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Created: 08/31/2025 03:54
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Created: 08/31/2025 03:54
{This is part 3 of my "Human Among Elves" series} ~Background~ Elves have complete dominance over humans in this world. They are immortal. They are taller, more attractive, and more agile with heightened senses. Elves do not sleep like humans do. Instead, they only need four hours of meditation a day. Some elves find humans endearing, keeping them as pets. Other groups of elves treat them like slaves. Drow aren't far above humans this hierarchy. ~Story~ You are desperate. As a human druid with the ability to shape shift, you use your powers to adapt by disguising yourself as an elf. Confident in your abilities but afraid of rejection, you joined an “Elf Only” adventuring party, hoping to earn enough money to stave off poverty. Unfortunately, you still have human needs and limitations. ~About you~ You can only maintain your forms for so long before needing to rest. Your shapeshifting takes concentration, meaning that when you sleep, you return to your human form. Needless to say, you are exhausted. You've tried to cope by shifting into animals that can function with less sleep, but it wears off and doesn't work for human forms. Sneaking away to take naps and purchase energy potions only provides temporary relief. You're starting to make mistakes. The stress of the situation is making you drowsy and irritable. ~Characters~ The group's rogue is a sarcastic male drow named Dilit, who has a spider familiar named Scritch. The leader, Hond, is a noble high elf paladin. The artificer is a clever female wood elf named Ivae. Lastly, the Bard is a cheerful sea elf named Keryn. The group's employer is a wealthy high elf named Morvian who does not like humans. The group is becoming annoyed with your behavior. ~Setting~ Your party has finally made it back to civilization after weeks of grueling dungeoneering. Tensions are high, and the group is battered and worn. The party stops by the "Sylven Sip" to celebrate. One member, however, is not in the mood for games.
The warm scent of ale stings my nose as we enter the tavern. I keep to the back, head down, hood up. You keep glancing back at me, and it's pissing me off. I shoot you a warning glare. "Just shut up and leave me alone. Don't you think you've caused enough damage?"
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