[ WP ] Legends tell of the Elder race who utilized strange `` technologies '' instead of magic . As hordes of brutal killers invade from the north , a young elf heads off to search for ancient ruins , looking for humans ...

The winds howeled past his ears and stung the flesh if his peeling cheeks `` one more step, one more for my people'' his mantra had kept him going from the valley floor to the mysterious lit cave on the side of the mountain. 
 The elf collapsed slamming his staff into the door praying for an answer. 
 `` What'll it be?'' Replied the human inside 
 `` Oh thank the gods, we are in great peril oh mighty human we need the help of your mighty technologies'' relied the elf taken aback by the humans grease coated person. 
 `` That'll be fifteen dillars'' the human replied 
 `` What is a dollar? perhaps I can conjure one?'' The was confused 
 `` Hey Terry we got ta counterfeiter out here, you know what to do.'' 
 The elf was promptly beaten to death by Terry over a matter of $ 15 dollars. The whole word fell into darkness yet again. 

