Bifrost

BACKSTORY

Formerly occupying the role of Demon Lord from her home dimension, the mendacity of their position and their entire war against the light-aligned aspect of their world became apparent as she pulled back the curtains more. Rather than perpetuate the cycle of violence (despite how much she loved an excellent bout), she violated the natural progression of this cycle by eating the “chosen one” and settling for peace with the other side. Of course, the powers that be weren’t going just to let this happen, so Bifrost was cast adrift within a space between dimensions. Bereft of any sort of purpose, this layer between planes was little more than a border between the realms that already existed. A road between worlds or a bridge used by the gods to hop from place to place.

Now at first, Bifrost panicked, like anyone would in that situation. Unable to do anything except float freely through this space for a good long while, the cat eventually decided to try and stop escaping. Instead, she’d set up shop here! By expending half of her powers on the creation of a plane amidst this chaos, the feline soon found herself drawing on some of her more positive memories of her time as an adventurer long before that mantle was thrust upon her. With those ideas in her mind, the sprawling tavern-like dimension first emerged. Roughly the size of a small city when it first came to completion, the cat soon set out to carve out her new existence. A task that would prove to be easier said than done, like all worthwhile pursuits.

But over many years, the thousands of staff members and connections this planar establishment employed began to grow. At first, there were only a tiny handful of people willing to join the bartender, primarily due to a steep discount on the hooch given to all employees. As the customer base continued to expand, of course, Bifrost realized that perhaps this place could be more than just a simple bar. Industrious as ever, she established a hierarchy among her staff and entered into new business areas. After all, there was plenty of space in the taverns being underutilized! The breweries soon became fonts of alchemical research disguised as mixology, establishing new potions and effects on the daily. The sprawling network of storage bays combined with the gates from dimension to dimension meant that the smuggling of items through the underside of the venue was viable. So long as people were willing to pay and certain types of trafficking were banned, Bifrost] was happy to accept their business.

Today, calling the Bridge of the Gods a bar is inaccurate. An independent faction of thousands serving as staff, enforcers, researchers, and other various roles in the service of the Grand Barkeeper, Bifrost. Don’t let the employees' snazzy outfits and affable attitudes fool you. They’re not a group to trifle. Wanting to ensure that all the patrons of their establishment have a good time, they’re quick to crack down on any unapproved activity. But if you follow the established rules? There’s no better venue to spend your time at.