Boo freakin’ hoo, elf! You lost your POEMS? And you’re in too much of a funk to man up and go find them yourself?
Also, what is this, Freshman Creative Writing? I do not need to know about the mating habits of elves. If this is any indication, I’m really shocked the species has survived. “No dear, not now… no, I don’t have a headache, I just can’t find these five poems I was going to read to you to put you in the mood!”
On a side note, only an elf is so incompetent as to drop poems in five completely different places and then forget about where he dropped them. You don’t need a helping hand, you need a full brain transplant.
Well, they live forever or quite long, don’t they? So they have plenty of time to mess up before they learn to do it right.
But it shows a certain amount of arrogance to consider someone else more suitable to fix their mess than themselves.
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Stupid quest texts are hardly an elf-specific problem …
That quest text is actually a pretty amusing piece of writing and rather cleverly done. I do like a bit of postmodern irony in my high fantasy, I must say.
I’m starting to think Syp’s quite vocal “Elf hate” is a smokescreen. Admit it, big boy, you love the pointy ears and androgyny.
But when a dwarf does the same with his tools, well that’s okay, is it.
lol, Syp
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