Elves Versus Dwarves -- Who Is Better?
Game Master Chainmail

Here is the thread for both groups.

The messengers entered the plain apartment. It could have been a room anywhere on the continent. Except for the black cloaked figure that appeared more insubstantial than substantial. What is going on? came out from the general direction of the head in a hoarse, ominous whisper.

The first messenger reports, "The elves had more humility than anyone could imagine, and through stoic endurance, they have avoided conflict with their nearest neighbors. They have secured essential supplies for their continued survival. Already the humans seem taken with their ambassador."

The second messenger reports, "It goes well for the dwarves too. After a treacherous ambush and being outnumbered three to one, the dwarves somehow managed to fight the humans to a draw and earn their respect. They too have renewed their source of supplies."

The whispering voice continues, "Not again, not again."

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Go the Dwarves! We rock!!

Haha, assuming you only just finished it, then it must have taken you much much longer than it took us. Surely therefore it proves that dwarves thinking patterns have the same pace as the stones they stand upon, i.e none

Haha 'More humility'? Sounds like you prissy elves bent over backwards. The Dwarves made the humans respect them!

Haha 'More humility'? Sounds like you prissy elves bent over backwards. The Dwarves made the humans respect them!

We simply decided that the higher road was the better, and that there was little point in drawing weapons when the whole of the city could then attack to a man. We were but 6, and so we very simply took the road of peace and eventual prosperity.

"Sounds ta me like ye don't 'ave any fire in yer bellies. What's gonna 'appen when ye can't talk yer way outta a spot o' trouble, eh?"

You would have to be a fool to think that we would never join battle. If there is no other option, then we shall unleash everything that we have upon our enemy, and may the gods show them mercy, for we wont.

Another quiet gathering an a nondescript apartment. Two messengers once again arrive and report.

A whispered voice croaks, "Report."

The first messenger reports, "The dwarves have entered the icy wastelands and the icy monolith. They have not been thwarted because every trace of undead power is gone from there. The skeleton lord must have lost."

The whispered voice speaks, "Skeletons, ghouls, poison gas, and diabolical traps were not enough. That is disturbing."

The second messenger reports, "The elves were thwarted by the Rovagug cult. But now the Rovagug cult has triumphed over nature and are sapping the power of the dryad for evil purposes. Unfortunately the elves escaped with their lives."

"The bad news is a human kingdom revolted and is planning on allying with the elves. They are thick as thieves with the elves. This new human nation is weak, but they are rebuilding."

The voice whispers again, "A third player emerges, these Rovagug cultists are dangerous. Dispatch someone to watch them. They may be more dangerous than the elves and dwarves combined."

It seems that the elves weren't able to talk they way through the Rovagug cult and had to go running to the humans for help. Let the humans do the fighting while they keep their hands clean.

Two more messengers discuss their news before meeting the cloaked figure that fills them with dread.
The first one says, "I hope he likes your news better than mine."
The second messenger says, "The dwarves are easy to follow, they leave a trail of bodies and angry humans everywhere. Unfortunately the must have found the old Grandmaster's sanctuary and looted it. They are trading with the humans and I think they have the hated artifact. The good news is they are on their third leader, and it is another ranger."
The second messenger responds, "The Coastal kingdom is firmly allied to the elves. They gave the elves the other cursed artifact as a gift--who would have thought that? The elves have disappeared in the heart of the large human city without a fuss. All we know is they have added a cursed paladin to the team. They are probably charming everyone they meet again."
They both do not speak about the missing third messenger. No news on the Rovagug cult may not be a good sign.

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Somewhere in a padded cell deep beneath the mountains.

"THEY CALLED ME A HOBBIT!"

A dwarf in a straight-jacket foams at the mouth and and starts singing a rather impolite song about human genitals to the tune of an accursed song from the deepest bowels of the abyss.

R.I.P. Brask Alpsbane.

"...The elves have disappeared in the heart of the large human city..."

"Wait. Elves? Those guys with big pointy ears and a foot and a half on me? What kind of idiot can't track 'em in a human city?"

They both do not speak about the missing third messenger. No news on the Rovagug cult may not be a good sign.

The short red-head whistles innocently as she pushes a man with a half-dozen arrows sticking out of his back under the table.

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"Er... Ahem. Must have taken a wrong turn there... A lot of short hairy men in here." ;)

"OI! I'm neither a man nor hairy! Thank you!"

Wrong thread? Typical Dwarven sense of direction.

The elves must all be blind because while she is short, Joan is obviously not stout enough to be a dwarf maiden.

Dwarf maidens are as rarely seen as Elven men.

Hey, girly-men are still men. Also, shouldn't this chatter be in discussion?

"My apologies for the offense, it was not intended Milady." Wil bows his head, ignoring the snipes and jibs of these strange folk. "Soon we will earn the respect of our fellows and come to some type of cooperation with one another."