B is for the Bricks Keller

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 Marienburg, and for a price, in guilders—and even “jink"— to the cult of Ranald, his operation can provide even licenses for the use of magic that would fool the most pious Witchhunters. The Brickskeller sees murder as an act worthy of “excommunication." Yet, the congregation's members are not all innocents; some times a mark will die, or a baker will step into an altercation...

Always tip the bartender, generously. Never question the character of a patron, and always cut the cult of Ranald a share of any earnings, whether operating with Herr van Kars knowledge or not.