The World of Tamriel - People: E||
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High elves consider themselves to be the only perfect race. Over hundreds of years they have bred themselves into a racially pure line, and are now almost identical to one another in appearance. The theory that the High Elves do not reproduce as quickly or as often as humans is false. Rather, and to my horror, they kill nine out of ten babies born to them in their obession for purity.Fortunately in present day, we have a much better knowledge of the High Elves then this grossly biased Imperialiast opinion. Eric had similar things to say about the Bosmer which he stayed with for a time in the capital city of Falinesti after being dismissed from the Court of Alinor.
The Alter despise other Elves as unsophisicated churls and barely consider the non-Aldemeri races at all. They pay thier Imperial tithes, I'm sure, not for fear of war with the humans but rather to keep an invasion from 'infecting' their islands.
Breeding outside the pure line is a terrible, unthinkable crime, and taken as 'prima facia' evidence of the tainted blood of the individual in question - if they were pure, they wouldn't have the impulse to do it. Exile to the mainland is regarded as equivalent to a death sentence, since their is no purpose in living outside their ideal society.
They have a high regard for order and gravitate naturally towards wearing uniforms and speaking in formal patterns. Their trees and their livestock have been bred to be as standard and ideal as they are. They have no real names of their own, only combinations of numbers that, when spoken aloud, sound to the human ears as such. They feel no real tenderness for one another and have no concept of compassion.
They are decadent and self-obsessed, and prize form and their own brand of manners or style as their main value. Aware of thier aristocratic position, they surround themselves with riches and treasures, the workds of great artists and the finest of everything, but have no real appreciation for any of these things. Each of them us concerned soley with himself, and as a result they do no real socializing, thye meet and hold courts only to demonstrate their importance and power to each other. Rarely to they speak to the human ambassadors of Cyrodiil, when they do, their speech is full of riddles, or spell-words that enchant one to a satisfied madness.
No less abhorrent are the Bosmer that thier kin at Summerset, but they are far more cooperative. The Wood Elves love the current human activity because it makes the feel important.
They are exclusively and religiosly carnivorour. They cannot, or will not, eat anything that is plant-based. They eat game, beastfolk, each other, or meats imported from other regions. This part of the Green Pack is known as the Meat Mandate, and, amoung its other rules, it requires that a fallen enemy must be eaten completely before three days pass. The family members of the warrior that slew the enemy may help him with his meal. Needless to say, the Wood Elves do not like to engage in large battles if they have not undergone a suitable starvation period.
Though they are excellent archers, the Green Pact forces their bowyers and fletchers to use bone or similar materials, or to buy bows and arrows from other cultures. The use of woodcrafts created by another race is not forbidden, nor is the sale of their own Valenwood timber as long as it is collect by a non-Bosmer,.
The Wood Elves, of course, cannot smoke anything of a vegetable nature. Bone pipes are common, however, and are filled with caterpillars or tree grubs.
For a brief time the Colvian armies used Wood Elf archers, as in the War of Rihad two years past. The Bosmer proved to be too undisciplined and prone to desertion for furthur use. They would sometimes walk into the shade of a single tree and vanish. Their forest-coupling skills are remarkable. The title of their most famous poem, the 'Meh Ayleidion', means, 'The One Thousand Benefits of Hiding'.
At the trading posts of the Empire, the Wood Elves become very happy. Some creations of carpentry delight them to no end. Most of it has never occured to them. They bring their own trade items: hides, river pearls, finger-born charms made from the still-magically-charged hands of their dead wizards. They often buy woodcrafts that they have no use for or whose use theu never bother to find out. Some of the bravest Wood Elven warriors use wagon wheels as shields, or as (they think) impressive headgear.
While sometimes amusing, the Bosmer have a bestial side. They can resort to animal shapes if they need to, or water. Their most dreaded transformation is the Wild Hunt, which killed King Borgas for the 'iniquities' of his Alessian faith. The Wild Hunt is a pack of shifting forest-demons and animal-gods, thousands strong, which sweeps through the countryside killing everything in its path. The Wood Elves do not like to talk about the Hunt, and I gather they do not feel proud of this power at all -- Gomini, my Bosmer companion of late, tells me that the Hunt is used for justive, but that also 'every monster in the world that has ever been comes from a previous Hunt. Those Bosmer that go Wild, they do not return.'
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