>>5486033>>5485647>>5485594>>5485528>>5485468>>5485055>>5485026>>5485025>>5484898>>5484889Against your impulse to be rid of them, you instead decide upon a softer course of action based upon the value these elves have to you. A shame, and some guilt to think of them only in the scope of usefulness, but at the end of the day they are inhumans so you have trouble feeling bad about it. And that's besides their hostile actions in the first place!
Ah, but how easy it is for you to embrace them closely to you and behave by your divine nature. Motherly solace to a pair of lost souls.
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">"My little kittens... you said you wanted a pardon, yes? Your kind won't give it to you, even if you managed to hurt me."</span></span>
Of course you don't know the full details or the truth of their being here, but that doesn't really matter. At this point you can tell them whatever you want, and they are sure to believe it, when being told by you.
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">"Your people, they once were very different, but your ancestors turned their back on the gods. And the gods turned their to yours in kind. You have no afterlife, and no protector... but I'm different. I'm the loving mother, and I forgive you. Even now the elven dead are resting in refuge of the dead I crafted for all the lost. All I ask is that you listen to me, end this foolishness, like those that came before you should have done since the beginning."</span></span>
Something you can speak on with validity and certainty however, is the way things are and were, in regards to their inhuman divergence. Not that it matters, again they will believe you of anything, but this particular subject is something that resonates to their very hearts... and their fears. It's only natural that the inhumans would come up with their own stories and ways of explaining the cause of their human divergence, and the mutual shunning of the gods. And for what gifts they may have bought by twisting their humanity, such as long life as just one example for the elves, at the end of the day they remain mortals.
Mortals, with the same fears they ever had, uncertainty of the beyond. They devised their own religion and cling to their own beliefs, but in desperation... fear and worry over the false nature of their faith, and the non-existent afterlife that they faithfully and desperately hope is real. They have their intangible beliefs, but the humans have actual gods like yourself. They see that, and it scares them.
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">"If you just return to your people to spread my love, they won't believe you. So instead, I ask you move in the shadows. Tell me of their plans, their leaders, their movements. They me of the traitorous northmen, and the vile storm god that is hunting me... and if you do, then you will know love again, and forever."</span></span>
Raising their heads, encouraging to look you in the eyes, and feel your divine love and grace.
