>>5207197You finally step out of the purest shadows of the caverns and into the dimly-lit hall of the great cavern. Winding, intricate patterns resembling great snakes encoiling jagged stars are carved here, and great statues of shaped from stolen (or, rather, RIGHTFULLY RECLAIMED) surface-mammal gold and silver pay tribute to a long gone age—an age which will soon return! Yes, here you can truly feel the beauteous splendour of your ancestors who once ruled this world, and bask in the praise of your fellow children of the Master Race who now stand to preside over a new Age of Scales!
‘Why’re there so, like… Few of ‘em?’ Irinnile asks.
She isn’t wrong. The humans of Hawksong speak of elves as a race in decline, slow-breeding and past-their-prime, their numbers sadly diminished. Well, if this is true… You would loathe to hear what they would say of your people, whose numbers are unknown to you but which you know deep down must be even lesser in number. Divided into clans—almost subspecies—they seem even more reduced in each branch of the great family tree.
But not for long!
In this enormous hall, once home to throngs of hundreds or thousands, you see only a few dozen of your mother’s race mingling in small groups, discussing personal, political, and mercantile matters in hushed hisses of the True Speech. How to you announce yourself?
>Weave a glimmering glamour with illusion, displaying your magical prowess in a shower of sparkling light, and declare yourself boldly>Approach humbly, quietly, as is the custom of a half-human Degenerate, and seek out a Serpent priest to report directly your accomplishments>Ask Roth to speak in your favour, and to secure you an audience to make your announcements>Let The Dragonborn bellow with all the thunder of his ancestor—it may be he and not you who is the centre of attention, but it is YOU who liberated him, and they will all remember that!>Write-in 