One scholar once said that if war ever came to Fialach, the continent would burn and chaos would reign. That the humans were too many and their ability to reproduce unmatched among races.

That the dwarfs would use their fortress cities and prevent any from passing. That the drakes

would destroy the armies and fields with their fire breaths, and that the elves would use their

forest magic to bury their enemies.

That scholar was met with outrage. He was a human, and it misrepresented all the other

races. The dwarfs claimed that not all lived on mountains and that they only used axes nine

times out of ten. The drakes wanted his head because it wasn’t only fire, and that the ones

that used poison or lighting had the same right to representation. The druid magic affair

was met with furious resistance and general contempt for non-elves.

The humans basically understood that they were good for fornication and little else, and beat the ever-living crap out of the scholar and threw him to a river. It was beautiful seeing all

races united against one fool.

And yet, King Velarian of the elves, blessed by thy name, of the house of Crodh-Fionn

remembered that passage. Nevermind the unfortunate end of the wordsmith, he had one

thing right. Chaos would reign. Or so he thought. Against all odds and certain ancient conflicts,

no such thing as major wars, terrible bloodsheds or mortifying genocides occurred on the soils

of Fialach.

The lands were plentiful. Magic reserves on the soils made so that civilizations flourished.

Each race was prepared for a specific climate and geography. The dwarfs liked the mountains

and rocks, making the rest of the world think something amiss is going on. Perhaps a deep

sociological trauma made them crave stone? King Velarian didn’t care. Dwarfs were lowly

scum, standing but a meter-tall and striping the mountain of their riches, not doing anything by

themselves.

And the other races? The drakes like to think they are dragons but are nothing more than ants,

petty tribes and petty magic. But the humans. Oh, the humans. They are everywhere and do

anything. Their capacity to reproduce is more fitting to a beast than to rational beings. They

fornicate among themselves, with other races…

King Velarian, the Mighty, saw that, if left unchecked, these lowly races would build their

strength and eventually fight against the elves, and stand to win. He could not permit it.

In his study, the King was no longer seated. He breathed heavily, and his eyes wanted to

escape his face. The veins in his neck appeared, fueling the anger of their master.

“How dare they ask for diplomatic relations! The humans no less! Those dirty fuckers. They

think they are equal? Scum! Oh, how the world has gone to hell. Oh, King Velarian the First, we

have all failed you in your eternal task, to create a world with only a racially PURE, worthy

race!”

As the king shouted and insulted every race, his steward silently watched before him. The

human kingdom close to their lands had send a declaration of friendship and the response

they would receive was nothing spectacular. This king had an anger problem, and the steward

waited for a chance to intervene.

“Despicable, miserable, scum, bunch of shit, son of a thousand whoo- “

“Your majesty, calm yourself! The anger fits are not good for your health!”

The King stopped and realized that his nails were cutting his hand, drawing blood. He took a

deep breath and sat again.

“Yes, my loyal steward, it's true. But you know, speaking about lesser races makes me boil.”

He stood still for several minutes. Finally, he addressed his servant.

“Call for the alchemists. Make them create a weapon so grand it will cripple the races. Go!”

And it was done.

The alchemists worked tirelessly for months and made countless brews and concoctions to

maintain elven superiority over the rest. And after months of hard work, a little over a year

later, they presented their results to the king.

In the throne room, Velarian sat on his throne, passed from king to king ever since the

inception of the elven kingdom. Before him the head alchemists explained their creations and

their uses.

“And as I was explaining before, the best thing about these new liquids is that the fools will pay

us a lot of gold for it! They will destroy themselves and makes us even richer!” One of the top

alchemists excitedly informed his King about the results of the test conducted.

“How is this called again?” The king asked while he was inspecting the amber liquid in the

flask. He watched with a mix of respect and trepidation.

“Beer, my liege. One of our greatest weapons.” He continued with barely contained excitement.

“We have also created similar brews, but even stronger. Using the sugar canes, we have

managed to distillate a new potion which acts as wine, but 4 times stronger and with richer

taste. We call it rum.”

And the king saw that these new weapons, these terrible and immoral beverages would bring

ruin upon his enemies. But yet more remained. Another alchemist stepped forward with a tray

full of strange mixes and colorful dusts.

“Thanks to our alchemy and using certain roots, leaves and different seeds we have created a

new type of tobacco. It makes anyone that smokes it a fool, losses the capacity or coherent

thought and laughs at everything. Terrible. We call it… Laugh Weed.”

The King, after processing all the information, decided at last.

“Let them be used against the enemies of our fair race! Spread them and make them knell!”

And it was done.

Slowly but firmly, the new vices were spread through the continent. It took years, but it had

great impact. It made them weak, unfocused and more violent. They fragmented and fought

against each other. All that creating power from before was lost and advances halted. For 150

years sin and vice spread. But then one thing happened, something that the king didn’t

foresee. Those weapons once used against the enemies started appearing on their lands and

corrupting the elves. The king underestimated the power of corruption and booze.

And the king stands now, 150 years later, preparing a new scheme to rid the continent from

those races one and for all…