The Elf Explains
"Unfortunately, before the elves of protection could gather a
large enough army, the great kings discovered their numerous refuges
when a young man with fair skin and blond hair tramped across this
very desert like terrain and tripped into a pothole. The ancient
ground tumbled down and the elves and refugees were exposed to the
man. The elves reckoned and pleaded with this peasant to spare them
and not turn them in, but the great benefits and rewards caused him to
turn in the elves and refugees into the king. After that, the elves
were never seen again."
"But you, my dear child, are a lost ancestor of these great
elves! You possess all of their great powers and their unwavering
kindness. With your help, we can help to overthrow this king and save
our world!" The elf ended with a mighty huzzah, and smiled at you
with the whitest teeth you've ever seen.
The elf runs his dwarfish hands through his hair and begins to speak.
"You are one of the elves of protection. A few years ago, when
cruel kings and other feudal power holders ruled this land, they
forced the unsuspecting citizens to work on building monuments to
their "great" king. The elves of protection would help to
save as many poor citizens as they could, and let them take refuge in
their dens until they could build up a workforce to fight."
