There are always tales of the elixir of life, of life changing treasures or of some marvelous miracles that can be found in the far corners of the world. Whether they be true or not, they are always given hope to be found or chanced upon. Ever under the illusion of obtaining such grace as God 's desire. In such a place, there are stories of an elf tribe so beautiful, they can cast you blind with it. Of how they live simple life's yet their lifespan reaches far long than their relatives. Most are said to be in possession of vast knowledge in many subjects, much more than should be possible. They have a rich history, or so the tales is told and that they have been about for longer than the planet has had moons and the stars in the skies can be counted. Gifted such knowledge; made its guardians for millennials, there is much to be desired for their counsel. Heroes have sought such beings, seeking their divine wisdom. Yet each attempt was unfruitful. Each quest failed and thus they still remain a tall tale, spoken like ghost on a cool breeze.
Or at least... until now.
A boat of dark wood, polished to perfection flies in the bright sky like a large winged creature. Sails massive and shifts ever so much until it is overhead an empty dock near a vast castle's human port. There is silence in the crowd that seeks to know who the mysterious beings are with their flying ship. The same one that lands in the ocean as if it had never left it to begin with. Divine looking men, tall and strong looking with features that would make a goddess swoon throw thick ropes onto the port. Anchoring it securely before two more men slide down a thick slab of wood. It is now seen that there are many aboard the ship, golden heads of hair simmering in the sunlight like liquid gold. There is one who stands out, her garments less and her eyes more piercing than a spear head.
A strong voice is heard in the lineup. "All hail the Terabis Queen!"
The elves of legend have shown themselves now... what is to be?
