Skymen, Stonemen, Man
Before Mundanity, was war. South Park, a small county with aberrations, was the child of warriors, councilmen and king. For those who remembered, or those whose eye were keen on a forgotten landmark of history, believed the absurdity of the town came from the magic which once was bared by men of yore.
300 years, rests one of millions of miles which defined fantasy.
Two elves stood, a Councilman, and a Priest. The Priest looks towards the Councilman, and asks
"Those Humans of Zaron have been doing very well for themselves; had you heard on Sheol?" the Councilman scoffs, murmuring
"Yes, the Zaonites have done well, but they're not as blessed as us, not even the humans of… what was it? The mountains?", the Priest murmurs and shrugs
"Not particularly sure, I don't think they ever named themselves other than mountain men; can't particularly blame them, war is costly and when your home is industry…" the priest shudders, rubbing his face as he lifts a box with foreign blends. The Councilman looks down, then to the Priest
"You should quit," the Priest looks at him and stretches his brow
"Why's that, Councilman Broflovski?", the Councilman barely holds his humor
"Didn't you hear? The Zaonites said it's bad for us!" before the priest and councilman start laughing.
Two dwarves sat, an engineer, and a minister of arms. The minister of arms sat, inspecting the tools of war; his head turned up and asks
"Is this for the low-men?", the Engineer nodded; rolling the hammer within his hand, as if expecting a kink in the design to be fixed. The Minister nods, murmuring
"Gifted in the mind… using the same powder which makes quick flame–" the engineer resumes the Ministers words
"To a weapon of war." As they both inspect the musket, it was an inefficient design as stone hard enough to scrape steel within a moment (such as flint) was not found; but with the use of pyre, and the fast twist of a wheel, fireballs were birthed within the wheellock.
"A shame they're not good on much else–" the Minister nodded in agreement towards the Engineers statement, rehearsing
"From the sewers cometh man, were it?", the Engineer nodded, as they resumed.
The Second Consul, Marshal Testaburger, and the General Stotch overlook the carnage of Sheol. There was blood, some elf, many more men; but to them, it was a bigger achievement than any part of the war before. He chuckled, turning to the Marshal
"Those there weapons uh… seemed to have done good!", the Marshal nodded; feeling at her ruined campaign dress
"...it appeared so. Slow, but the potential lays; all we have to do is prod till we're on the edge of morrow, hm?" She laughed and patted the General's shoulder, looking around the carnage to see the prisoners, and not so lucky prisoners; it was hard to sympathize with something you didn't see as humans. The Marshal walked along, hands behind her back; strolling gently among the bodies of valiant heroes and vanquished villains. To the center, she stood; raising a hand to garner the attention of survivors and traitors, calling
"CHILDREN OF THE SEWERS!". The violence stopped for a bit, simmered into an underlying contained rage; prisoners were safe for now, if not only physically
"The blood of the elves has grown! You, my own blood-bound friends, have made HISTORY! One that may be erased from the victor, but will not be forgotten!" She shook her head, clenching the hand in the air
"Today, we redefine ourselves as equal to those elves and dwarves, without their blessings of strength, agility, or magic! At this hour with our intuit, we had not been bred better, but MADE! By the hand of the one true god; MAN!" The marshal shook her head with a sniding grin, snapping her fists forwards level to her chest
"NOT 'MEN' WHO DEPENDED ON THE QUILL OF A HIGHER FORCE, BUT THE MEN WHO DECIDED THROUGH HIS OWN QUILL, WITH THE INK OF THE GREAT, WE WERE TO DECIDE OURSELVES BETTER! FROM THE SKY CAME ELVES, FROM THE STONE CAME DWARVES–" through a love and memory unforgettable, their initiation to a life that was to kill them
"FROM THE SEWERS CAME MAN!"
From the Sky Descended the Elves, light and nimble as man could be and blessed with an exclusive divinity,
Within the Ground, molded from stone arose the Dwarves, strongest of all, born to work,
And from the Darkest Crevices cometh "Man"; blessed with a gift that diseases her enemies.