Selunaria

Long ago, Selunaria was the capital of an elven kingdom renowned for their incredible works of magically wrought glass which could capture moonlight and starlight. The city was made up of marble and glass towers which rose from the verdant, but well-tended, tropical fields and surrounding jungle. The towers had pillared domes and long, delicate bridges made from the glass, which emitted their light in vivid constellations, making it appear as if any who walked in the evenings did so among the stars.

Selunaria’s most impressive structure has always been the Lunar Lighthouse, a massive 240-foot tall piece of marble intricately shaped by elven artisans. Sat atop was an immense glass crescent moon that stored and emitted moonlight, creating a beacon visible for hundreds of miles. The beacon’s stored moonlight also fueled powerful enchantments that created air currents throughout the towers of the city, allowing people to literally walk on the winds. The vision of the Selunarians dancing across bridges of stars and running through moonlit skies must have made quite a spectacular picture to newcomers.

But that was then. Thousands of years ago, an ancient sorcerer-king of immense power and evil assaulted Selunaria. He had nearly succeeded in destroying the city when the last scion of the royal line activated the lighthouse, using its stored energy to defend it. The sorcerer-king tried to stop her, but only managed to disrupt the beacon and cause the city to become partially stranded in the dimension of time. For millennia, no sign of Selunaria remained except for the solitary, aging marble lighthouse.

That changed when a recent cosmic event mysteriously caused the last Selunarian scion to reappear. Bewildered, finding herself a stranger out of time, she has been trying to make her way through an unfamiliar world. When she sleeps under the moon’s light, she dreams of Selunaria. At first, she believed that these were only visions of what could have been, but she has come to realize that they are real; she truly travels to Selunaria in her dreams. The city now exists in a state of limbo and perpetual night, citizens repeating the patterns of what they did in their daily lives, unaware of what has befallen them, or how much time has passed. During full moons and other lunar events, those sleeping within a few miles of the scion also find themselves travelling to Selunaria in their hours of slumber, in visions so tangible that they even find items they acquired on their travels made manifest upon waking. And wake they must for, as several unfortunate souls have discovered, any who remain in the city past dawn become trapped within it, their bodies fading like dreams in the morning light.