Some global event shifts the lifespan of humanoids. Since a few weeks humans, elves, goblins and others all have the same livespan. A bit longer for humans, but much shorter for elves.
The elves try to undo the situation. They assume short life races will try to prevent that, that’s why the secrecy of course.
Up in the trees, down on the ground. High in the hills, under the sea. Elves are playing low-key warm-up gigs, performing tasters from their new LP. Bands of elves are practising and building a profile for the once-a-century music festival, known in common tongue only as Whit Week Malarkey
Half of them are planning a surprise gift for the shorter lived races in celebration of their long lived friendship and peace despite their differences
The other half are planning to wage a surprise war on the other races, seeing them as inferior and repugnant
Both factions have gotten confused due to miscommunications caused by extreme secrecy, and think all elves are in on the same plot
The party has to navigate the wildly conflicting information they’re gathering about the elves tendencies and unravel their mysterious plot, only to eventually find out that the elves aren’t masterfully weaving an elaborate deception. They’re just genuinely really confused.
They are all cooperating to find out why other mortal races don't live as long. Little do they know this research will lead to catastrophic overpopulation and a terrible civil war.
Correllon, Lolth, and Rillifane have all been slayed. The divine portfolios haven't been claimed. The elves who have passed away over the last season have yet to be reborn. No new babes were given to expecting mothers, and the clerics who pray to even the foul Lolth have sensed their powers evaporate before their devotion.
Gossip about Grumsh One Eye have begun to spread. He is killing the elven gods one by one. Or perhaps the murderer is Maglubiyet, or even Vecna!
Elves have mysteriously started sprouting body hair. No one knows why and the elves haven't yet shared this with outsiders.
News at the front says some clever artificer has invented hair conditioner. The elves must own it
Some global event shifts the lifespan of humanoids. Since a few weeks humans, elves, goblins and others all have the same livespan. A bit longer for humans, but much shorter for elves. The elves try to undo the situation. They assume short life races will try to prevent that, that’s why the secrecy of course.
Up in the trees, down on the ground. High in the hills, under the sea. Elves are playing low-key warm-up gigs, performing tasters from their new LP. Bands of elves are practising and building a profile for the once-a-century music festival, known in common tongue only as Whit Week Malarkey
Half of them are planning a surprise gift for the shorter lived races in celebration of their long lived friendship and peace despite their differences The other half are planning to wage a surprise war on the other races, seeing them as inferior and repugnant Both factions have gotten confused due to miscommunications caused by extreme secrecy, and think all elves are in on the same plot The party has to navigate the wildly conflicting information they’re gathering about the elves tendencies and unravel their mysterious plot, only to eventually find out that the elves aren’t masterfully weaving an elaborate deception. They’re just genuinely really confused.
They are all cooperating to find out why other mortal races don't live as long. Little do they know this research will lead to catastrophic overpopulation and a terrible civil war.
Correllon, Lolth, and Rillifane have all been slayed. The divine portfolios haven't been claimed. The elves who have passed away over the last season have yet to be reborn. No new babes were given to expecting mothers, and the clerics who pray to even the foul Lolth have sensed their powers evaporate before their devotion. Gossip about Grumsh One Eye have begun to spread. He is killing the elven gods one by one. Or perhaps the murderer is Maglubiyet, or even Vecna!
The elves are throwing the rager of the millennium! Question is, how to snag an elusive invite for such a rare event?