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| + | As if the arcane forces themselves were exacting a form of retribution upon the magic using races of the world, one by one the sprites were discovered. To ask a sprite of course they always existed, such questions were as foolish as asking who birthed the sky or the ground. Mischievous and enigmatic the sprites seem uniquely tailored to be the torment of the various races of the world. | ||
| − | + | To the eminently patient elves came the Fae, prone to making increasingly outlandish requests with equally unbelievable consequences. Demanding perhaps that this field be plucked clean of any but the blue flowers before sundown, lest there be no winter this year. Or that they mustn't be spoken to in anything less than rhyming couplets. Benign requests with seemingly prescient knowledge that it would be frustratingly discourteous of an elf not to attempt at least to comply. | |
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| + | To the ambitious and industrious Dwarves came the gnomes, ever tinkering apart their tools, misplacing spanners and reorganizing drawers and carefully lain out tool kits. Perhaps they decided to alter the scale of only one section of the blueprints, innocently enough because they required more detail, but failed to inform the foreman of this adjustment. | ||
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| + | To the powerful and courageous Orcs came the goblins, meek and scrawny, wielding weapons and armors two sizes beyond what they could hope to lift, making an utter mockery of the appearance of an orc with their every action. Always enthusiastically taking part in the hunt and never failing to spook the game at the wrong moment or accidentally loose an arrow into the thigh of the captain. | ||
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| + | And lastly to the mercantile Humans came the Imps, ever willing to make a deal with increasingly fine print associated. Imps seem to delight in the ignorance of unforeseen consequence that humans characteristically dive headlong into. Though the clergy are quick to decry these creatures as demonic fiends, perhaps they are no more than mankind deserves. | ||
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| + | And so across all cultures it is found when something goes wrong a sprite is to blame, gnomes in the gear works and imps whispering mischief in the ears of drunkards. Sprites posses a sort of child-like innocence and their amusements often seem to undercut the seeming gravity of conflict within societies, To a sprite this is all just a grand game to enjoy to its fullest. Perhaps we could all learn from them. | ||
Revision as of 17:57, 27 November 2017
As if the arcane forces themselves were exacting a form of retribution upon the magic using races of the world, one by one the sprites were discovered. To ask a sprite of course they always existed, such questions were as foolish as asking who birthed the sky or the ground. Mischievous and enigmatic the sprites seem uniquely tailored to be the torment of the various races of the world.
To the eminently patient elves came the Fae, prone to making increasingly outlandish requests with equally unbelievable consequences. Demanding perhaps that this field be plucked clean of any but the blue flowers before sundown, lest there be no winter this year. Or that they mustn't be spoken to in anything less than rhyming couplets. Benign requests with seemingly prescient knowledge that it would be frustratingly discourteous of an elf not to attempt at least to comply.
To the ambitious and industrious Dwarves came the gnomes, ever tinkering apart their tools, misplacing spanners and reorganizing drawers and carefully lain out tool kits. Perhaps they decided to alter the scale of only one section of the blueprints, innocently enough because they required more detail, but failed to inform the foreman of this adjustment.
To the powerful and courageous Orcs came the goblins, meek and scrawny, wielding weapons and armors two sizes beyond what they could hope to lift, making an utter mockery of the appearance of an orc with their every action. Always enthusiastically taking part in the hunt and never failing to spook the game at the wrong moment or accidentally loose an arrow into the thigh of the captain.
And lastly to the mercantile Humans came the Imps, ever willing to make a deal with increasingly fine print associated. Imps seem to delight in the ignorance of unforeseen consequence that humans characteristically dive headlong into. Though the clergy are quick to decry these creatures as demonic fiends, perhaps they are no more than mankind deserves.
And so across all cultures it is found when something goes wrong a sprite is to blame, gnomes in the gear works and imps whispering mischief in the ears of drunkards. Sprites posses a sort of child-like innocence and their amusements often seem to undercut the seeming gravity of conflict within societies, To a sprite this is all just a grand game to enjoy to its fullest. Perhaps we could all learn from them.