Beach Elves

Intro (Besties pt. 3) Between countless adventures, dungeons and dragons, you've met or heard of all kinds of elves: Snow Elves, Blood Elves, Dark Elves, High Elves, Moon Elves, Wood Elves, and a few more that you can't be bothered to recall. Pretty sectarian bunch, for a world that has neither leftists nor Judaism! But as fate would have it (I mean, what's the actual risk of being surprise attacked by a Kraken?), your latest journey got you shipwrecked on the shores of Butterfly Isle - all you know of which is that nobody who's ever set foot on it has returned, like, ever. Sailors' yarn speaks of Sirens, Sea Hags, the usual. As you open your salt-encrusted eyes to a picturesque sunset, you notice the lush jungle ahead, a symphony of birdsongs ululating from the canopy above. No gnawed-off skeletons or frightening roars so far! You decide to follow the beach for a while to get your bearings, and soon reach a lagoon that seems to be lit with a soft blue glow from some kind of corals below. A faint duet of marimba and panpipe carries across the gentle waters, and you make out little bamboo edifices built into trees and an overgrown cliff face, Wood Elf style, just without all the imposing scrollwork and turrets. Overwhelmed by the sight, you fail to spot two nymph-like creatures who have been taking a swim in the lagoon, before they take note of you and come splashing out of the water, waving and shouting at you. Roll initiative!