Your mayfly post haunts me. What do you MEAN “It seems my prize boars can make even mother’s glorified carcasses swell with piglets.” WHAT??? Terrifying. Tell me more
oh the mayfly! it's been a while since I touched that one lmao I'll drop the deep lore!
the real tale of the three gods is as such:
in the long-forgotten past, the gods were many. the homes of humans were their hunting grounds, and they gorged themselves on flesh and soul alike. there was no defying them, no killing them, no hiding from them. the people could only mourn their dead and carry on, as it had always been.
and then, one day, a plague came, more terrible and deadly than all the gods combined. the gods could not survive without their prey.
when the humans began to sicken and die, Ennloran, one of the greatest and cruelest of the gods, refused to face oblivion. she led her mate, Innik, and their daughter, Ahndin, to one of the few untouched human settlements.
once inside, she turned on her family, devouring Innik alive and wounding Ahndin before the younger goddess could escape. with the power taken from her mate's soul and her daughter's blood, Ennloran broke the connection between the villager's souls and their bodies, separating them from death. they would survive the plague, and not even old age could touch them.
these were, of course, the first elves.
but human souls were not meant to exist suspended from their bodies. to anyone with a sense for the spiritual, it was obvious that they were rotting, unnoticeable to their fellows until many centuries had passed. madness and mutation will overtake them eventually.
gravely injured from her mother's attack, Ahndin escapes to the farthest village she can reach. too weak to hunt, she starts digging up the mass graves of the plague dead to fill her belly. hoping to spare themselves her eventual wrath, the neighboring settlements start delivering their own dead to her, accidentally nursing the goddess back to health.
she digs herself a nest. the humans keep delivering bodies.
over the centuries, as the rest of her kind die off, Ahndin survives on the offerings of her followers. her nest evolves into sprawling catacombs.
and so we get the current state of things-- elves, seeing themselves as above the rest and unaware that they are decaying food for a cruel goddess, and the rest of humanity, worshiping an ancient predator with offerings of their dead.
TL;DR: Ahndin is calling March-Enn's mother a corpse, because that's how she sees elves, and describing his father, one of her followers, as a prized farm animal. And not in a nice way.
