"To wield such a complex yet delicately balanced mixture of powers within a mortal body, and to control them to such a degree... even forcing me to personally take over this imperfect vessel..."
His voice was level.
"Your potential far exceeds the limits of this mortal shell. And the thread of your destiny is far more... interesting than you know."
Corellon extended a hand toward Roland in an inviting gesture. Though his posture remained condescending, his intent to recruit was clear.
"Give up your struggles in this fragile mortal world, human."
"Submit to me, offer your loyalty. You will no longer be a pawn of fate, but a player privileged to weave its threads."
"I will guide you beyond the confines of this mortal shell, allowing the conflicting powers within you to find their true purpose and ascend. You will witness and participate in the true revival and reshaping of the Elf Race, and indeed... the entire world."
