You are a level 14 abjuration wizard with 142 hit points and are responsible for making sure the technology that keeps your floating city in the air works. You are secretly fucking with said technology so you can transport your floating city to other planes. You believe that gods are not special and have said so out loud. Your changeling ex husband is the face of the city’s news and he is insufferable but also you kept his last name and still actively wear perfume that smells like the flowers at your wedding. You also have accidentally almost oneshotted a man with a high level fireball. Every day Laerryn Coramar-Seelie wakes up.
Hondir and the rest of the Grim Verity dedicating their lives and forsaking their careers to approximate the timing of an Apogee Solstice to the upcoming month vs Laerryn having it timed and mapped to the second
The raw power (and loss) of Avalir is terrifying to think about