The Story Of Aelis, Meng, And Wes

In the forgotten realms, a land that stretched as far as the material plane allowed it, there emerged three heroes who shared a lust for multiple related things: treasure, a life of adventure, and peace. The story begins with Aelis the high elf. He was a Skald, performing at taverns and towns with ease. His precious lute was a gift from his family, a long line of skalds who were skilled at bending the fabric of reality with beautiful music. One night, as he was asleep, he heard a foghorn. When he looked out his window, he almost leaped off of the material plane. Ten riders on horseback were making their way toward the town swinging…. Sticks? No. Swords. Aelis jumped out of bed, grabbed his gear, and ran out the door. He stood outside, fire blazing in the windows of a house in front of him. Wasting no time, he started playing his lute, singing of rivers and oceans and rain. Storm clouds started to gather, and soon the fires were almost out. When Aelis looked up, terror struck his heart. He found himself face-to-face with a dark figure in tattered robes. His face was obscured by a dark hood. He was on a horse with red eyes. on his second look, Aelis noticed some odd features about the horse. Instead of a snout, the horse had a black beak. where its front legs would be, it had spindly bird legs ending in black talons. Aelis was terrified, but somewhere in his elven heart, he found the courage to draw his Longsword and stab the horse-bird. The horse-bird reared up, dumping its rider off its back. The horse-bird then galloped off into the dark. Aelis studied the rider. Suddenly the rider stood up. The rider turned out to be just what Aelis had feared: a Ringwraith. The rider drew his sword and charged at Aelis. Aelis knew what to do. He plucked a chord, and at the same time, he shouted in Elvish. high magic surged through his veins, projecting out of his chest in an explosion of elven brightness. All of the Ringwraiths were pushed out of the town and into the ocean. Aelis surveyed the damage. He would need to help repair the houses. Over the course of two days, the houses were rebuilt. In only three days, the entire town hall was rebuilt. Thanks to aelis’ magic, the town hall was now complete with extra magical security. the council even had magical floating slates to write on! When the repairs were done, holden knew he still had to go after the Ringwraiths and bring them to justice. Therefore, he decided to seek out Wes Of The High Elves. After reaching evermeet, aelis traveled to aramanth, a city known for its lush gardens and arboreal beauty. There, he asked where he could find Wes, the young elf who had single-handedly fended off a wyvern by leading it to a pack of evil rhinoceroses. After being directed to 111 natural avenue, aelis stopped at what looked to be a mansion made of plant matter. After ringing the doorbell, which turned out to be a mushroom, the door was greeted by a young elf in flowing green-and-white robes. When he saw his old friend, Wes’s perfectly beautiful face lit up. “Come in, come in!” He said. After preparing some quick Entertainer’s Stew (aelis’s favorite food), Wes offered aelis a bowl and sat down. “Tell me, my friend, what you are doing down in aramanth?” Aelis, who was polishing his double-bladed scimitar, a gift from his mother, said “a handful of Ringwraiths attacked my village. I’m here to see if you can help.” Wes arched one eyebrow. “Ringwraiths, you say? I’ll gladly help, but I want to show you something first.” Wes led Aelis to the back of his house, where a beautiful garden sprawled uncontrolled like a forest in his backyard. He led Aelis to a hummingbird nest, where 3 coffee-bean-sized eggs laid. the hummingbird eggs had a rainbow sheen to them, as if someone had coated them in multicolor paint. “Dragonfire hummingbird eggs.” Aelis breathed. Wes took him by the shoulders in a trusting way, then said, “a gaggle of hummingbird eggs are counting on me, dude! We gotta make it back.” Aelis took Wes’s shoulder. “We will.” They then went to sleep. They woke up bright and early, saddled their axe beaks, and Skedaddlethed. while they were riding in the forest, one of Wes’s hummingbird friends flew over to tell him something. “Huh. Okay. The hummingbird says he found the Ringwraiths’ lair.” They trekked on. Half an hour later, they laid in wait in front of a tomb entrance flanked by Ringwraith giants. “Let me handle this.” Said Aelis. He stepped out of the underbrush. The giants saw him and growled. But before they could charge, aelis plucked a chord on his lute, and the giants collapsed. Wes and Aelis stepped past the snoring giants, but before they could enter, a black-clad figure stepped into view. “I know what you want. You want to stop the Ringwraiths.” The figure pulled back his hood, revealing a handsome face with multicolored irises. “I’m Meng. Short for Meng the rogue. I could help out a lot. I want to stop the Ringwraiths, too. I’ll come with you.” Aelis looked at Wes, who shrugged. They then entered the tomb. The following battle was fierce, with 14 Ringwraiths against three powerful heroes. Wes fought like an orc, his blue thunderstone sword slashing through enemy ranks, his nature magic strangling his enemies with thorny vines. Whenever he wanted to strike a particularly ferocious enemy, he raised his sword, lightning arcing from the double prongs of his blade and smiting his chosen enemy. Meng darted in and out of the shadows, using his twin daggers to strike down his enemies with calculated precision. Aelis naturally assumed the role of team supporter, using powerful notes from his lute to freeze his enemies, smite them with fire bolts, and surround his allies with healing shields, all while raining arrows from his exquisite bow. In the end, it was Meng who smashed the bloodstone that was tied to the Ringwraiths’ lifeline. As the three heroes emerged, they were greeted with cheers from the wood elves that lived in the forest, as they had been saved from the darkness emulating from the Ringwraiths’ lair. The three heroes were known for eternity as the saviors of the great forest of the wood elves, and they knew that they would be painted in the stars, a reminder of the heroes of Evermeet.