"We can discuss this later. Let's save the child, defuse the situation, and then worry about getting you to understand why Ras hates you specifically and not your entire race. Ras listened to Order with a frown but smiled to Jim when she finished.<span style="color: #ffffff">"She's getting better." </span>Jim looked back to Order and nodded. "Ras says you're getting better at dealing with mortals."<span style="color: #ffffff">"Well, being that I'm the offspring of Arlokk and The'kal I can tell you that there are no gods left to demand anything of you. There's no power to be had. Arlokk and The'kal? Quite dead, by the way, it was a very tragic... civil war between the Loa that eventually ended in their ends. And you're wrong, you did make the gods vicious monsters. You and your stupid ritual sacrifices empowered the gods and made them crave it. The Loa were nothing without followers, if you ignored them they would wither and die. It was fanatics, murderers, who thought their Loa was the 'right' one. She's right, what would vengeance actually get you? There's an old saying, an eye for an eye makes everyone blind. Do you want to leave the Elven children to their own, what few survive will learn it was your doing that lead to their parent's deaths. Hardened by a life without shelter they'll easily hunt down and slaughter your offspring. Is that really a cycle you want to start?" </span>Ras looked at Order then to Jim.<span style="color: #ffffff">"One of her kind murdered my own daughter, turned her to dust in the middle of my living room. This one here turned another innocent woman who knew nothing but war and conflict to dust in front of her own family. A woman with a pure heart who grew up in a life of war, slaughtered in front of her loved ones because all she knew was how to fight. She can do it, she is a goddess. But there's no promise that she will do it, she's a monster at heart."</span>Jim frowned and punched Ras hard enough to knock him off the altar, an act that had Jim thrown into a nearby tree in retaliation.<span style="color: #ffffff">"I know you like getting your ass kicked by men, but try to keep your hands to yourself." </span>Jim pulled himself to his feet and nodded. "She can do that if you ask her. But she won't do it for free. If you want your family back you have to pledge yourself to her cause. She'll give you the means to route the corrupted leaders among Troll kind, but should you yourself prove to be impure of heart she'll strike you down."<span style="color: #ffffff"> "Really? Elune, my love. Can you come resurrect this Troll's family before Order turns him into some kind of murder-slave?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>