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Since Doorman had found Tic, there had been an uncharacteristically big grin plastered on his face. Upon hearing the words “-any time… any dimension that the Tavern chooses.” the happy expression he spouted begun to fade. Doorman wasn’t the best at reading people but he had a knack for liars, and the Bartender's face was sincere. Looking around again, Doorman took in the scenery, properly this time, patrons clothing ranged from medieval outfits, clothing that was at least 60 years out of date, and fabric that he had never seen before. The wood furnishings looked hand carved, immaculately so, but still clearly not printed. Taking one last look at his phone and it’s lack of connection, he stood up, turned, and quickly walked towards the door. He’d sort this out, one way or another. Swinging the door open with unnecessary force he was met by a chilling sight.

Doorman stared at a coastline of mingled mud and ooze, and weedy Cyclopean masonry. Vast loathsome shapes seeped down from the dark stars, congealing into slimy green vaults below the water's surface. From the waters emerged a single mountain-top, the hideous monolith-crowned citadel whereon only the most abominable must sit. The cosmic majesty of this dripping babylon of elder daemons must have been without guidance of any sane being. He was in awe at the unbelievable size of the greenish stone blocks, at the dizzying height of the great carven monolith, and at the stupefying identity of the colossal statues of some eldritch being. The geometry of the dream-like place he saw was abnormal, non-Euclidean, and loathsomely redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from our own.

Quickly closing the door Doorman pushes his weight against it and turns to the room, eyes wide and panting slightly.He took a few moments to collect his thoughts before asking the most prevalent question in his mind.

“What is this place!?”