have i told this story yet? idk but it's good. The War of the Ancients Story:
my pre-sigmar history professor went to this ancients conference. like to be clear this is a man who has a doctorate in being a history nerd. he reads the library of the old world to his four-year-old son. and the ancient races are one of the cornerstones of pre-sigmar history, right, so this should be right up his alley?
wrong. apparently ancients scholars are like, advanced. there is a branch of ancients scholarship that specifically looks for ancients cultural practices based on the archaeological artefacts unearthed in talabheim. my professor, who has a phd in pre-sigmar history, realizes he is totally out of his depth. but he already committed his day to this so he thinks fuck it! and goes to a panel on elven-dwarven relations, because that's relevant to his interests.
background info: the elves and dwarves used to be bros when they were ruled by legendary kings who were directly channelling the gods of their people but then they fell apart when they started being ruled by regular fuckwits who made mistakes and by the time the leaderships who were like a continent and a half way from each other realized this those in the epicenter had already speedrun like fifteen different tiers of atrocities against each other. but the exact details of who's to blame or if anyone's to blame is very open to interpretation, and scholars believe all kinds of different things about what flaws both races have and how much each are actual flaws and how much they're just incompatibilities between the two people that there wasn't enough of a dialogue between them to deal with when it caused local flareups and the ancients stans get extremely tense about it.
so my professor sits down to watch this panel and within like five minutes a bunch of crusty academics get super heated about the ancients' theoretical flaws. because it's academia, though, this is limited to poorly concealed passive aggression and forceful tones of inside voice. one professor is like "this isn't even about economics!" and another professor is like "this proves it's about economics!" people are interrupting each other. tensions are rising. a panelist starts saying that the dwarves and the elves were fundamentally incapable of coexisting without the oversight of unfathomably wise god-kings, and that the occasional stand-offs between elven and dwarven ships prove this, and another steps in and starts talking about how there's a dwarf on the ruling council of marienburg that gets on fine with the elves—
then my professor, perhaps in a bid to prove that he too is a smart history-knowing person, loudly calls: "BUT WHAT ABOUT THE WAR OF THE ANCIENTS?"
some more background: like four thousand years ago there were a bunch of raids on dwarven caravans that by all indications were done by elves, because back then they were the only ones running around that part of the world that had metal weapons to attack things with. so the dwarf king sends an envoy to the elf king to be all, wtf bro? and the elf king gets pissed off and shaves the envoy, which for dwarves is basically the biggest thing you could possibly do to piss them off, and so they launch into a war of mutual extinction that almost wiped out both of them. and if you say it like that it makes the elf king sound like a real douchebag, classic fuckwit king shit. BUT if the dwarves had already started doing punitive attacks on elves before the envoy was sent, then it's less of a 'wtf bro' and more of a 'yeah i'm killing your dudes and now you're going to pay me for it' thing and it's a bit more understandable for someone to be flipping out and even there's an argument to be made that the dwarf king needed to get his people in check. elven arrogance or dwarven vengefulness? it all hangs on the sequence of events.
much later, when my professor told this story to an ancients nerd friend, the guy said the war of the ancients thing was a one of the biggest landmines in their field. he said it was a reliable discussion ruiner that had started so many shouting matches that some conferences had an actual ban on bringing it up.
so the place goes dead fucking silent as every giant ass ancients stan in the room is immediately thrust into a series of war flashbacks: the war of the ancients argument, violently carried out over seminar tables, in literary journals, at graduate student house parties, the spittle flying, the wine and coffee spilled, the friendships torn—the red faces and bulging veins—curses thrown and teaching posts abandoned—panels just like this one fallen into chaos—distant bells, skies falling, the dog-eared translations of historical texts slicing through the air like sabres—the textual support! o, the quotes! they gaze at this madman in numb disbelief, but he could not have known. nay, he was a history theorist, a pre-sigmarite tribes man, only a visitor to their haunted land. he had never heard the whistle of the mortars overhead. he had never felt the cold earth under his cheek as he prayed for god's deliverance. and yet he would have broken their fragile peace and brought them all back into the trenches.
my professor sits there for a second, still totally clueless. the panel moderator suddenly stands up in his tweed jacket and yells, with the raw panic of a once-broken man:
WE! DO NOT! TALK ABOUT! THE WAR OF THE ANCIENTS!