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Sigeweard senses tension and interjects again. " Ah yes, of course...we need to get all the pieces together." He cringes as he realizes what he just said. "The wolves and ravens...um and the goblin carvings." He reaches into a satchel and removes a few scroll cases. The cleric looks to Solara and asks "Have you studied reading these yet?"

Sigeweard sighs and finishes. He seems calm and thoughtful. If he disagrees, he is very respectful of his peers and does not show it.
"So, the elves celebrate the passing of one of their own, by recanting how they lived. How perfect and like Correlon they were. How much good they left behind. How much darkness did they cut away from existence? Did they slay orcs and goblins, demons and devils, vampires and wraiths? Some build elaborate beautiful tombs and resting places, some prefer to be interred in nature. Some pass on to dwell in the court of the Seldarine, while others reincarnate. Their faith easily rivals any other I suppose." He smiles and nods, not really looking at anyone in particular.
"I don't know about this pruning business however...I prefer to find darkness and give it a sharp knock on the head! "

He half kiddingly waves his staff in a menacing manner. His gesture lightens the mood for some. For others it only reminds them of the task at hand.

" The Seldarine, saw chaos as a wondrous force, yet wanted to remain. They brought forth the first elves. Letting chaos grow and change them, but cutting away darkness, crookedness, ugliness, pain and misery. They grew wild like plants and the Seldarine pruned them. From that day, elves have been very much in tune with beauty and nature. They prune their world much like the Seldarine. They do not need the straight and tall towers of the humans, they prefer the wild, curving spirals of a great old tree or some wizardly flow of crystal and steel. For them all beautiful things are desirable, but the allure of natural random beauty is by far the greatest of all. "

Sigeweard rubs his head as if he is fighting a migraine, yet he continues. At times he stops to clarify a point with Vanya, before continuing.
"The Seldarine came to understand though they were beings of chaos, they also enjoyed existence. Life was precious to them. Chaos is a constant force and it's overwhelming entropy means death for all things eventually. Death permeates chaos and to be of it or to serve it means to surrender to the eventuality of oblivion. The Seldarine understood this and navigated through the war. Though they were not neutral, they were able to remove themselves from the struggle and see, each side had merit. Total law is stale and sterile. Total chaos is ugly and at best uncomfortable.

In time servants of law resented being sent to battle chaos. Why not just enforce the tenets of law and put a final binding stop to the flux of chaos. They revolted. The splinter formed the ideas and forces of good and evil. Life, beauty, comfort and anything that fostered these things was good. Destruction, pain, hurting, oppressing, and killing were at the other end of the spectrum. Law and chaos had elements of each. "

Cuthbert's servant continues retelling the elf's response to Nomin's query.
" Correlon's greatest and most scared gift is the purity of his design. All of the Seldarine, the deities of the elves, are responsible for some aspect of Correlon's gifts. They are ever watchful of impurity. This may seem to be a poor mix for a race who strongly espouses the free ebb and flow of chaos, but that's the real beauty of the elves "

Sigeweard wrinkles his brows at this. It borders on sacrilege to him, yet he seems to be an elf friend. perhaps he struggles with this on a personal level.

" Elven tradition teaches, that when the forces of law and chaos clashed, the Seldarine represented chaos. Many met oblivion. Immortals can be utterly destroyed. Yet, to many this was part of the chaos they allied with. At some point they came to understand something. Chaos is neither good nor evil, it's just random. Randomly beautiful or ugly. Straight and graceful or crooked and grotesque. Chaos alone is mostly a thing that can not exist for long in the world or the universe. By nature it wants to be formless. Chaos is not destruction it's a lack of construction.
The Seldarine felt a need to be. To exist. To be proud and vain. To eat sleep breath and love. In order to do this, they had to defy the lords of chaos. The lords merely wanted to eradicate law, so they could return to the primordial ooze that they had come from. Existing brought them pain and the lords of law forced them to become solid. Forced them to be. "

Sigeweard listens to the she elf. His eyes soften. His breath catches at times as he seems surprised or perhaps stunned. He nods fiercely. Though the elf still wears a translucent robe, adorned with ruined chain and scale, his eyes remain chastely on her face. He listens till she finishes, then inhales deeply.
He seems concerned. "This is complicated..." he begins.
"The elves first and most core spiritual principle is that Correlon created them to be perfect. He did so as a response to something greater than himself. To the best of his understanding, the elves are what he knows to be perfect. The same can be said of any of the elder races. "

His brow furrows as if he is contemplating some of this for the first time also. He seems to agree with what he is saying. It's odd to see a person listening to themselves talk and sorting through the information.

Once again Sigeweard steps forward and acts as a translator for Vanya. He asks you to rephrase your question. Perhaps being more specific would help. He tries to be gentle and diplomatic. "Humans have been here for far shorter than the elves, yet we have hundreds of burial rights. Depending on the particular gods worshiped, the lives we lead and even perhaps the wishes of our kin. Imagine all that multiplied a hundred fold."

He directly translates your question to her and her almost angry visage goes blank as if she is about to cast another spell. Her eyes glaze over and her trance like state lasts a few seconds. Her armor spell shimmers softly then fades away.

Sigeweard lets another stone fly at Goblin 1. . Sigeweard's att & dmg : 1d20 ⇒ 111d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Sigeweard loads a stone into his sling and spins it around, letting loose on Goblin 1. . Sigeweard's attack: 1d20 ⇒ 151d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Sigeweard loads a stone into his sling and spins it around, letting loose on Goblin 2. Sigeweard's attack: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Sigeweard glances toward the paladin, his eyes wince as the sound of the arrow echoes. He clutches his staff and runs toward the goblins. He also takes up a defensive position behind Timur.

Sigeweard slams his staff into the ground as he bellows out a prayer. "Cuthbert is with us!" He pounds a fist against his chest after he does this. An odd echo can be heard. It's like his fist is moving the air, sounding like a muffled trumpet. For a brief second the light around him distorts. He becomes blurry, then solidifies.

Sigeweard is more interested with the people at the table. He walks closer, but most of them stand up and all but ignore him. The shieldlanders walk to the bar and Furnok heads to the stairs. The tiefling is the only one who remains.