The Effugium (Twikkan Myth)

The Twikk were the forebears to everything, or all the old things anyway. Their Latinesque tongue was responsible for many names of ancient cities or races. Many though obviously not all. Then, during that first century, the Twikk disappeared. The reason for this is what baffles Scholars.
Were they killed? Did some King or other have a problem with them and send his army to solve that problem?
No. Surely there'd be documents in one of the kingdom's archives if that was the case.
Did they move away? The whole race? If so, where did they go? This thought caught on and stemmed the Twikkan Myth.
The tiny Twikk, hand high and shadow-skinned with flaming green hair, undoubtably just moved away from the huge humans. After all, Humans often stepped on them and claimed the group of debating Twikk had just seemed another patch of grass. They moved away to a world devoid of big people, big creatures and big buildings. They moved away to the Effugium.
This Effugium was undoubtedly a small place. Children of the Scholars who hear of it always check under their beds for debating societies of tiny green haired people. They are reasoned with by their learned parents that the Twikk hated humans and wanted nothing to do with them which is why they left all those years ago. It is impossible that they would have set up camp under a Human child's bed, and speaking of under your bed, get that ham out of there. Twikk didn't eat ham not being big enough to kill a pig, but mice love it.
Journeymen have set out to find the Effugium and have lied about their journey, as many Journeymen do. They claim to have found it and enjoyed some very fine cheeses there. They say the Twikk love flowers even more than Humans do and often lay their eggs inside flowerbuds which will open to reveal an adorable winged Twikk, fully clothed in formed leaves and including a pair of curl-toed slippers. Only Journeyman Staff and Hogger claim to have seen this curiosity, though. The Twikk of these journals often delight in tricks. They also glow when trapped in bottles. The Effugium is a laughing place full of cheese and Fae wine. Who wouldn't want to find it?
This myth may be false, but everyone loves the idea so much it is probable the falsehood will never be uprooted.

Historical Basis

Let's discover what's actually true. The Twikk would approve of that.
The Twikk arrived in the Aerth centuries before Humans arrived. They were not a human derivative like the other created races (besides the Draco of course, fire has rarely confined itself to the shape everyone else was creating). They may have the two arms, two legs thing down pat but their thought processes do not conceive of human concepts like changing one's mind, or being wrong. A pure desire for perfection fills their core. There is no room for lies, no room for unreasonable consideration. Yes, it feels better to lie when your wife asks if the frill choked dress she bought makes her look fat, but feelings are nothing more than suggestions inside a Twikk's mind. Twikkan wives, in all their modicum of finery, know exactly how fat they are. What is required is absolutes. Anything less is a swift slope to the horrors of deception. Extreme horrors.
It is an extreme view of life. Extreme in its temperance. Extreme in its fervor to perfect things that are less than perfect. This extreme heart brought the Twikk to their supposed end.
Alas it is the heart that continues unseen to the outside world, unless something tragic happens of course. Extremity is the only thing left of the Twikk. The point that the extremity was entered around rationality is all gone now.
Shortly after humans arrived in the Aerth the Twikk set about trying to understand them. Of course.
Why did Humans change their minds so often? Why did Humans cry over pointless circumstances or become blind drunk? Why didn't Humans stop snivelling over their destroyed upper world and get to work building a society down here? Was time something they had in abundance? How long did human's live that they could afford to waste time on so much whining, whimpering and... well, more whining? Time, after all, was one commodity no one could create more of. Surely.
This eternal debating about the core of the Human psyche brought about a single realization. It was impossible. The Twikk would never understand the Humans. The only option remaining was to become one of them. Perhaps that would work. Possibly, the only way the Twikk would understand Humans was to become Human, or at least Human-sized. Maybe there was something about being a giant that made a Human's thoughts as slow as their stride. After all, it took a while for their feet to pick up, swing, and thunder down again, it may simply be a problem like that. Maybe humans, after you gave them time, could find logical, rational, healthy resolutions. Maybe.
So they worked in their laboratories. They slaved in their archives. They tortured themselves at their debates.
In the end, they had it. A solution. This. This would allow the Twikk to understand Humans and perhaps the Humans would start to understand them in return. They set their discovery into motion.
Then the Twikk disappeared.

Spread

This myth is wide spread among any family with young children, and an imagination.
It is also debated by Journeymen over ale and sometimes one of them loses a bet and has to go on a Twikkan Journey to some remote area, writing nonsense when they return.

Variations & Mutation

The following are some variations to this Twikkan mystery:

1. The Twikk are one with the grass, and often are the grass.
2. The Twikk are found in every successful flowerbed.
3. The Twikk soured the milk, burnt the pie, and devoured all the cookies.

In Literature

Journeymen often write about going on Twikkan Journeys and it is from these that most have heard the name of the Twikk. Many adults know it's nonsense but they keep pretending it's real because their children seem to enjoy the stories so much. Plus it's a useful way to get their kids to go on a Twikk Hunt in the back garden and out of one's hair.

"We shall escape this trial. In a short night our entire society shall be saved from the Humans by the Effugium. Surely wonders shall visit and indeed embrace our society in its wake. Before this time I write to you, Lupilius, and rest assured I shall write again after the Effugium. Farewell." 

~ Senator Billius, 125 AH