Lane’s End Tavern

Casteylan could sense the energy emanating from the stone as he approached it. The air felt crisp and electric, as though after a lightning strike. He reached out to touch the stone’s surface and the spiral carvings on it sparked to life, glowing brightly blue.

There was a shimmer and a brief feeling of falling; when it ended, Casteylan was not in the place where he began. He was standing on a path through heavy forest; it was night and no moon shone but ahead of him he could see lights glimmering between the trees. He followed the path towards them until the building came into view.

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It was homely-looking, nestling in a small clearing amongst the trees, with lights flickering at the windows and the door standing open in welcome. At the gate hung a sign, creaking softly in a barely perceptible breeze. “Lane’s End”, it said.

Casteylan stepped through the door into what was clearly a tavern. There were tables and chairs, to his left a wooden bar and a fireplace with comfortable-looking armchairs. But there was no-one there, save for a stooped old man behind the bar. He looked up as Casteylan entered, and smiled.

“Ah, you’re here at last,” he said. “I have been waiting for you. Come in, traveller, and rest.”

Casteylan frowned but did so and took a seat on one of the stools at the bar. “Waiting for me?”

The old man nodded and filled a mug with ale from one of the barrels behind the bar, handing it to Casteylan. “You are rather later than I was expecting,” he added. “But never mind, you’re here now, that’s what matters.”

Casteylan took the mug and sipped the ale. It was cool and sweet with a hint of honey. “I don’t even know where I am, or how I got here. I just touched a stone and… appeared… just down the path a little way.”

“They always say that,” the old man chuckled. “It’s not always a stone, sometimes it’s a pool, or a mirror, a wardrobe, a ring, sometimes it’s nothing more than a dream. One thing is certain though, you are here because you are meant to be here.”

“But where is here?”

“Why, this is the Lane’s End Tavern, of course!” the old man laughed. “Can you not read, boy? There’s a sign right outside.”

“Of course I can,” Casteylan replied. “But I have heard of no such place before.”

“The paths that lead here are the Paths Between,” the old man said. “We are in a place between worlds. There is just the tavern, a few trees, nothing else.”

Casteylan glanced out of the window, suddenly afraid. “Am I stuck here? How will I get back?”

“As easily as you arrived. Just walk down the path a little way and you’ll find yourself where you need to be. And because now you know the Way, you can come back here whenever you want.” The old man shuffled through a door behind the bar and returned with plates of food; meat and vegetables, warm crusty bread, fruits that Casteylan didn’t even recognise. He offered some coins for the meal but the old man refused. “No need to pay, it’s always free here. The pantry is always well stocked, the barrels never run dry.”

Casteylan ate his dinner while the old man settled in one of the armchairs by the fireplace to doze a while. After his meal and the ale Casteylan was feeling a little sleepy himself so he did the same. When he awoke, he was back at home.

“I’ll be disappointed if that was just a dream,” he muttered to himself. But on the table beside the bed was his mug from the Lane’s End Tavern.

Visit the Lane’s End Tavern

WELCOME TO THE LANE’S END TAVERN

Be welcome, weary traveller.

The Lane’s End Tavern is located between the worlds, where paths meet. It is a place where the weary traveller can stop and rest, eat and drink and perhaps meet with other travellers who happen to be passing by.

Though medieval in theme, the Lane’s End is accessible from many worlds, so all manner of people may be found here and all are welcome. As such, even though this is primarily a roleplaying venue, there is no particular theme or dresscode (except that we ask you to be decent!). There is no set list of character types or races you may play here and characters from any other world or roleplaying venue are welcome.

There is no set storyline; your story is up to you.

Rules are few but important:

1. This is NOT an adult region. That means no sex, no full nudity. Keep your bits covered. Seriously. If adult roleplay is what you seek, there are plenty of places better suited to your desires.

2. Weapons. May be displayed if they are part of your costume but they are not to be used in the tavern. This is a peaceful establishment and the drawing of weapons will be considered griefing.

3. Non-human avatars. All are welcome provided they are not too large. This is a small place and anything larger than a horse will cause disruption to other patrons. Animals are not permitted in the kitchen.

4. If you are harassed, report it to the proprietors, Casteylan Hawker or Lewis Luminos. If you harass others, expect to be banned.

5. You are welcome to rez small items on the parcel to aid your roleplay. There is a 30 minute auto-return. If this feature is abused it will be turned off.

6. There is no metered roleplay here, and no preferred style of roleplay. Please remember however, that not everyone likes to roleplay in the same style as you. Some may prefer long and descriptive paragraphs, others prefer short and succinct emotes. Either form is acceptable here.

7. No God-Moding. This basically means not deciding for other people what their actions are. This is considered extremely bad etiquette and will mean that no-one wants to roleplay with you. Your character is no more powerful than anyone else here and you are DEFINITELY not more powerful than the Innkeeper or his staff.

8. If a griefer is causing trouble and neither Casteylan or Lewis are online, try Aphrodite Atlas. She is the land-owner and will be able to assist with ejecting and banning of unwelcome individuals.

9. Please leave the privy door closed when you have finished your business.

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