Coffee, Code, and Chronicles

The cosmopolitan city-state of Marienburg, capital of the “Wasteland," is home to scores of respectable taverns, clubs, and restaurants, catering to an ever growing merchant class calling the largest port of the River Reik home. Serving the lower classes in the districts of Marienburg are hundreds of watering holes, dives, dens, and snugs. On such Kneipe  is the Brickskeller, or in the common tongue, Brick Cellar. Here the criminal boss Pit van Kars, a priest of Ranald, the patron deity of all rogues, and his gang, all acolytes to be sure, runs his city wide operations. As a priest, if part-time, he evangelizes to all that seek meaning to their behaviors and absolution for the actions on the streets and canals of Marienburg. Herr van Kars influence is far reaching, as far north as Almshoven and very likely with cult contacts deep in the Empire itself. His operation is without boundaries in endeavor or entrepreneurship. Herr van Kars is known to employ the finest forgers in Marienb...

In the 200 years since the Great Chaos Incursion that left the village of Almshoven mostly in ruins, save its well known lighthouse looking over the Manaanspoort Sea, Almshoven is again inhabited. It is also known for its massive Garden to Morr, still in use, but largely overgrown and permanently shrouded in a mist or fog the clutches at the weeds and headstones, defying even the hottest day. The centuries old ruins invited treasure hunters, or grave robbers, depending on which side of the calculus one viewed the participants. The character of these opportunists naturally invited others and Almshoven is almost a proper village again with a functioning port.  It's having your bare feet on the ground in Almshoven that one finds the details disquieting. Almshoven is run by a brute of a man known as “The Gut." His laws are simple: Permitted to duel; if challenged, you get to choose the weapon. Until death or submission. No interference. Or you’re dead. No magic. Or you’re dead. No...