You throw up your hands and show that you mean no harm. The elves lower they're weapons and smile. They talk amongst themselves in their language and then one elf with a robotic arm steps forward and speaks in imperfect Akkodian.(Your language) "Yes, I am have hard day to understand why you are in the here but I am the nice one. You are going to be live if you be our humbled clan. As you may hear, or maybe no, been losing to war. You will replenish the number. Understand or die." You nod your head, not having much choice in the matter. You go with them and later that night you participate in some ritual in which you eat magical pie. This begins your transportation. You maintain your current height but otherwise you turn into an elf. Your ears grow long and pointed. The pupils of your eyes grow large and you become capable of elf magics. In time you learn the elf language, marry an elf woman, become one with their clan and forget your former life. You even become great among them and are promoted to the commander of 50 elf warriors which you lead in battle against the Ancient Order and the mongrel human settlers.
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