Finding Westwind isn't hard - he's sitting atop a tree near Aurora, basking in the winds and drinking. "Moore," he calls grandly, "Victory is the sweetest wine!"
"It is. I wanted to talk to you about The Whirlwind Throne." He says, flying to his side. "I'd like to go with you to return to petition them. You aided in our fight against Hell, just like we all knew you would. That deserves to be honored and praised by those across all the planes -- and I think it's only fair that they undo what they did in light of your heroic actions. I mean... I don't really have to argue the point to you, I realize, but..."
He takes a breath. "For all I know, The Whirlwind Throne was watching the battle, maybe they already did something and we don't need to go back. But I wanted to express my thanks to you either way -- and make sure I stated my feelings." He smiles a little bit at that. "I hope, even if you leave Aurora, you'll always know you have allies here."
Westwind has the rest of his wind and tosses the goblet aside. "Thank you, but no. I earned my punishment," Westwind sighs, standing up on thin air. "It's also a chance for me, one I plan to take advantage of."
"It's important to understand your mistakes." Moore agrees. "At the same time, it's important to understand your accomplishments, too. Either way, I won't interfere, but know you have my support in whatever you do. I think they'll forgive it in time, though. It doesn't do Creation any favors to have people who do good things punished for eternities."
"I'll make my way back," Westwind chuckles, "Don't worry and thank you, Moore. You're a credit to all pixies."
"I just do what I think is right." He says with a laugh. "Call on me if you need anything at all. And don't go and get yourself tangled up with any more crazy offspring of gods, okay?"
Anything left on your to do list of note beyond climbing Celestia?
Nothing that this epilogue would cover. He will go to Brightwater to regale everyone there with the story of saving Lifasa, but that doesn't have to be covered either officially. It's just something he'll do in due course.
A few days later...
Moore in his room in Aurora, going over this and that. Nothing important when...
Come.
"Really can't miss an invitation like that, can I?" He says with a grin. "I guess it's less of an invitation and more of a proclamation, but..."
Either way, he will head outside of Aurora and Greater Plane Shift himself to Mount Celestia!
Celestia awaits you - yet you do not appear in the waves.
Mountainscape. A familiar one. A memory of first awakening, where you first began your journey. You stand there, the chill air blowing gently.
"Moore." The voice is to your side, for there awaits Erathaol. He floats just off the ground, "It is time for knowledge to be passed onto you."
"It really hasn't been that long since I woke up here, yet it still feels like a lifetime ago." He says as he turns, offering a bow to his patron. "You know as well as I do I'm probably just going to have more questions after this is all over, but... I've learned to find my answers by forging ahead, so I know I'll find them regardless of how confused I might end up. It may not be the most perfect solution to life's problems, but..." He smiles. "It works for me, at least."
"Walk with me," Erathaol invites, beginning to walk the silent hills.
Once begun, "The Lost Realm you came from was made with one purpose in mind - to find those with the strength of will and character to oppose Shar. Those lost, beyond hope but those who deserved a second chance or who were sponsored by a deity are cast in there, born anew with the skills they had but none of the memories, a chance to live again and find if there is indeed adamantine within them."
"I'm a little confused already, I admit." Moore says as he flies along. "Do you mean to say the person who comes out is more or less wholly different from the person who went in? I mean... it sounds as if the people who find themselves... mm. No, nevermind... I think I understand. It gives you an opportunity to live your life again, regardless of the circumstances that led to you being there."
"Yes. A chance for those who had some failing to overcome them. Remember Lost Hero?" In an instant, you do. "He is a celestial who struggled mightily with the sin of pride. Many fail - for our greatest failings are as part of us are our successes, yet a rare few succeed. Those few succeed and reach the end of the Lost Realm, where they emerge here with a chance to prove themselves further. In your case, in Aurora's Crusade."
"Can I ask an obvious question? Maybe you were going to give me my memories back but... did I die when Hell invaded Lifasa?" Moore asks. "Even when I was at Yggdrasil, I... couldn't remember. I remembered things about that place, but... well, things transpired one way or another and I figured out I had to have been a native there, even if I don't remember any of it." He turns to look back at the rolling hills.
"I can tell you, but you may not like the answer," Erathaol says, "It is your choice."
"To continue the rest of my life with a gap in my memory, knowing that the 'me' from before was fine with it..." He looks over at the hills again. What would you do, Sylvie? You'd probably say something like 'if you spend too much time looking for truth you lose sight of what matters' or something equally as driven.
He closes his eyes for a long time.
He takes in a breath, then opens his eyes.
"No, it's fine. The circumstances don't matter anymore. Whether I got myself there because I died playing a hero, because I killed myself, because I was a traitor... it doesn't matter. That Moore died... and the only one who matters is the one who made it all the way through the realm to come out and be me. What... I would like to understand is what happened with my leaving. I know I..." He looks flustered for a moment. "I know there was a reason, there was... something. I was fine with it, whatever it was -- that, I'd like to know." He nods to himself, satisfied.
Which leaving, Moore?
Why / how he left the Lost Realm. I can go find the relevant post for you if you need it.
"You won," Erathoal says, plainly. "That is why you left. Pepo is in his sunbeam, all is right with his world. Lucy...you found her and she's free to wander on her own quests and meaning. The others are about there."
A moment's pause to walk, "Now though, we must look ahead. The Prophecy of Primus has been spoken. Creation rises up to defend itself. Moore, will you join us in fighting Shar?"
"In doing so, I agreed to forget what happened there, though, right?" Moore says. "Either way... it doesn't matter. I mean, it does, but... I can make new memories, I have time." He flies along. "Yes, that's why I intend to stay with Aurora. But... what is the Prophecy of Primus? Or... is it one of those things that can't be spoken of that I keep running into? Just... as a side note, that's really annoying. I know I'll be able to keep it in my mind one day, but for someone with what amounts to chronic forgetfulness about their life...ah, sorry, I got off on a tangent there..." He coughs and clears his throat.
"Then come with me, I will tutor you in mysteries for a time," Erathaol says, "There is much to learn to prepare you. You have seen secrets of Creation, it is time for you to begin to understand them."
"It really shouldn't surprise me that you of all people can do that." Moore says with a laugh. "All right, I accept. I'll need it by the time I meet her again before the end, anyway. Besides that, I want to have a real conversation with Elena, one I won't forget this time."
"Come them, Moore," Erathaol bids and from there...
Anything else to add here?
Nope, this is fine.
Alright then.
If this is the last time Moore rides in this game? Thank you, Moore. You've been great.