Erevan's Changing Palace

The Ever-Shifting Glade never looks the same twice. Meadows may transform into hill-cities overnight, rivers reverse their flow during great revels, and groves rearrange into elaborate knot-patterns that echo the riddles told beneath the stars. Travelers often wake to find landmarks slyly altered, forcing them to take a new and unexpected path.   Prank-born terrains bloom without warning: streams may run with sparkling wine, orchards bear apples that taste different with every bite, or mirror-labyrinths rise to reveal not faces but hidden follies. At the Glade’s center stands the Changing Palace, a mansion rebuilt each dawn from crystal, timber, ivy, smoke, or bronze always made anew from the spoils of the night’s revels. Guests who amuse Erevan find their likeness etched into its shifting walls, whether in mockery or in honor. The Glade itself lies at a crossroads, brushing against Arvandor’s canopies, skimming the Maelstrom’s edge, and occasionally spilling into the Outlands’ Sylvania when festival fires align.  

Inhabitants

The realm is alive with petitioners reborn as rogues, bards, artists, and outlaws, their eyes bright and laughter quick. They serve as pranksters, guides, and protectors of the oppressed. Azatas, particularly bralani and spirits of whimsy, embody revelry and sudden courage, leading festivals that ignite without warning. Eladrins sometimes drift through as Corellon’s messengers, yet linger longest where mischief thrives. Good-hearted fey, pixies, grigs, and sylvan tricksters, play as companions and scouts, weaving joy into every gathering. Mortals too find their way here: rebels, exiles, and the downtrodden stumble into the Glade in moments of desperation, many choosing never to leave, finding kinship in freedom and play.

The Glade responds to its own revels. Mirthquakes ripple through the earth when collective laughter shakes the air, scattering belongings and rewriting paths. Prankstorms rain harmless but disruptive objects, feathers, dice, pies, or ribbons, delighting revelers and foiling pursuers. Moonlit truth-gleam pools twist falsehoods into riddles, dragging hidden truths into the open. Maskfade exposes malicious deceivers, stripping away disguises and echoing their intent in dreamlike whispers across the land.   Erevan’s blessings fall upon those who honor his spirit. The Rebel’s Gift grants uncanny luck to those who aid the downtrodden, allowing a second chance at stealth, guile, or liberation. The Prankster’s Favor rewards a joke well-played with a sudden swell of confidence for the next challenge. The Boon of the Borrowed enchants items taken without greed and returned with wit, gifting them with playful tricks. Yet those who abuse or oppress within the Glade earn the Jester’s Curse: their shoes knot themselves, their words tumble into rhymes, and mocking laughter dogs their steps until they atone.