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« on: February 14, 2011, 07:24:21 pm »
And when the living rock had become dead, hiding the spark of life within, thus grew the world.
From the rock itself, beaten to soil and clay by wind and water (work of foul elven half-gods from when Armok invented booze and went a little overboard), sprang the trees. From the trees descended the elves: short, pointy-eared, and determined to protect their progenitors. And so the elves built great civilizations, but cut off from the trees they dropped, growing into Men through their unnatural bonding with stone over tree. And Armok saw the elves and humans. And was most displeased.
And so did Armok come to view the world with disgust. Grabbing the most putrid mucous of his own Great and Magma-filled nasal cavity, Armok cast the Goblin Scourge to the earth. And he gifted them with the most sacred of gifts: the secrets of the life of rock. With the secret to bend stone itself to their ☼iron will☼, the goblins did attack and destroy much of the elves and humans. But the humans took the secret of iron from the goblins and so lived. And the elves took a page from their forest-kin rabbits and so lived. But the goblins stopped not. Armok looked upon his living stone and, desiring a true champion on his planet that could be looked upon with pride, created a single stocky being. And he was called: Urist. And unto Urist the gravest secrets were revealed. The art of using the living stone itself. The secrets of magma and steel. Thus, the Dwarven race came to be.
Meanwhile, through entirely seperate and unanticipated evolutionary processes, a gang of muskrats gain sentience and decide "Dude, let's steal stuff."
