As a weary travel worn continued his hike up the long road, a tall lean muscular striped mann moved to block his path. “Blessed of the Moon you are to have discovered her home when she is not in our sky. Welcome to Silvermoon. May the Moon and the Spirits of your Ancestors guide you.” Greeted the Talar who stood before the traveller. “What is it that brings you to my Gleem and further to my Ring?” The Talar then asked. Slowly, the traveller lifted his head to look at the mann before him, and slowly he peeled back his hood, letting the moon’s rays illuminate his face. “I seek the Moon.” The traveller says as his eyes shift up to the silvery orb in the sky. A soft knowing smile crosses the Talar’s face. “Ah, you are Moonstruck, my lad.” He says wistfully. “Sorry to tell you, but you won’t find her here. However, come with me and let me tell you a story.” The Talar says as he begins to escort the traveller into The Stronghold of Forestweaver.

Long ago in ages past, the Moon always remained full in our sky. In those times, there was a Mann of these jungles by the name of Crummock, who fell in love with the Moon. He just had to have her. For years he pursued her, until one fateful night, during an Astral Dream, Crummock met the Moon face to face. That first night, he tried to woo her to him. By dawn, he nearly had her, but with the morning sun, the Moon left the sky. Thus, he returned to the Dream the following night. That night, she whispered her name in his, but again he was left wanting. On the third night, he stole a kiss. Then the fourth, he stole her heart. Crummock held onto the silver heart of the moon as the morning came and would not relinquish it. When he woke, he held a stone. This was no ordinary stone. Even in the light of day it glowed like the Moon. Crummock did not return to the Astral Dream on that fifth night. Instead he lay curled up with his stone. However, once at night, the stone did not give off its glow. As the days passed, he began to notice something strange. The Moon in the sky at night began to shrink. Sliver by sliver each day, less and less of the moon shown in the night sky. Only when just half of the Moon remained did Crummock notice that the stone he held was glowing in a perfect half. Almost as if it held the half of the Moon that was in the sky. Night by Night the moon grew ever smaller in the sky as the stone shone more and more. The heart of the Moon was pulled from the Astral Dream into the Realm of Mann. The night when finally the Moon did not rise, Crummock was of mixed feelings. For he finally held the Moon in his hands… All of her, but now she was not in the sky to shed her glory on the land. For the next three nights Crommock held onto her conflicted in his feelings. Finally, on the fourth night, Crummock entered the Astral Dream once more, and with the Moon in his hands, there she was before him, furious as a Canis Rabbit dunked in water. All night they fought and argued until alas a deal was made. Thus finally on the fifth night, a sliver of the Moon appeared once more in the night sky.

That is why the Moon is ever shifting. She is constantly pulled between the two realms. For you see, our Lady Moon has always been an inhabitant of the Astral and would come in her full splendor at night to visit our realm, but no longer. Her essence is still tied to the Astral, but her heart rests here in Moonhaven.

“So my Moon sick lowlander, it is brave of you to come here looking for her, but it is my clan’s sworn duty to protect her and let no Mann near the Moon’s Silver heart again.” Spoke the Talar, and with those words, the traveller tensed as understanding washed over him… Moonhaven…. Silvermoon… Silver Heart of the Moon… and as his eyes lit. Just as fast as they lit, they dimmed as a spear protruded from his chest. “May the Moon accept you into her arms.”