Apart from trading with them, I don't have any problem with elves. Its kobolds that I can't stand; they can't talk and all they do is attack you and try to steal your stuff. Dang things can't even put up a fight.
A master thief is no pushover. I saw multiple moderately good fighters decked out in steel fall to a master thief.
I too have a small amount of innate hate for the elves, even when playing other races like Draconians, Civilized Gorillas, Gnomes, and Humans... It all started on the fifth of Slate, 751...
The Overseer had come to the depot, everyone could feel his presence. He looked through the Elves measly offerings, scoffing at flying squirrels and hamsters. Some berries... A few barrels... This was all they had to offer? Pathetic! I want this caravan slai- El-ele... Elephants?
Four of them? THREE FEMALES AND A MALE?!? Every bauble and golden trinket in the fort was trudged to the trade depot by grumbling dwarves, weighed down by massive bins filled to the brim with billon, golden, and obsidian crafts. Finally, the Overseer thought this was a good enough amount of money to pay back the Elves with. Surely, they deserve a large amount of money for bringing us four ele- What? What do you mean,
offended? But.. But...
MY ELEPHANTS!!!...
Kill them all.So basically, the elves offered me a triplet of breeding elephants when spore breeding was still a thing, that could've given my fort a massive boost in military power, but
noooooo... They rejected me and tried to leave with my elephants over a few dozen bins. I sent my military after them, but the donkey with all four elephants on his back managed to get away. Since that day, I've carried a deep mistrust for elves, no matter how many giant tigers, rinos, and elephants they bring me.