>>5422723She stares at you again, and your brace yourself against the quiet fierceness in her eyes, her voice.
“I reject all gods,” she whispers, “as the gods rejected my ancestors.”
“Those were Gods of Light,” you point out.
“Yes, they were... The very gods who made my people, from whom my line descends! And yet they trhew us away for rebelling against a false king..."
The Queen takes a moment to collect herself, though even this outburst of passion was rather controlled, by your estimation.... Well, for an elf. They ARE a passionate, warmblooded race.
"And where were the Dark Gods for my people, then, when we were harried into the dark places and forced down into this pit? When we feasted on our own young and old to keep our strongest alive… Were there Dark Gods Below in those days, down here in what is supposedly their realm? When we prayed desperately for relief, did they fail to hear us? Or just ignore us, because we brought them no gifts? Perhaps, if they seek us out now, it is only because NOW we have something that they want?”
You hesitate. You, yourself, have actually been the driving force in forming a union of faith between your Master Race and these outcast elves… But the Dark Gods HAVE shown appreciation, most recently the Lady of the Rookery. You remember your vision, many months ago now, of a multiracial Dark Alliance, where your great and terrible successors are served by dark elven guards and courtiers, by dwarven smiths and miners, by kobold attendants, in a vast and hive-like network filling the entirety of the mountains and the underdark below... These elves are an integral art of the New Age of Darkness, you KNOW it!
