Moonrest Tavern

Welcome to Moonrest, a refuge in the heart of ancient woods. This place is only found in night, a mirage for travellers lost in the dark.

All of that's to say this site is best viewed in the dark on a PC, I have no plans of optimizing this for mobile or for daylight.

Ambient sounds of clinking dishes and chatter fill the tavern. The patrons, for what else could they be, ungulate and flicker like dying candlelight - though their shadowy bodies exude no light. They move slowly, as if through water, and smoky afterimages follow their movements. Half-full tankards and plates scattered with crumbs sit in front of many of them.

However, at one of the tables, you see two corporeal figures - one is standing, talking down to the other, who sits with its arms and legs crossed. Feathered wings burst from where the talkative one's face would be, fluttering with every word.

The other figure is covered head to toe in bulky, dull steel. Its helmet is pointed like a bird's beak, pockmarked with breathing holes.

Eventually, the feather-faced one gives up on trying to talk with the bird-helmed figure and saunters over to the bar.