-Constantly releasing spores, the resulting children have some of their parents memories. if you can collect a
hundred of these children, murder them and stick em in a blender, the resulting
green plant goo should biomerge into their parent, memories intact. Peasants
dump their spores freely, royal families keep close track of their children as
insurance. Very vain elfs murder their babies to make clones.
-Re-incarnation with full memories. your baby just got up,
paid you womb-rent then walked out the door. As is the custom.
-Whatever killed an elf slowly turns into that elf, they
psychologically aren’t them but for all purposes in elf society they now are them and take on all their responsibilities.
-Return to the astral dimensions as a cosmic plant ghost. not exactly enlightened or benevolent now though and still holds petty grudges and
wishes. Has tiny cosmic sway in the
universe, affecting probabilities, creating breezes and knocking over vases. Perfect
for revenge.
-Whenever a tree dies, it re-incarnates as an elf. When an elf dies a tree
grows. The few seconds wait inbetween transition is absolute bliss and addictive. Addicts hide entire orchards of fell trees and dead bodies that look
like them, very shameful.
- All elfs have beautiful self-portraits, made of moss, that age for them dorian grey style. Rich elfs
enjoy entire green galleries of themselves,
and a peaceful immortality. Peasants wither and die as they desperately try to
make a shabby drawing of themselves. Artists are highly prized.
-memories and psyche go to the elfs next of kin directly on
death. Sometimes the new host is just like before, just with new insight on
their distant relatives weird life, or the deceased’s memories take over the host's body.
-Upon bathing in the elf-spring, elfs shed their skin and de-age. A pact makes the spring neutral territory and un-claimable, but
some really mean elfs are trying to find a loophole and get monopoly on it.
-Mother’s breast milk grants eternal life, but only to her
direct children, and must be drank monthly. Literally everyone is still
breastfeeding, even your great great great grandmother is still alive and
suckling. To be weaned is to be shamed, disowned and sentenced to a slow death.
-elfs are a terraforming tool, the seeds in an elf’s wooden bones sprout into sentient forests.
-The bugs that feed on their bodies are changed. They bury
themselves deep underground and cocoon for a 100 years like a cicada. Emerges as
the same elf they ate.
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