, then bind the strongest pattern against its own will.
Future Delfarius stares at Vaeroth, then folds over laughing. Tears streak his face as Past joins him, both doubled by the absurdity of Solan’s failed wisdom.
Future Delfarius
What an absolute idiot. He tried to bind the strongest pattern of us and failed miserably.
Delfarius
Sadly, the other Astral elf told the truth. I can’t in good taste let you have a taste.
“Past and Future Delfarius start to compose themselves and Vaelith looks up at the Vaeroth with a fearful expression and a bit of awe that we are all not phased by the ancient wyrm at all. "Well at least for now that can be considered settled. The crown is safely here, Vaelith gave herself to my command, and I have a celebration to go to after all of this." I nod towards Vaeroth and smirk. "Thank you again for your aid and clarification." Past and Future Delfarius thank the wyrm and then look at me and nod saying they should get back to their respective time lines.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled -1)
Past and Future Delfarius slowly compose themselves, still wiping tears from their faces. Vaelith looks up at Vaeroth with fearful awe, astonished that none of the three selves seem troubled by the ancient wyrm.
Delfarius
Well, at least for now that can be considered settled. The crown is safely here, Vaelith gave herself to my command, and I have a celebration to attend after all of this.
Delfarius
Thank you again for your aid and clarification.
Vaeroth
Your gratitude is accepted, Architect. Keep the crown close, and let no dead command make you forget that choice remains yours.
Past Delfarius
Thank you, Vaeroth. Your memory saved us another tedious search through Solan’s beautifully incompetent legacy.
Future Delfarius
And thank you for the story. We should return to our respective timelines before someone decides our absence is another invitation to meddle.
Vaeroth dips his horned head as violet wind gathers around the balcony. Past and Future step into separate temporal portals, nodding once toward Delfarius before their matching silhouettes vanish into their own skies.
✓ Quest Accepted
Attend Nara's six-day celebration
“"Hmm. Speaking of unbelievable stories...." I tilt my head to Vaeroth. "Can I ask a favor for you to help me make one hellva entrance to a High priestess's fifth mark celebrations? I will need to secure this one." I gesture towards Vaelith firstly. "In her new quarters first but then we can talk about giving the Orcs a tale to tell for generations to come, if you are interested?"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +0)
Delfarius
Hmm. Speaking of unbelievable stories, can I ask a favor? Help me make one hellva entrance to a High Priestess’s fifth-mark celebrations. I will secure Vaelith in her new quarters first, then we can give the Orcs a tale for generations, if you are interested?
Delfarius tilts his head toward Vaeroth and gestures first toward Vaelith. The ancient wyrm’s white horns gleam beneath violet lightning as the storm roads murmur around his wings.
Vaeroth
I am interested, Architect. Secure your Astral companion as you intend, then return to this balcony. I will help you make an entrance Karak’Grom will remember for generations.
Delfarius leads Vaelith from the balcony himself. Crimson script parts before them, opening a quiet chamber within the Tower, its walls sealed against Astral roads and listening eyes.
Vaelith
The quarters are secure, master. I will remain here until you return, and no watcher from Cael Veyr will reach me through these walls.
Delfarius closes the chamber’s ward with his own shadow-mark. The door settles into black stone, leaving Vaelith secured by his hand alone as thunder gathers beyond the balcony.
Vaeroth
When you are ready, I will carry you above the storm and bring you down before the gathered orcs like a star falling by choice.
“I bring Vaelith to the torture chambers below and strip her down into just her star silk under garment that looks like a bikini then chain her to the walls with cold iron chains. The cold Iron, because I know it will keep her thoughts and those of the others that might be looking for her from meddling.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Strength, rolled +1)
Delfarius leads Vaelith down into the torture chambers. Crimson script withdraws from the passage, revealing a bare stone cell prepared beneath the Tower’s watchful pulse.
At his command, Vaelith’s outer robes and traveling layers fall away, leaving only her star-silk undergarment, a dark, gleaming shape against her pale Astral form.
Vaelith
Understood, master. The cold iron is meant to silence every listening road, not merely restrain my body.
Delfarius locks cold iron cuffs around her wrists and ankles, then fixes the chains to four wall rings. The metal chills the chamber and deadens the silver script at her skin.
Vaelith
The watchers cannot reach through this iron. For the first time since Cael Veyr, my thoughts belong entirely to me.
The Tower tests the restraint with a low crimson pulse. No Astral echo answers. Vaelith remains secured against the wall, isolated from Cael Veyr and every distant mind seeking her.
Vaelith
The chains hold, master. Whatever you ask here, no watcher will overhear it through me.
“Faelwyn comes in and is surprised to see another here. I hold out my hand for her to kiss it as she likes to do and I smirk at Faelwyn. "We have a new, hmm...guest. You may talk with her but do not feed or comfort her. She will also need to learn my rules." Faelwyn asks me respectively what kind of elf she is.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Intimidation, rolled +3)
The cell door opens, and Faelwyn enters before stopping short at the sight of Vaelith chained beneath the Tower’s crimson pulse.
Delfarius extends his hand toward Faelwyn with a familiar smirk. She approaches, bows, and kisses his offered hand before glancing uneasily toward the captive elf.
Delfarius
We have a new, hmm... guest. You may talk with her but do not feed or comfort her. She will also need to learn my rules.
Faelwen
Of course, my lord. May I ask what kind of elf she is?
Vaelith
I am an Astral elf, young noblewoman. My people dwelled beyond the Ninth Sky, where they preserved patterns and called their theft protection.
Faelwen studies Vaelith’s silver markings without approaching the chains. The cold iron gives a dull ring as Vaelith shifts, unable to reach any distant watcher.
Vaelith
Your companion’s restraint is wise. I can also identify Astral symbols and hidden preservation clauses, should that knowledge serve my master.
“I give Faelwyn a kiss on the neck and whisper in her ears alone. "You may talk, but do not let her words get inside your head or help her. Astral elves are tricky my beloved pet." I brush Faelwyn's hair aside then announce to them both, "I will be back in a few days. I expect you will both well, and Nadron as well? Yes?" I look to Faelwyn.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +3)
Delfarius steps close to Faelwen, kisses the side of her neck, and brushes her hair aside. His whisper remains private, meant for her ears alone.
Delfarius
You may talk, but do not let her words get inside your head or help her. Astral elves are tricky, my beloved pet.
Faelwen
I understand, my lord. I will listen without yielding, and I will give her no aid against you.
Faelwen steadies herself and keeps her gaze lowered. Vaelith watches from the cold iron, recognizing that the warning has reached its intended mark without granting her influence.
Delfarius
I will be back in a few days. I expect you will both be well, and Nadron as well? Yes?
Faelwen
Yes, my lord. Vaelith will remain contained, I will remain vigilant, and Nadron will be well when you return.
The Tower’s crimson script records Faelwen’s answer and quietly seals a fresh ward over the cell. The ward also carries her voice to Nadron below, giving him clear notice of Delfarius’s absence and command.
“I use the seam to go back to balcony to where Vaeroth waits.”
SUCCESS (Great Void Navigation, rolled +0)
Delfarius opens a narrow black seam in the cell wall. Crimson script parts around him, and the passage carries him cleanly upward through the Tower’s sealed stone.
The seam releases him onto the storm-dark balcony. Violet lightning veils the clouds below, while Vaeroth waits beyond the parapet, cobalt scales glowing with molten gold.
Vaeroth
You have returned, Architect. The Astral companion is secured, and the storm roads remain open for the entrance you promised.
Vaeroth lowers his immense, white-horned head until one golden-veined eye rests level with Delfarius. Warm wind rolls across the balcony, carrying distant thunder.
Vaeroth
Karak'Grom’s celebrations are already brightening the night. Shall I bear you above the clouds and descend before the gathered orcs like a falling star?
Behind Delfarius, the seam closes into unbroken black stone. Ahead, Vaeroth spreads his vast wings, and the storm gathers beneath them in an expectant spiral.
“I tilt my head. "Are you always such as you are now? I know from time to time I make myself appear smaller and less threatening to make the mortals at ease."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +1)
Delfarius
Are you always such as you are now? I know from time to time I make myself appear smaller and less threatening to make mortals at ease.
Delfarius tilts his head toward Vaeroth, violet lightning tracing the wyrm’s cobalt scales. The storm wind lifts his dark red hair as the question crosses the balcony.
Vaeroth
I am always Vaeroth, keeper of the sky roads. This elder shape is my truth, though I may veil my size, dim my horns, or wear a gentler silhouette among mortals.
Vaeroth
He asks about appearances, but he is measuring whether my welcome is honest. Let him see that I conceal presence, not nature.
Vaeroth
I do not become less than I am to soothe fear. I make myself easier to behold. There is a difference, and the oldest roads remember it.
Vaeroth lowers one vast wing until its cobalt membrane forms a broad stair beside the parapet. Golden heat radiates from his scales, while the clouds gather into a clear descending path.
Vaeroth
For Karak'Grom, I can carry you as a falling star, or arrive as a quiet elder beneath the storm. Choose the impression, Architect. The truth will remain.
“"I meant no offense. I just wondered if you wanted to party with the orcs with me after we arrived. That is all. I fear they might take a look at you fully and decide to try to slay you." I laugh loudly. "I say try, because I know how that will work out for them."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +1)
Delfarius
I meant no offense. I only wondered whether you wanted to party with the orcs after we arrived. I fear they may try to slay you. I say try, because I know how that will work out for them.
Delfarius laughs loudly beneath the violet lightning. Vaeroth’s golden eye narrows with amusement, and his vast wings beat once, sending warm wind across the balcony.
Vaeroth
No offense was taken, Architect. I would gladly join your celebration, though I suspect the orcs will discover the difference between courage and a very brief lesson.
Vaeroth lowers his horned head, revealing a broad place between his shoulders where Delfarius may ride safely. Cobalt scales gleam like storm-forged armor beneath the clouds.
Vaeroth
Let them behold me fully, if they wish. I will not veil my nature for their comfort, but I will arrive as your guest, not as an invading storm.
Vaeroth
He offers fellowship rather than display. I will honor that distinction, and let Karak'Grom decide whether its welcome has the strength to survive my shadow.
Vaeroth
Climb aboard, Architect. We shall descend together, and I will bring your orcish celebration an entrance worthy of six days of feasting.
Delfarius leaves The Obsidian Tower balcony behind and arrives at Karak'Grom.
“I sit on his neck and hold my arms out as we fly towards Karak'Grom. "Isn't a better celebration besides an Orc celebration!" I yell excited as we fly to the gated city.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Agility, rolled -1)
Vaeroth settles beyond Karak'Grom’s spiked palisade, his vast wings folding as warm wind rolls over torchlit gates, crowded feasting grounds, and storm-dark watchtowers.
Delfarius
Isn't a better celebration besides an Orc celebration!
Delfarius sits astride Vaeroth’s neck with his arms spread as the elder wyrm descends. His shout sweeps over the city, drawing cheers, startled cries, and raised drinking horns.
Vaeroth
There is no better celebration tonight, Architect. Let them remember the sky itself arrived to honor their storm-marked survivor.
Nara emerges between dancing elders, her dark violet brow-mark blazing beneath the braziers. She looks up, laughs, and raises both tattooed arms toward the descending wyrm.
Nara
You heard him, Karak'Grom! Make room for the Cloud-Crown, and make the sixth feast worthy of a dragon’s shadow!
The gates swing wide. Zorm leads the elders forward, while drums thunder and the crowd parts beneath Vaeroth’s shadow, granting Delfarius and his chosen guest a triumphant entrance.
Quest Complete
Attend Nara's six-day celebration
Skill Upgrade: Void Navigation Great→Superb