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04/06/10(Tue)11:42 No.9017275>>9017260 It's the middle of his life, and it's no longer safe for anyone to wander the wilderness. The orcs are everywhere. The town's under constant siege and the population has declined. It's forced to live off of its own resources. Trade has become impossible.
Then, suddenly, erupting from the ruined forest, elves.
Thousands upon thousands of elves, So many elves that they could've never had hidden there, plowing into the green tide of orcs with magical steel and brilliant magic.
Yet they don't stop there. In their terrible wrath, they tear the walls asunder and butcher everything in their way. Every obstacle is destroyed, whether it's human or orc in origin. The only way to survive is to run, and so he runs. Many of his family do not make it. Their screams are accompanied by the musical laughter of his childhood friend.
He's become an old man. People don't care about orcs anymore. They stopped caring about orcs long ago. Elves were the problem. Elves could never tell the difference between orc or man. They killed both, without distinction. Living in a small, sheltered community, hiding from the fae race that had suddenly dominated the continent and overgrown all other civilization with their majestic forests, he told his grandchildren of the elves. It didn't matter that they had stopped attacking. That they had disappeared into the hearts of the forests that they had created. They were a menace. They were a threat. Humanity needed to remember that.
He dies. Time passes. Eventually, the elven civilization fades into small groves and in its place, the younger races prosper. They forget why the elves were feared.
The cycle starts again. |