And the elves, bah! All they can do is sit in their forest and wait to be conquered.
"Then perhaps ye would be kind enough to tell them something for me." Elminster rounded the bed to place himself between Lord Imesfor and the priestess. "Tell them the council would do well to recall how many friends the elves truly have among men - lest they chase them all off with their boneheadedness!"
Angharradh’s eyes widened. "I couldn't possibly-"
"Ye could and ye shall." Elminster shooed her toward the door. "And be quick about it, before I make a caryatid of ye
Laeral held the door. "I suggest you hurry. You know how rash and impatient we humans can be."
[Cally] herself went on Mendy's list of people to expect unbalanced things from, about the time she started skipping away down the hall singing like some manic, killer child, "I get to kill a Darhel, I get to kill a Darhel."
I was taught the pike by Durhann himself. Marcus Cole:
Really? So was I.
See you in hell.
blowing up the Black Star, Babylon 5
Frankly, he's more than a little arrogant, Benjamin. Sisko:
(struggling not to laugh
) Is he? Dax:
Okay, for a Trill, that's to be expected. Check.
There's nothing worse than addressing a room full of pointy-eared blowhards.
: Elves have strange powers. Sten
: Being easily conquered does not constitute a "power."
You know what Orzammar
is? It's cramped tunnels, filled with nug-shit and body-odor. And every person there
thinks he's better than you
because his great-great-great grandfather made a water-clock or something?!
: You do not belong here, shemlen. Snarky!Hawke
: What about my... Dear Maker! Where did my self-righteousness and pointy ears go? Terath
: Why you... you... Shemlen!
I love nailing asari. So ageless and superior - then you get them, and they squeal like schoolgirls.
: And who is this human
, Tassadar? Raynor
: The name's James Raynor, pal
. And I won't be talked down to by anybody - not even a Protoss. Aldaris
: Your taste in companions grows ever more inexplicable...
Oh, it's good to see civilization
Civilization? No. This is a collection of shanties built by monkeys. Establish a stable, unified society with ten thousand years of beautiful culture, and then
we'll talk. Red Mage:
Y'know, I've always been meaning to ask you something. If you elves are so great, why is your technology on par with humans even though you had a nine thousand year head start?
) That's how we like it. Red Mage:
And how unified can elf society be if there was that outcast clan? They were fighting a shadow war to dissolve your kingdom. Black Mage:
One of them poisoned your dad. Red Mage:
In fact, wasn't the throne nearly usurped by them had it not been for our extremely non-elfy
No more questions. The answers would only further confuse your simple minds.
DM: You find yourselves in Lothlórien, the home of elvendom on Earth. Here there is no weariness or sign of decay. Merry:
Bah. It's just a bunch of people who won't share their trees with us. Boromir:
Not only does this place not have an inn, it doesn't even have houses. They all live in trees. Aragorn:
No shops or blacksmith either! Boromir:
Is this how they greet adventurers? "Welcome noble champions, feel free to sleep on our dirt, here are some pointy sticks.
" No shops, no sidequests, the people are snooty and we're sleeping on the ground underneath their spectacular treetop city of lights and music. These are the magical elves? These guys are jerks. Aragorn:
You know what I'm thinking? Boromir: Only you can promote forest fires? Aragorn:
Hey, you know what really gets under my skin? Proverbially, of course? A century of wizards looking down their damn noses at me
. Energy Drain!
I know people think I'm stupid. Because I'm not a wizard. Because I get bored easily
. Because I have no interest in strategy or tactics or contingency planning
. Energy Drain! But see, I've learned a lot over the years since I died
. A lot more than I learned during my life. And now I see that planning doesn't matter. Strategy doesn't matter. Only two things matter: Force in as great a concentration as you can manage
, and style
. And in a pinch, style can slide
. Energy Drain! In any battle, there's always a level of force against which no tactics can succeed. For example, all I need to do is keep smacking you with Energy Drains, and soon you won't be able to cast any of your fancy spells at all. Energy Drain! Because yes, I am a sorceror - and this magic is in my bones, not cribbed off of "Magic for Dummies." And I can keep casting the same friggin' spell at you until you roll over and die
. You can have your finely-crafted watch
- give me the sledgehammer to the face any day
. ENERGY DRAIN!
Vaarsuvius: While I respect your clear mental discipline
, I will not allow you to injure my allies. Laurin:
Don't tell me what I'm "allowed" to do, elf. You people up there in your lush forest while the rest of us have to fight for scraps - you can shove your false respect, because you don't know anything about me!
We merely use these crude vessels
to interact with subcreatures such as you! Vexxarr: Subcreatures
, eh? Foss:
What is... er... that thing? Vexxarr:
Behold a sand wedge
. I use it to interface with irritants such as you