Dranik strode across the floor to the bar. As he sat down at a stool that was just small enough for him to get on and just tall enough for him to see over the counter, he noticed that the strange man was greeting someone else. Just as he looked back to his empty mug, the man in the suit showed up behind the counter again. "What can I get you?" he asked. The dwarf, as per his usual manner in taverns, began his normal rant with the 'bartender'. "Well, I was thinking of try one of each of your finest ales and meads, and-" He was cut off by the sound of clanking, and there sat some twenty odd mugs, each full of a different ale or mead. Dranik sat, stunned. Normally, bartenders waved him off and he ordered a normal mead; he'd never actually gotten it all. "There was something else you wanted?" Dranik shook his head and counted out the money to pay for the drinks, all the while staring open-mouthed at the mugs.

"Oh no no no no no!" Declared Sin, refusing the dwarfs currency. "Everything here is free of charge my...little...friend." Setting down the last of the various drinks, Sin quickly disappeared, somehow being everywhere at once, only to reappear with a menu. "I hope you've developed an apatite to go along with the ravenous thirst of yours!" The bar counter shook as Sin set the massive, dictionary sized menu next to the assortment of drinks. "Or would you just like me to bring you our finest meals as well? We might have to fetch another table! Hahahaha!"

"Is this heaven..?" Dranik muttered under his breath. "If you have a roast pig, that would do nicely. Oh! And a few of your best cakes my good man!" Dranik grabbed the closest mug and chugged it down. It was a good stout ale, and he set the mug down, feeling warm. He didn't care about the strange red door that had appeared on his ship anymore, all he cared about was drinking and eating, and conversing with the strange people that would inevitably come inside as well. He hadn't seen them yet, but Dranik knew they were coming. The tavern had a certain feel to it like it was the center of something. Dranik shrug this off and downed another mug, this time of a crisp, sweet mead. The dwarf let out a hearty laugh. "My friend, I think I'm beginning to like this place!"

L'Arc approached the bar, slowly, taking in the sights and sounds of the strange place. He heard what seemed like a cheerful voice coming from the short man at the bar. By the council, is that a dwarf? he thought to himself. L'Arc took a seat by the dwarf. The strangeness of this place was just the beginning, he felt, and he turned to the Dwarf. He started speaking in Dragon and then he stopped. Maybe the dwarf couldn't understand Dragon, so he began in a more common tongue, "What is this place? And did he say free?"

Factorio strode into the tavern. They has been in a special OPs mission in Aortetszka when a red, wooden door had appeared out of nowhere. Inside, it was a tavern like the tales of old. He was greeted by a strange man and looked around to see even stranger people.

He sat at a table with a Dwarf and a half dragon. Odd.

A blue-haired, child-looking...un-child walked into this...tavern. With a book. Was it history? Was it a spellbook? Nobody knew for some reason. He did. It was a book. But, nonetheless, the short un-child walked in, scanning the fairly large room with his eyes. Strange people.

Most likely unintelligent by his standards.

He was greeted by this man. This strange, strange man. Who also was a barkeeper. Euclio, was his name, raised a brow at this peculiar sight. What was this illusion, this trickery that was being played on him at this moment in time?

Fuck it.

And he was right in the middle of solving a thousand year mystery when this door-THIS FUCKING DOOR- showed up. Ahem.

He saw this robot. And a half dragon. AND a dwarf. Oh my.

Jokes aside, Euclio raised a brow at this too, contemplating whether he should sit with them, or just try and leave. You know what? You only encounter things like this once every hundred years, probably, there's nothing wrong with staying here a couple hundred thousand milliseconds.

So, he went and sat with these mysterious creatures, the short....boy.

Factorio looked at the child, who seemed to be an un-child. It made Factorio feel uneasy. He shook his head, clearing away the thought. The various assortment of human, non human and completely insane foods all looked good. Factorio looked to the strange man who was currently asking the Un-child for his order. "Sir, do you have any oil here?" He asked.

Moving his gaze to the mild mannered machine, Sin gave a smile and bowed his head, tipping his top hat slightly. "But of course we do! Why we have the finest petroleums, fuels, and oils you could possibly imagine. Would you like crude, synthetic, organic, or a blend?" From behind the counter and out of nowhere, Sin revealed a large platter filled with iron mugs of the various types of oils, though this was only a bit of the selection. It was unknown how this tall but relatively slender man was able to prop up an balance so many cups with his one arm. But he managed to do so with ease, presenting the selection to Factorio.

L'Arc rawred, "Bartender, I would like some of your finest meats." He laughed, "Yes, that would do nicely." He looked around at the newcomers. What a strange crowd. "We need some entertainment. And drinks for everyone."

What could be gained by bringing everyone to this location. What was the game? Anyway, might as well enjoy myself until I can figure this out.

Factorio nodded its thanks to the strange man as goggle-like eyes turned and spun. He grabbed hold of a metal cup of synthetic fuel and drank it almost as vigorously as the Dwarf with his mead. "What are your names?"

"Outrageous!" He shouted as Grogg and the entertainment appeared. "Grogg, more meats and drinks!" L'Arc got up and stared at the androids. "Interesting." He turned to the robot that asked for his name. "I am L'Arc Thornside, High Dragon Lord of the Dragon Council."

Gumbo waddled through the door just in time to see the bar transform in a night club. He wondered how he got from his icey home to here, it seemed really weird, there were all sorts of creatures around. The two androids caught his attention the most, both were spectacular. He stared in awe for a few seconds.

"Wowie..." he said with surprise. He suddenly covered his beak with his flippers, he'd never been able to talk before now. This place was a dream come true for him, it always use to be communicating weird noises. A whole new world has been opened now for him now. He started waddling towards the bar, but tripped over his own feet flat onto his belly, his beak hitting the hard floor. Now on the floor was a penguin frantically flapping his flippers around, he couldn't lift himself up.

Dranik, having consumed a few more mugs of his various ales and meads, was feeling a bit intoxicated and made the entire show more enjoyable. He stood on his stool, struggled to wrap an arm around the Dragon Lord's neck as well as the Robot's next to him, and gave a hearty laugh. "I am Dranik of the Copper Halls under the mountain Revinara from the planet Rhazmadar, and you are my new friends!" He removed his arms from his neighbors and began tearing into the pig with both hands, stuffing his face and giving no thought to etiquette.

Assallya didn't know what to make of this strange place. It had all the underlying context of a tavern but the trappings were only vaguely reminiscent of the concept. The door had been positioned within a wall she had been completely certain had been plain white clay the day before. Having stepped through it she was additionally certain that it was larger within than the very building the door had been placed into. This did not bode well. Turning to find the door behind her towards that long corridor having vanished there was little she could do but carry on forward into the room filled with merriment. What spirits these were she had no idea. Such realms were reserved for creatures of raw thought, pure emotion, the dead and the gods.

The elf woman stepped into the room, her bare feet making not a whisper on the wooden floor. Every moment, fearing she was going to be struck down by the gods that dwelled in such an environs her azure eyes darted from corner to corner, beneath tables, into the rafters and from face to face. Then, after several strides her demeanor changed. Her back straightened, chin lifted, gaze hardening. Within a single stride she had transformed, the frightened elf woman gone and a strong, confident goddess had taken her place. Moving like royalty she swept past the others, past the golems, past a dwarf, a dragon blooded warrior and a host of other oddities. Finally she stood before the great expansive view of the heavens and used the distraction of the slowly tumbling lights to gather her thoughts from her brief excursion through the hall.

It seemed like it was a magical painting, possibly used to foretell the fates of mortals but then there was the sill? It had all the trappings of a window and not the frame for a painting.

L'Arc picks up the small creature. "Hello, what do we have here." He glances as the elf woman entered the tavern. 'Maybe she might know."

He walked over the the elf woman and held out the penguin, "Fair Lady, can you tell me what this small thing is?" He waited a moment and then set the penguin down on his feet and grinned at the elf.

He looked around, not able to stay focused, "Dranik, I beat a thousand gold coins I can out drink you."

Dranik too out a large coinpurse and slammed it on the table. "I bet ya two thousand yer full of shit!" Dranik gave a hearty laugh and waved L'arc over. "Come, let's see how you can hold yer ale! Grogg, we need drinks, and lots of 'em!"

Factorio stared at Dranik and L'Arc, robotic goggle-like eyes spinning. "Even more drinks, Grogg. I will partake in this competition." He absently patted the small, talking penguin. "Hello, little penguin."