A long time ago. In a BG2 forum far away, the Bar was created. It was ruled by the owner Lord Shield, believed to be an Old One, even more powerful than a god. But due to new anti-ubering rules he was reduced to the status of a mere mortal, though an exceptionally powerful one.
The Bar retained it's magic, able to regenerate any damage. But soon it became empty, the happy laughing patrons found other places to dwell, from Tancred the Paladin and his sword Karnas, to Tiax the Gnome, all dissapeared. Now the Bar stands, still in perfect shape, it's staff in Stasis.
The dust covers everything, all is quiet, an earth elemental silently removes a few old empty mugs from a table as it senses something approach. An adventurer.
"Hello? Anyone home?" The voice cries out from the door, the adventurer carefully walks inside, weapon at the ready and considerably surprised when it is teleported to the weapons rack besides the door. A sign reading "No weapons allowed" flashes into existence and hovers in the middle of the room for a short while before dissapearing.
He turns around and shouts out the door, "The place is safe guys! Come on in!" A Twilight Aasimon enters, folding it's wing along it's back as it walks in through the door, it's followed by a couple of elves and a dwarf. The Tiefling leader sits down at at table and watches the earth elemental go about it's cleaning.
"This place is creepy," comments one of the elves, "It's as if it's alive.... Waiting... For something...."
All five of the adventurers are almost scared to death as an elf enters from the kitchen. Blinking sleepily and yawning, her eyes widen in surprise as she sees the adventurers, she turns around and shouts to someone in the kitchen, "We've got customers! At last!"
And so the Bar returns to life....
(OOC: Inside the bar noone can be hurt, they will regenerate quickly. The bar also regenerates all damage done to it. Currently the Bar is stuck in the Concordant Opposition, a True Neutral plane. But it can move to other planes and locations at the will of it's owner, Lord Shield.)
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