Coffee, Code, and Chronicles

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The understanding of heresy in the Old World varies across the population. Some may say that heresy is rare; others may say it is too common. And still others may argue that everyone is guilty of heresy, therefore the topic is moot and there can be no heretics. The latter belief is, of course, heresy, and to give voice to this insane understanding is to be a heretic. Heresy takes many forms in Old World. The greatest is to worship the Ruinous Powers and give aid to the cults or participate in their foul rituals. The Ruinous Powers corrupt, physically and mentally, and often seek to kill, maim, poison, or bring plague upon Elves, Dwarves, Humans, and Halflings alike. Physical mutation—which forms are too great to count—is a sure sign of heresy manifest and, while often hidden in public, mutation is, to the heretic, an honor. In all cults, such mutation is sign the heretic has been touched by their patron. Mental corruption for some Ruinous Powers results in actions taken on behalf of a ...

The hordes of Beastmen that populate the dark forests of the Old World are filled with Gors. Gors present with great variation in form, but always a humanoid with the head and cloven hooves of a Goat and arms and torso of a human. Great pairs of horns are always present and in the Beastman herds can mark Gors for greatness. Gors lacking any horns are the lowest in the herds and often the subject of never ending “hazing," bullying, and fodder for the pikes, axes, and swords of Imperial armies and their allies. Size matters in Gor herds. The largest Gors are commonly referred to by scholars of these creatures as Bestigors. Minotaurs may tower above the greatest Bestigors, but are not thought just to be a larger form of Gor or Bestigor. Minotaurs are often fearsome leaders of great hordes of Beastman. Gors have been known to wield powerful shaman like magic. Magic that can bend the mind of its targets in ways that lead to despair on the battlefield: visions of comrades dead or terrai...

It's hard to know who Frau Trinken is or what Frau Trinken was up to in Übersreik. She was the subject of the Institute, a mysterious body of scholars and politicians that watched the actions of individuals that crossed their honey traps. Frau Trinken was one such person. Touched by insanity or by magic, she began to study a lost tower in the hinterlands of the province. Seeking brave, or possibly foolish, individuals to follow her actions, a company of "heroes" was recruited from the city watch. And thus began the travels of Niklos, Dankmar, Waldor, and Fineas (or Owly or Barry, depending on when you enter the story). The heroes tracked Frau Trinken to her home to find an apprentice and the drawings of a mad woman focused on a mysterious tower in the aforementioned hinterlands. Finding the tower and the interest of Frau Trinken soon led to first encounters with the Red Triangle, a cult of the chaos god of Change, Tzeentch. Patron deity to the mysterious Schmitterling, a ...

Atop the Fauschlag sits the City of the White Wolf, Middenheim. The Fauschlag itself is the god Taal's gift to his brother Ulric. 2300 years ago on the Imperial Calendar, Wulcan, High Priest in the cult of Ulric was visited by the deity. Striking the ground with the butt of Blitzbeil, Ulric's personal great axe, a great flame erupted. Ulric commanded Wulcan to build him a grand temple, saying, “On this spot, as long as this fire burns in its hearth, your people shall endure." Today, the temple is a castle as well as a cathedral. The flame burns in front of the High Altar in a high vaulted roof of awe inspiring architecture. The grand nave and chancel hold more than 1000 worshipers and the acoustics said to be so fine that the High Priest may whisper and the worshipper in the furthest corner of the nave may hear perfectly—and an Ulrican priest is not one to whisper. The flame itself is a center piece of the temple and is often used in important state functions and high prof...

Dankmar. Stevedore, Vampire Hunter, Troll Slayer, Ranger, Warrior Priest, and Dentist. Dankmar was, past tense, a respected member of the Stevedore guild houses, though freelance. As such, Dankmar picked up work small and large, navigating the many gangs of equally skilled laborers in the warehouses and on the piers of the River Reik in Übersreik. Need to tie off your skiff or load and balance the dozens of crates on the ship? Dankmar's boat hook, strong back, and quick hands were ready to be of service. In the months since meeting his companions, he has traveled further than anyone he knows closely, not counting any career sailor Dankmar may have passed on a gangway or cellar bar in Übersreik. Dankmar, for a period, decorated his boat hook with the teeth of a nascent vampire haunting the tenements of Übersreik and a troublesome River Troll in the River Reik. His companions called him “the dentist" as these trophies were collected. Sadly, the boat hook was lost in a flood. Tod...