The Irem campaign is concluded and the Jackals have emerged victorious, in no small part thanks to the visitors from the other nations. I do not recall a point in the battle to contain the demon to become the new warleader for Irem where Apsenniel and I were not fighting toe to toe with the daemon's bodyguards or the daemon itself. I expended all my power and had exhausted myself by the time the deed was done.
Yet I feel no sense of racial superiority that Rebraal might attest to. Instead I found myself looking at the elves resident in the Jackals lands with an increasing sensation of annoyance and disdain.
They do nothing.
At least nothing I could see. Perhaps they operate industriously beyond the spectrum of visible light, but somehow I doubt it.
I will not claim that I have never seen a more useless group of arm waving, small minded, vacuous, ineffectual creatures, because the reality is they are manifest in all races. But, I had expected better from other elves. Apsenniel spent a great deal of time, speaking eloquently and with great passion, about awakenings only to be met with an infuriatingly muted response. I hold a far higher opinion of Burnscar than I do of these wretches, but then I've always believed in judging on merit rather than sweeping generalisations of race or respiration for that matter.
I'm really not sure these elves are the ones Rebraal has in mind when speaking about "elven superiority."
Did I mention they wear scarves round their head hiding their ears? Apparently we're supposed to instinctively be able to tell that they are Elves. How does that work? On what basis am I judging their elvishness?
Grace? - sadly lacking. Any suggestions of healthy diet and regular exercise have gone unheeded.
Drive? - mostly non existent, possibly due to the aforementioned.
Wisdom? - not exactly the most inspiring 'brains trust.'
Combat Expertise - if I were reliant on such individuals for survival in a battle, I'd surely be dead.
Perhaps I am being unkind, but I am tired, grumpy and have an endless amount of paperwork awaiting me when I return to the preceptory, so I do not feel disposed to kindness at this time.
I do not include Al-Reisha as part of this ineffectual collective, although she is far too suspicious for my liking and constantly having to reassure her of my loyalty to Caleb is wearing. As is re-emphasising that marrying a human is not grounds for judging anyone. Marrying an idiot human, yes, that would be grounds for complaint, but then I fail to see how that is different from marrying an idiot elf. Or any other sort of idiot for that matter.
*sigh*
It would be nice to state one's position before the accusation of being "a conclave elf" is levelled at you. I'm still not sure what one of those is or how many limbs it should have.
Yet I feel no sense of racial superiority that Rebraal might attest to. Instead I found myself looking at the elves resident in the Jackals lands with an increasing sensation of annoyance and disdain.
They do nothing.
At least nothing I could see. Perhaps they operate industriously beyond the spectrum of visible light, but somehow I doubt it.
I will not claim that I have never seen a more useless group of arm waving, small minded, vacuous, ineffectual creatures, because the reality is they are manifest in all races. But, I had expected better from other elves. Apsenniel spent a great deal of time, speaking eloquently and with great passion, about awakenings only to be met with an infuriatingly muted response. I hold a far higher opinion of Burnscar than I do of these wretches, but then I've always believed in judging on merit rather than sweeping generalisations of race or respiration for that matter.
I'm really not sure these elves are the ones Rebraal has in mind when speaking about "elven superiority."
Did I mention they wear scarves round their head hiding their ears? Apparently we're supposed to instinctively be able to tell that they are Elves. How does that work? On what basis am I judging their elvishness?
Grace? - sadly lacking. Any suggestions of healthy diet and regular exercise have gone unheeded.
Drive? - mostly non existent, possibly due to the aforementioned.
Wisdom? - not exactly the most inspiring 'brains trust.'
Combat Expertise - if I were reliant on such individuals for survival in a battle, I'd surely be dead.
Perhaps I am being unkind, but I am tired, grumpy and have an endless amount of paperwork awaiting me when I return to the preceptory, so I do not feel disposed to kindness at this time.
I do not include Al-Reisha as part of this ineffectual collective, although she is far too suspicious for my liking and constantly having to reassure her of my loyalty to Caleb is wearing. As is re-emphasising that marrying a human is not grounds for judging anyone. Marrying an idiot human, yes, that would be grounds for complaint, but then I fail to see how that is different from marrying an idiot elf. Or any other sort of idiot for that matter.
*sigh*
It would be nice to state one's position before the accusation of being "a conclave elf" is levelled at you. I'm still not sure what one of those is or how many limbs it should have.
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