>>5298503>>5298247>>5298246>>5298224>>5298141>>5298115>>5298104>>5298094>>5298063“Elf-Specialist,” you call out as you approach the Serpent priest.
He looks up, then with a resigned sigh averts his eyes down.
“I know what youa re going to say,” he say.
“oh?”
You’re a little surprised at his certainty, and confused.
“You’re sending me back with the others, the injured. Back to the dark elves.”
“Well… Yes.”
You both understand why, so you don’t bother to say it aloud. What sue is an Elf-Specialist among kobolds, already well-understood by your race? And none of the others who you are sending speak the elf-tongue.
“That isn’t ALL I wished to speak of, though.”
The Elf-Specialist looks up, and you take a seat on a nearby stone, and take out your new blade. You both gaze upon the moon-dotted spectacle of the pristine whiteness which is thus unveiled.
“What can you tell me about this?” you ask. “About elven legends of the moon, and what this sword might BE?”
What you learn over the next hour-long lecture—which you interrupt sparingly, preferring to absorb and process the information—tells you little in the way of specifics… But there are clues. The elves are, so they say, and so they well might BE, the first children of the mammal-beloved ‘gods’ of light. Their Titania and Oberon were two of the first such beings to be born in this realm, descended from light-gods from… Some other place… Including their mother and father, the sun and moon. The sun’s god died in battle with a terrible serpent (you well know that tale), and after his body was laid to rest in the sun proper, the goddess of the moon withdrew to mourn, unable to share the sky with the memory of her love, and sometimes unable to appear even at night.
“Half-truths and a justification for natural cycles of day and night, “ you say by rote, repeating the critique of the Serpent priests who reared you, though you have never seen the sky which this legend gives explanation for.
“Maybe,” the Elf-Specialist says, but then he reaches out to tap the blade. “But the elves say that Titania and Oberon bequeathed the bow of their father and the sword of their mother to the first and most divine of their children: the First King of Elves.
You stare blankly, and then almost laugh.
“This is a god’s weapon? Found in the gut of an overgrown bug, by chance?”
No way.
