[H1][center] El [/center][/h1]

Watching the Drow attack the man with her words, and finally with what he could have had. At least for some time the joy of his youth and health. She was sure the only thing that saved his life was her vindictiveness,  what better curse for a man who is looking for death?

And that thought is what pushed El to anger.

"Listen to me [I] young man [/I] you have not lived long enough to understand old age, you are barely more than a child to me. But even one such as you can understand that seeking death is a fool's errand. There is no turning back from that fateful encounter. Have you not thought of those who would mourn your passing?" The words were ground out between jaws tightened in anger.

"What do you know of death?" Jerking the cowl off of her face, she revealed her appearance. "Look at me and see, my very blood kills me. I must devour the flesh of animals and men to breathe the next day. I hide in shadows, and under the blessing of a Goddess whose dedicates would scorn and kill me. I fear the very thing that gives you life, for it brings me nothing but pain and death. You are a fool and coward." Her righteous anger drew her words tight with emotions she barely concealed on any given day.

"And you speak of sins. I watched your people drag life and civilization out of the bones of the iron coast, I watched the rise and luxuries of your people as they paraded [b] my [/b] forests. I did not strike your people down, hoping that one day you could learn from your own mistakes. Now I regret not slaughtering the men from that time. Look where it has brought us? And when the necromancer rose, I wished him luck. For his was a just campaign, revenge on the people who betrayed and killed his family. And then when [I] he [/I] sought peace, it was again your people who betrayed him. Now instead of looking for death, climb off of your high horse, and stand tall,  clean your slate. Wrap your falsehood of a persona around you and act like a man. You are more than your wishes and desires, you are a servant of the empire and it needs you to fix this, not throw your life away. If your age is such a problem, ask one such as I or the Drow to change it. If your sins are such a heavy burden, remember you are here seeking forgiveness. The gods favor those who act, not those who rush to their own death. For you are close to losing two companions this day, the way you are now? You might as well draw the High Elve's blade and slice your throat, for me to feast on your corpse. For you are worth no more than the cattle led to slaughter at this time." Her scorn and fury left her breathless, she barely noticed the flush riding on her face, or the weakness the sun brought her.

"Now will you lose your pride and live? Fight for the survival of all, and not die as a fool unprepared, due to sins that are only half deserved?"