There was a time when the rise of pubs, taverns, inns and bars made families and transplants to RhyDin scramble over one another to build and buy land. The success and permanency of the Red Dragon Inn inspired many, and RhyDin was no stranger to clubs, bars and inns. Unfortunately, the draw of the Red Dragon was difficult to reproduce. Many inns faltered. Some taverns were simply abandoned while others were forgotten; rebuilt upon or wiped from the landscape to make way for the new. Fortunately, O'Cleary's became one of the few that have survived over the years. Built by Dennis O'Cleary nearly twenty years ago, the pub's meant to give off the feel that it's been part of the landscape of RhyDin for hundreds of years. Displaced from his original time and place, O'Cleary wanted to give himself and his family a taste of home in the often very alien and very strange land and he was successful. Many of the displaced Irish in RhyDin found themselves drawn to O'Cleary's, its intimate setting and old fashioned warmth was a little bit of heaven in a harsh life. Though never reaching the fame of other watering holes, O'Cleary's survived the test of time thanks to its stubborn and wonderful patrons.
O'Cleary's Pub stands in a quieter part of RhyDin, far away from the bustle and business of the main city and market place. Following a gravel road south from the city named simply Criac, burned into rickety looking sign, the road to the pub is marked with the passage of horse, carriage, feet and even a few tire marks. The brown weathered bricks of O'Cleary's can be seen once a traveler has crested a gently sloping hill, sleepy little straw houses and squat brick homes dot the landscape beside it.
O'Cleary's was built from a mix of wood from various old places, the re-used stones of an old tower, a surviving wall from a crumbled castle, creating the sense of a structure that has been here much longer than just 20 years. The bar room is not a sprawling monstrosity of luxury. All aspects of the pub are intimate and made to bring people together and encourage the sense of a home more than a bar.
The first section of the pub once a patron passes under the arch of the old castle wall is the O'Cleary courtyard. The Courtyard is the outdoor seating area where old barrels make up tables, tall stools around tall tables, benches and other well-loved and old furniture gather to create a homey experience. The courtyard was built with bricks gathered from all over Rhydin, creating a muted stone rainbow of colors that glitter occasionally when the light hits them correctly. The courtyard is mostly covered with faded canvas with hanging lanterns to shine softly at night. All around the courtyard edges are barrels, raised beds and other planters filled with dirt and blooming herbs or flowers in the summer.
Directly in line with the entrance arch into the courtyard is the door to the main pub area. To the left is a path that lead to very old fashioned outhouses.
In between the outhouses was a hand pump and a bar of soap. Hand-drying was left up to patrons.
Across the courtyard was the square and squat white-washed O'Cleary's pub. When a thirsty adventurer comes to the thickly paneled, hand made oaken front door and crosses the thresh hold, the first thing they note is how much darker it is inside and how much character and life has passed through the pub. Directly across from the main door, making the new patron meander through benches and tables, chairs and tables, sat a very small, modest looking oaken bar. The bar in the main room was jammed packed with bottles upon bottles, and behind the bar a multitude of different taps for ales and beers sat like waiting soldiers to fill a pint or two. (Or three or four.) The walls are covered in the many paper bills and coins of RhyDin's countless currencies signed by the many visitors over the years. (And pub goers are encouraged to tack a new one up if they haven't been to the pub before.) Statues and figures, some old gods and some new (if they were deities, they were most likely representations of those who enjoy fun, frolicking, good times, good people and good drinking) scatter themselves through shelves, flat surfaces, behind the modest bar. There's a few hats hung on the walls, notes from old tavern goers and new. Old labels from beers that were no longer found in the realm, pictures of guests and pub goers too could be found tucked between the currencies. O'Cleary's pub kept its history on its walls and encouraged newcomers to add to it.
To the left of the bar was a door that led to the kitchen, a smaller area than the commons. Here, O'Cleary's daughters and hired hands brushed elbows and legs with one another rushing to and fro in cooking and baking, but none seemed to mind. The ceiling was crammed full of woven baskets filled with the freshest of cooking herbs. Hand picked in the summer from the courtyard or fetched from the RhyDin Market places in winter. There were many traditional kitchen accessories mingling with the newer technologies quietly masked to blend in with the rest. (Running hot and cold water, for instance, but drawn by miniature hand pumps. A wood stove beside an electric one.) To the back of the kitchens nearest the back kitchen door (which is often open a little bit summer or fall to cool the area off) is a long dining room table for kitchen staff to sit and take breaks; candles in re-purposed wine bottles keep the area a lit at night (though cleverly woven through out the bar are tiny little electric lights that one of O'Cleary's daughters had installed.)
CREDIT: O CLEARYS PUB IS DIRECTLY BASED ON THE BRAZEN HEAD PUB IN DUBLIN, IRELAND. MANY THANKS TO THE BRAZEN HEAD FOR PROVIDING THE WORLD'S MOST PERFECT RHYDIN PUB!