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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Edena_of_Neith" data-source="post: 3549838" data-attributes="member: 2020">That part of the story is about how, to use your point, the pacifistic and slowly reproducing elves collapsed in the face of aggressors.  Haldendreeva was about how the elves twisted reality, twisted themselves, did some rather wierd things, in order to survive.  Think of the munchkin things some players do, then extrapolate it to a whole city.  For example, the elves Lifeproofed their entire population, then hid the gems in an extradimensional reality.  The elves used a spell they found to change their enemies into ... Haldendreevan elves.  The former enemy kept all his powers and abilities excluding racial ones, and gained the elven racial abilities.  The elves used this spell a lot.  The elves created a resurrection spell that didn't cause experience point drain.  They then used it endlessly to resurrect their own fallen, and the spirits of the fallen wanted to return.  The elves created stasis clones and hid them all over the multiverse.  The elves found ways to cast astonishing numbers of spells, and astonishing numbers of spells all at once.  But what is most twisted is why the elves did all this.  The elves became like maniacal kender.  You know Dragonlance kender?  Well, think of kender whose sole joy and obsession in life is battle, war, strategy, tactics, and how to twist magic ever more oddly to do their bidding.  And to obtain ever more powerful magic and more powerful weapons of war.  Think of kender unafraid of injury or death, innured to torture, expecting all this and wanting it as the primary joy in life.  Repeatedly dying, repeatedly raised or wished back, dying again, raised again, cloned, duplicated, contingencied, messed up until life and death become meaningless, and war is the sole purpose of a surreal existence.  As this madness continued, the elves grew more and more powerful (higher in level) which in turn fueled the madness, which fueled their power, which fueled the madness.  And enabled the madness to branch out into new and ever more bizarre realms as the elves discovered higher and higher orders of magic.  And this enabled them to start ever new forms of warfare, growing ever more creative about how they planned to destroy the enemy.  Like kender, the elves remained 'nice people' when they weren't fighting.  They never started a fight.  Heck, they even crafted a pact which kept them from accidentally fighting each other.  The elves were 'merry, frivolous, and flighty' when they weren't fighting, especially when they were discussing warfare (which was nearly always.)  They even 'danced, sang, and drank' when one of those rare times occurred that they were not fighting.  In otherwords, they were totally demented, a nightmare out of the worst of munchkinland.  They retained as much of their former elven selves as perhaps they could have, but in the face of literally constant war with numerous enemies they began strange critters.  Then they started fighting Vecna and his legions, and the strange meter broke, as the elves became supermages and superclerics and used magic to twist reality beyond all recognition, in their efforts to beat this titanic enemy.  The elves of Haldendreeva failed to remain elves, despite all their efforts.  One must wonder, if another, more creative group of elves, in their place, could have come up with a better answer?  I think a better answer could have been found.  But what that answer is, I don't know.</blockquote>

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