So I've been rereading Lovely Laurelorn again, and I want to say that, casualties aside, this whole sequence of events has been lovely for Laurelorn. Probably really satisfying if we were playing Naraiel.
LOVELY LAURELORN: ABRIDGED
Think about it from the point of view of Lady Naraiel Dawnstone. Per Torroar's WOG somewhere, Naraiel had been suffering very low relations with the other Wood Elf Realms as a result of her desperately calling on Frederick for help during the battle of the Bone Gate. The reason she had to call for help during the Battle of the Bone Gate was that Athel Loren called Laurelorn's armies away. So in summary, Athel Loren calls for help, she answers the call, gets sucker-punched by furries, fends off the ambush on her own resources and contacts, and then, instead of getting rewarded by Athel Loren, she is instead ridiculed for it.
Okay, so that's fine. That's fine. The Everqueen wants to set up talks and possible aid for Laurelorn. OK, Naraiel's pretty isolated and everyone's already laughing at her anyway for not being that much of an asshat to the humans, so she may as well take it. Frederick is amenable to mediating, and the initial talks between Kyrian and the Everqueen's representatives goes well. She sets up another meeting, to try and hash out something actually solid. Okay.
Alarielle arrives in person.
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
That'd be the equivalent of the Fay Enchantress showing up to represent Bretonnian wine traders when all we want to do is to have a simple wine tasting. OK, Naraiel now has an impossibly strong avatar of a Goddess in her home, along with her super-elite bodyguard, fucking Tyrion, and his squire. She can still make this work. At least she knows that the Everqueen could be sincere here. All she has to do is make sure no one else knows about this, which is easy, because no one's cared about Laurelorn in a long while, right?
Ariel arrives.
Kurnous' balls.
That would be the equivalent of us being caught by Magnus the Pious as we were barfing on the Church of Sigmar way back. Ariel and Alarielle begin to talk shit, while Frederick looks like he's about to drink all the good wine. Naraiel curls up into a ball, trying to present a much smaller target as Frederick calls Ariel an Asur. Naraiel consoles herself with the thought that with everything happening, at least it couldn't possibly get worse.
Alarielle tries to feel up your nominal Queen, and it turns out she's been corrupted by Cyanathair.
It got worse.
Ariel implies Naraiel is a bitch, and then jams her into her own locker tree. When Naraiel gets out, trying to get the taste of wood out of her mouth, she sees, in wonder, Ariel and Alarielle appearing to make up, to deescalate, and Naraiel entertains the thought that maybe this day wouldn't end with her home on fire.
Ariel and Alarielle open the window and it turns out her home is on fire.
A daemonic invasion, Drycha, and fucking Coeddil are all on her very doorstep. Okay, still manageable. She has the Everqueen! She has Queen Ariel, if somewhat anemic, and by anemic like half her body's missing, but that's fine, she can still totally win this, totally!
Branchwraiths suckerpunch Naraiel and kill her deer. Frederick's wife reveals herself to be the Antichrist and ices Coeddil. Fucking Durthu shows up because of course he would, and Drycha tries to Drycha Frederick's crazy wife but Drycha's it up and escapes. Too bad, but now everything is finally wrapping up.
And then a couple hours later, Naraiel hears that Frederick torches Orion's balls and sticks his hard wood in the Avatar of Anath Raema.
And he did it in front of the assembled armies of Talsyn, of Cythral, of the other Wood Elf Realms, all of whom laughed at you and mocked you and posted hurtful things on social media about you for having to be bailed out by a human. All of whom watched as Araloth the Bold, their greatest champion, was turned into a chewtoy and had to be saved by not only Frederick, but by an Asur, the High Spellweaver of Laurelorn, and Morai-Wen, also of Laurelorn.
Also Frederick drank like a fifth of all the Berry Wine.
Naraiel's gamble aimed to secure aid from the Everqueen as she was being ostracized from Athel Loren because of her friendly relations with humans.
Naraiel's gamble ended with possible aid from the Everqueen, three (four if you count Orion) major enemies of the Asrai dead at the hands of Laurelorn and her allies, a possibly repentant Ariel, and finally vindication of her calling in Freddie for help, in front of all the other High Realms that criticized her for it. This could possibly lead to a reconciliation between Laurelorn and Athel Loren, with a sliver of a chance at reconciliation between Asrai and Asur in the future.
Naraiel gambled on Frederick, and she won big, casualties aside. She should be so smug.