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Item #: SCP-9009 ("The Lucky Tavern")
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: None
Description: SCP-9009 hereby known as the Lucky Tavern. It is a decrepit empty tavern with only a single customer inside. The Lucky Tavern can only exist for those people who met certain conditions.
Interviewed: Witness. Gareth of Antioch, an alcoholic mason in his late 40's.
Interviewer: Ser William Methuselah , Order of the Securus Contineo Praemunio
Foreword: The interview document was dated circa 12th century.
<Begin Log>
Gareth of Antioch: I do not want any trouble, Ser.
Ser William Methuselah: Be at ease, citizen. I assure you that I mean no harm.
Ser William Methuselah: I hear that you have been telling a peculiar tale about a tavern called Lucky. Let us hear it from the beginning.
Gareth of Antioch: Aye Ser. It was late when I went home after a hard day's work when I discovered I lost my key to my home. I tried to pry open the door but it was strong as I made it. Bandits and murderers roam in that part of town as most of townfolk were massacred by a raiding party. With no recourse, I decided to wander around.
Ser William Methuselah: You did not wake your wife or children?
Gareth of Antioch: Both dead. They were… massacred…during that cruel raid when I was in Tripoli for a construction project. I am always praying every day and night for an answer. What have they done to deserve a a fate like that?
Ser William Methuselah: The Lord works in mysterious ways.
Gareth of Antioch: Amen. I decided to wander around as the night was quiet and cool. The moon was beautiful that evening, bigger and brighter than usual.
Ser William Methuselah: You do not fear thieves or thugs? Then why the strong doors?
Gareth of Antioch: I have no care for my own safety, Ser. But no man shall touch my property over my dead body.
Gareth of Antioch: Eventually, I came across a tavern, old by the looks of it. No signs except for a lock and a key engravings. That is why I named it Lucky. Heh.
Gareth of Antioch: But what was strange was it was open when most were close during that hour. I went inside as curiosity got the better of me. Yet it was empty except for one man.
Ser William Methuselah: Can you remember anything about that man?
Gareth of Antioch: Remembering is no problem, ser. I could not forget even if I was dead drunk!
Gareth of Antioch: The biggest man I have seen in my life , Ser. Atleast a head taller than me with arms like those of a blacksmith and a belly to match. A Turk by the looks of him and his thick Arabic accent. But a foul-mouthed fellow, he can curse like a drunken sailor.
Ser William Methuselah: You talked with him?
Gareth of Antioch: Aye, introduced himself as Ibrahim of Nineveh, though I haven't the faintest idea where that is, says he is a member of a council , passed himself as a very important man but I don't believe every word coming out of a stranger. Kept cursing about his fellows though, complaining that they are a strange bunch. Except for the one he calls the Founder, whom he spoke in deference.
Ser William Methuselah: Did he describe this Founder?
Gareth of Antioch: I am sure he did but the memory escapes me , Ser. It is on the tip of me tongue yet I cannot seem to speak the words, like a specter that refuses to be captured.
Ser William Methuselah: What else did this Ibrahim of Nineveh said?
Gareth of Antioch: I did not listen much as I was enjoying my drink…which now that I think of it came out of nowhere as there were no barkeeper or anyone except us two.
Gareth of Antioch: Anyway, I do remember that he said that he is the Keeper of Keys and the Lord of Locks. Then suddenly, he turned dead serious. All quiet like before saying something gibberish.
Ser William Methuselah: What was it?
Gareth of Antioch: Ibrahim said "Gareth, human civilization started at the birth of the lock and the key. It was made not only to keep things out but also to keep them in".
Gareth of Antioch: I sat there wondering if he was a fool or one of those poet-philosophers old fogeys. But I decided to entertain him and I said "What things?"
Gareth of Antioch: Ibrahim looked at me with sad eyes and said "Your wife and child. It wasn't a raid that massacred the people."
Gareth of Antioch: I could not believe what I was hearing. I wanted to bash his head for that distasteful jest but the moment I stood up I was already in shackles and when I looked around the tavern it had transformed into a dungeon of steel and chains.
Gareth of Antioch: Ibrahim continued " I am sorry, boy. I wish I had a better answer for you but that was the truth."
Ser William Methuselah: What happened next?
Gareth of Antioch: I do not remember. I woke up in front of my house with the door open and my lost key in my hand. I tried to find the tavern again but I cannot find it no matter where I look in the whole of Antioch. That is why I kept pestering people in hopes that I can find that place again.
Ser William Methuselah: You did not try to ask the local authorities?
Gareth of Antioch: I did many times but they take me for an insane drunken fool.
Ser William Methuselah: I see. That is all , Gareth. I am grateful for your cooperation in this matter.
Gareth of Antioch: A moment , Ser. Do you know anything about what really happened to my wife and child?
Ser William Methuselah: I am sorry, Gareth. There is no record of the raid last year or your wife and child as well as the town.
Gareth of Antioch: What do you mean, Ser?
Ser William Methuselah: And there is no record of you.
<End Log]>
Closing Statement: According to the SCP Database, Gareth of Antioch was executed as a heretic in the dungeons of Old Castle and all records of him , his family, and the town where he lived was expunged from public records.
Addendum: By the Order of the 05 Council. Hereby declared that SCP-9009 is safe and harmless.
SCP Researchers and Analyst examined the record and concluded that the conditions to locate SCP-9009 are as follows:
1. The individual must be locked out from their intended destination which they have a key to but somehow lost.
2. The individual must wander around on their own volition.
3. The individual must in their own heart and mind be looking for an answer or explanation.
