Mine have a saying as well. "Push humans back into the sea". We aren't kind enough to give reminders for things that should never have been forgotten. [ Maybe he shouldn't be surprised by the city elves dispositions here. It's very similar to those in his world, thinking they're doing some huge work of rebellion by not letting a human pass through a door first, or price gouging them on items, cornering a single drunk in a dark alley, oh ho ho, take that, humans. He'd heard of the revolt in Halamshiral, read of it in the library, and while it's a sad thing, the worse part of it, in his opinion, is that they stopped there.
who gives a fuck about some houses and a tree? humans are more dependent on their eyesore cities than elves have ever needed to be, the Dalish of this world prove that enough. Iorveth would've had them burn their mansions, docks and courtyards to ash. lock celene in her palace and listen to her scream as the flames ate away her skin. trap them in the towers they love so much. But, Iorveth is a fucking crazy person, even if it does get shit done. ]
I was a pissed off orphan. Now, I'm a Scoia'tael commander. [ picking on herbalists and weavers in the ghettos is one thing. when a scoia'tael unit moves into a nearby forest, humans learn to keep inside their walls. ] Nonhumans are allowed weapons, mostly as we're the only ones that craft them worth a damn, but using them against a human means death. Between my father, the local dwarven smith, and others my age, I learned enough to take revenge on some drunk bandits. The rest I learned from the Scoia'tael that took me in outside the city.
[ drunk bandits that kill the first of the people on that list. setting the barracks alight was retribution for the guards that did nothing about the bandits to begin with. ]
I'm sorry to hear that, of your people. You, though, seem capable of more. Perhaps you can do your race better justice. [ at least for the sake of realizing what bullshit there is in that mentality. intelligence is a far better step than knowing how to swing a sword. one of those comes with simple training and the other does not. ] What would you call your profession?
sshiiiittttt i thought i tagged this back, i am the worst
who gives a fuck about some houses and a tree? humans are more dependent on their eyesore cities than elves have ever needed to be, the Dalish of this world prove that enough. Iorveth would've had them burn their mansions, docks and courtyards to ash. lock celene in her palace and listen to her scream as the flames ate away her skin. trap them in the towers they love so much. But, Iorveth is a fucking crazy person, even if it does get shit done. ]
I was a pissed off orphan. Now, I'm a Scoia'tael commander. [ picking on herbalists and weavers in the ghettos is one thing. when a scoia'tael unit moves into a nearby forest, humans learn to keep inside their walls. ] Nonhumans are allowed weapons, mostly as we're the only ones that craft them worth a damn, but using them against a human means death. Between my father, the local dwarven smith, and others my age, I learned enough to take revenge on some drunk bandits. The rest I learned from the Scoia'tael that took me in outside the city.
[ drunk bandits that kill the first of the people on that list. setting the barracks alight was retribution for the guards that did nothing about the bandits to begin with. ]
I'm sorry to hear that, of your people. You, though, seem capable of more. Perhaps you can do your race better justice. [ at least for the sake of realizing what bullshit there is in that mentality. intelligence is a far better step than knowing how to swing a sword. one of those comes with simple training and the other does not. ] What would you call your profession?