[ 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 .

The elf took a seat in the running blood. He started examing his ebony-black plate armor, searching for any dents and knicks but found none. At that point he turned his gaze upward to his handiwork. The goblin merchants lay scattered across the road, their scarlet blood washed away by the rain. Their cart overturned in a ditch beside the road. 
 
 From his pack the elf retrieved a morsel of wyvern jerky. Although not very tasty, those domesticated pseudo-dragons were definitely nutritious. 
 
 The elf's eyes wandered around the carnage until they found his partner rifling through the bodies. 
 
 `` Jaspar get o'er here once you got all the coins and trade goods,'' the elf called out. 
 
 `` Yes m'lord Da'oel,'' replied the tall and thin Ogre. 
 
 Jaspar gathered all of the coins and gems, the spices and oils, the ales and wines, and the cloth and metal in a knapsack and dragged it over to Da'oel who still sat cross legged chewing on the stringy wyvern meat with his battleaxe across his lap. Jaspar adjusted his hardened leather and sat across from Da'oel with the sack in between them. 
 
 `` This rain is bugging me,'' stated Da'oel begrudgingly. 
 
 `` I'll remedy that immediately sir da-'' 
 
 `` Do *not*, call me *sir*,'' spat the elf with poison. 
 
 `` I'm sorry master Da'oel. I'll deal with the rain now.'' With his Jaspar shifted this position and began incanting in some odd language unknown to Da'oel, and as he did a large leather tent formed itself around the two, sheltering them from the rain. 
 
 `` You and your fackin magics. I swear there ai n't sometin' right wit'it.'' The elf's eyes shifted to the bag in between the two. `` Right now, let's get to countin'. May'e we'll have enough to buy ourselves off this fackin is'and and back to my home. And once I reach my warm sands you can leave me and I can stop'earin your bitching about being `` evil'' and how murdering is bad.'' 
 
 Upon deciphering this elf's barbaric dialect and comprehending the message the ogre dumped the contents of the bag and began counting coins and appraising the items. 
 
 Edit: Typo
