Elves Know Not Age and are Fascinated by Those That Do

Every elf wakes knowing that they will never change. Not truly.

Night Elves make for good Sylvans.

The word age doesn't mean the same thing to them as it does to us humans. We grow throughout our entire lives and then we wither. Elves, however, are like roses. Roses are only beautiful because they have been plucked before they withered, and all elves have been plucked from the corpse of God.

They are the living blood splatters of a conflict older than time. God's body breaks apart and rains across creation and under slaughtered shadows elves awake. From there, they make their decision.

Elves who remain as they are claim the name of Everlasting. They are perfect beings akin to angels. They live to make the world more beautiful, and are divine sovereigns all.

Elves who seek to become like their murdered parent are Sylvan. They venture into the depths of fairy tale and embrace the strange fiction of thousands of cultures.

Elves who resent the world for their murdered parent become Drow. Their spite burns thier flesh and blinds their eyes to the sun.

Three types of elf live in this world. None of them age. They can't understand the impatience of mankind or the growing weariness of dwarves. Those who have been awake the longest have seen the world change half a hundred times over. Such creatures don't make bonds like we do. To elves, all things are temporary, fleeting--and that creates ambivalence or lust or hatred in their hearts for creation's whole.

Perhaps this is why so many clerics believe that elves are the origins of mankind's many gods. Immortal creatures of magic and might--how could old tribes who painted with mud on walls not see them as something greater? Our oldest statues are living things, trance-locked elves who are resting for eons before walking the world again. People build shrines around them and burn incense. Prayers are made in hopes that one day, the patron elf will awaken and create some miracle.

But the elves know that miracles are something that cannot be created. Human life, after all, is the greatest miracle off all. That something that naturally dies could become so great...

It is astounding. That is why they join us on quests and adventures.

We fleeting flames that burn out so quickly capture their hearts just as they do ours.