Conan's Pub 'n Slaves / CONAN

Before the age of jump drives and corporate empires, there was another frontier — a brutal world of savagery and steel where only the ruthless thrived. On the savage plains of a long-forgotten world, a handful of exiles carved out a name in a place where survival itself was a currency. They called it Conan’s Pub ‘n Slaves — a rough-hewn drinking hole and “labor broker” nestled deep in the desert. It was no paradise, but it was home — to cutthroats, mercenaries, fugitives, and warriors bound by fire-forged camaraderie and mead-soaked nights.

When that world fell to ruin — buried beneath shifting sands, server wipes, and ancient code — the crew didn’t die. They ascended.

Led by the enigmatic founder known only as Conan, the surviving members of the pub gathered their spoils, salvaged what little tech they could, and looked to the stars with a singular goal: Rebuild the pub.