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The Moon of Many Colors

The Moon of Many Colors opened thirty years ago when a traveling eladrin minstrel named Ghilara bargained a sliver of her seasonal fey court with a seaworn merchant to seed an impossibly strange garden in the middle of a coastal city. What began as a private salon for travelers and planar scholars grew into a full caravan of artisans, cooks, and hedge-sorcerers. Over the decades the tavern has survived smugglers, a brief raid by an opportunistic kraken cult, and one season of planar storms that rewrote several table manners. The proprietor kept one rule from the start: no permanent bargains inside the atrium without the owner's consent. That rule is well known, and often tested.

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The Moon of Many Colors

The Moon of Many Colors opened thirty years ago when a traveling eladrin minstrel named Ghilara bargained a sliver of her seasonal fey court with a seaworn merchant to seed an impossibly strange garden in the middle of a coastal city.

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Ghilara Moonvein

Tavernkeeper

Ghilara Moonvein
EladrinBard (College of Glamour)

Keeper's Species

Eladrin

History

The Moon of Many Colors opened thirty years ago when a traveling eladrin minstrel named Ghilara bargained a sliver of her seasonal fey court with a seaworn merchant to seed an impossibly strange garden in the middle of a coastal city. What began as a private salon for travelers and planar scholars grew into a full caravan of artisans, cooks, and hedge-sorcerers. Over the decades the tavern has survived smugglers, a brief raid by an opportunistic kraken cult, and one season of planar storms that rewrote several table manners. The proprietor kept one rule from the start: no permanent bargains inside the atrium without the owner's consent. That rule is well known, and often tested.

Quirks

No clocks in the main room; time is kept by a 'mood-lamp' that shifts color with the hour. Patrons who arrive in matching pairs often receive a complimentary glass of Moonlit Duskbrew. The tavern cat, a three-tailed feral named Prism, sometimes steals small metallic trinkets and leaves behind equally baffling gemstones.

Lore

Locals tell two stories about how the atrium came to be. One claim says the founder traded a moonleaf from the feywild for a permanent seam to another plane. The other says a cartographer trapped a mistake in a bottle and the bottle sprang a pocket-world. Scholars disagree. Arcane guilds treat the Moon of Many Colors with curiosity; some have tried to lease it for study, others for extraction. The tavern's wards incorporate a mixture of glamour, fey-binding, and seawitch wards adapted from coastal runes. The result is an establishment both prized and whispered about in equal measure.

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