Rust Monster

Welcome to my mind. I suggest you avoid door number 2, its kind of messy in there, and move right on to the large room down the hall. Over the next couple of months I will to present to you some helpful hints for role playing the various races that inhabit the Forgotten Realms. Nothing set in stone, just some guidelines I like to follow when I’m attempting to get in character for an evening of sword and sorcery in exotic Faerun. So without further ado, here’s article #1, sun elves and those around them.

“That you should be thankful I saved you is not surprising. Indeed, I wager that the remainder of your tragically short life will be forever brightened by my very presence. After all, how often does a human get to glimpse the radiance of a sun elf?”

Talosian Luel’fer Paladin of Corellon Larethian

Sun elves believe that they are the crowning achievement of the elven gods and that all that followed since their creation is, if not a mistake, tragically imperfect. Regardless of alignment, the majority of Sun Elves will secretly harbor a sense of superiority in their heart to all around them. They may be haughty, or overly sympathetic, but have no doubts that your Sun Elf friend secretly feels that you’d be a much better person if you’d only been born a Sun Elf. With that in mind, my friend Talosian has decided to give me some brief comment on some of the races he’s met while traveling the width and breadth of Faerun.

• The beauty and grace of the Moon Elves are unquestioned. In form and function they are nearly as perfect as we are. Yet, they debase themselves as a race with their predilection to be common. Such a shame.
• Wood Elves have eroded in their values. They live like peasants because they presume to believe that it is they, not we, who embody what it means to be an elf. Their refusal to mix with the world of humans is commendable but I am confident that the fate of the people is something higher than a hut in the trees and bears in the kitchen.
• Drow should be slain on sight.
• Humans are a race of children, so blinded by the shortness of their lives that they are incapable of grasping the greater truths of the world. Undoubtedly, there are some who are intelligent, some who are wise, and even some who have come to know the greater truth which elude their race as a whole. But those who achieve that are truly exceptional, an anomaly of their race. The average human runs blindly from decade to decade, devoid of meaning or purpose. Their one gift seems to lie in their ability to breed. That same gift I fear will be our eventual undoing.
• Halflings and Gnomes are to be pitied in some sense. They enjoy life but nature has played a cruel trick on them and denied them the blessing of being an elf while cursing them with many of the elves sensibilities.
• Dwarves are uncouth and rude. They should know better, yet it seems they spend the majority of their lives in dank caves. It would seem that the only remedy they have is to spend days on end drinking that foul brew which they are so proud of. Occasionally you’ll find one who is tolerable as a traveling companion but would you really want to introduce them to your family?
• Half-Elves are a tragedy. I pity them though I hold nothing but scorn for the Elf who participated in this grievous mating. Someone asked me once why I held my scorn only for the elf and not for the human as well. My answer to that is simple. The elf should have known better. The human is human. Need I say more?
• Half-Orcs are hardly better than the race for which they are named. Ugly, deformed, unintelligent, and uncouth they are beneath my notice and I do not believe for a moment that one of them could rise above the crude stuff from which they are made.

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