[ WP ] Describe a fantasy world devoid of the usual stereotypes : where dwarves do n't live underground , orcs and ogres are not savage brutes and dragons are neither dumb beasts nor hyperintelligent ancient beings .

He was small orc compared to his peers and had grown plump in his curation of the grand library. The dwarf bursted into the room gasping for breath but with an obvious excitement that couldn ’ t slow him down. “ Orc! ” he exclaimed as he sprinted past the endless rows of books, tomes, and scrolls of the library. The orc looked up through his spectacles with an audible sigh and feigned excitement for his dward friend. As he approached the table he heavily dropped what appeared to be an ancient text and with the loud thud of the tome the orc ’ s eyes bulged wide with excitement that rivaled the dwarf ’ s. 
 
 The orc opened the tome to discover a form of ancient elvish, being the grand curator he was well versed in all manners of the elvish language but he had never seen writing like this. An elvish writing void of any of the dwarf runes, harsh annunciations of orc influence, and the simplicity of the human tongue but it was still legible to him. 
 
 The scroll described an ancient conflict between two side; the dark elves, orcs, and goblins fighting against humans, dwarves, and elves. It described the war as a constant struggle between light versus dark, good versus evil, and savagery versus compassion. It seemed all sides had their heros and their villains and the text went into excruciating details of great generals and battles won in lost. The orc marvelled in the detail of the work but knew something was amiss. Thousands of years before this day a great flood at unified the races of this world in the fight for survival and there was no record of any great wars even before the Great Flood, but the writing was too detailed and too enthralling to dawn on that for too long. In awe of the work that was placed before him the Orc pulled a special potion from his drawer to test the paper the tome was written on. 
 
 The orc audibly scoffed and looked up at his dwarf companion through his spectacles again as the dab of potion on the corner turned yellow indicating that paper had been manufactured in the great mill in this city. “ It appears we have discovered the rambling of a brilliant and imaginative writer nothing more, ” he said as he cast the book aside to continue the work he was doing before being interrupted.
