We just got back to WFRP2 last Wednesday. We started a new campaign I labeled as “Warhammer Quest”. Read more about it at my other blog.
One dungeon. Add your own scenarios.
A WFRP Dungeon
1. Door to Dungeon: An arched doorway, framed with large, heavy unmortared stonework. Within this solid outline is a very heavy oak door, strengthened with iron bands and studwork. In the upper part of the door is a heavy metal grill; a bolted metal panel can be opened from the dungeon-side of the door. There are two locks, which require separate keys, held by two different people (one by a castle-side duty guard, the other by the steward). On the dungeon-side of the door there are also two locks, which require a third and fourth key, held by two different people (one by a dungeon-side guard, the other by the jailer). Consequently, transfer of prisoners or staff in or out is a protracted affair. A chain on the right-hand side of the door rings a bell on the dungeon-side. On the left-hand side is a bell connected to a similar chain on the dungeon-side of the door. Two guards are on the door (one carrying one of the keys for the outer door locks), armed with short swords, spears and shields, wearing leather armour, with mail shirts and helmets.
2. Guard Station: A small wedge-shaped landing with two fixed benches along the walls either side of the dungeon door, facing down the stairs. The landing narrows towards the stairs. A chain on the right-hand side of the door rings a bell on the castle-side. Two guards are on the door (one carrying one of the keys for the inner door locks), armed with short swords, spears and shields, wearing leather armour, with mail shirts and helmets. A lantern illuminates the area; a polished mirror above the door arch directs light directly down the stairway giving guards above a clear view. A lever on the wall can remotely lock the portcullis at the bottom of the stairs
3. Stairway: Steep stone steps lead down to the dungeon. At the stop, the stairs are narrow, with room to admit the passage of only one person at a time, but they broaden so that by the bottom there is room for three people side by side.
4. Portcullis: A heavy iron gate secures the bottom of the stairs. It can be raised or lowered by the two guards at the bottom of the stairs on the dungeon-side, using a wheel on the wall. The portcullis is not normally locked (although it can be locked from the Guard Station (3) above), but is usually lowered, and requires two men to work the wheel to raise it. Two guards are on the gate, armed with short swords and wearing leather armour, with mail shirts and helmets. A small bench fixed to the opposite wall alternately allows one guard to sit while the other stands.
5. Cells: There are twenty cells. They are small, windowless, with nowhere to hide. Furnishing ranges from straw and bucket to blanketed cot-bed, table and chair, depending on the quality of the prisoner. The flagstone floors are sloped into one corner with a fist-sized, iron-grilled drainage hole to clear water when the cells are sluiced out. Each cell has a barred iron gate, hinged to the wall outside the cell, with a lock (keys held by jailor; steward has a spare set).
6. Torture Chamber: A large open room, illuminated by braziers filled with red-hot coals and three small fire places in three of the four walls. Access is via a barred iron gate identical to the kind on the cells. The room contains a rack, an iron maiden, and a good selection of small knives, pincers and pliers, branding irons, whips and other tools of the torturer’s trade (the more creative of these include three small cages, each containing a large rat). Additionally, there is a writing desk with stool, paper and ink, wax and seals to record confessions. The flagged floor slopes towards the centre of the room where a head-sized, iron-grilled drainage hole allows water to drain when the room is sluiced out. Two guards are on the gate outside the chamber, armed with short swords and wearing leather armour, with mail shirts and helmets. The jailer holds the key to the gate. The torturer and his apprentice do not hold keys.
7. Kitchen: Preparation area for prisoners’ and staff meals. In practice, it’s more of a shelved storage area for bread, cheese, oats and water and small beer. Utensils, plates and bowls are made of wood. There is a table and two stools. If the dungeon hosts prisoners deserving better, then food is brought down from the castle kitchens.
8. Jailer’s Room: A small room containing a bed, a chair, a small table and a chamber pot.
9. Torturer’s Room: A small room separated into two halves by rustic wooden frame covered with old but thick blankets, providing some privacy for the Torturer and his Apprentice. Additionally, there is a table, with two chairs, a small table, and a chamber pot under each bed.
10. Water Barrel: A large tapped barrel filled with water. This is kept topped up by buckets of water carried down by the Torturer’s Apprentice.
11. Baron’s Safe Room: This room is secured by a heavy iron-bound oak door, to which the Baron holds the only keys (one to unlock the outer lock, the other to a lock on the inner side, so if the Baron is inside it doesn’t matter if the outer lock is picked). Inside is a comfortable velvet chair, a leather-topped oak desk and a Dwarven combination rune safe embedded in the wall. There is also a large oil lamp, which provides a reasonable degree of warmth as well as light. The Dwarven safe contains a range of documents, private letters, gold and jewels. It also has a hidden door in the back (opened by a second rune combination that only works after the first has been entered and outer door opened). The hidden door is large enough for a grown man to crawl through, but opens up into:
12. Small Cave and Escape Tunnel: This small Dwarf-made cave contains a small stash of wrapped oiled weapons (two swords, two hand axes, two daggers, a bow and quiver containing 20 arrows), sturdy leather travelling clothes and cloaks wrapped in waxed paper in a leather sack, and a quantity of coins (mostly silver, with some gold and copper) and jewels. There are also two filled oil lanterns, a tinderbox, waterproofed matches, and an empty water bottle. This represents the Baron’s emergency escape kit. From the cave, a Dwarf-made tunnel leads a mile from the castle, opening up through a cunningly concealed stone doorway in a rocky outcrop in a wood. A Dwarf engineer who knew of this doorway’s existence might be able to open it from the outside. However, even a Dwarf would be unlikely to notice the concealed door unless he was knowingly searching for it.
The Baron: There’s really nothing admirable about cruelty, but it is part of the role. Having the threat of a secure dungeon and torture chamber underneath the castle seems a pragmatic method of maintaining a suitably menacing air of authority and power, even if one would rather not keep it stocked and busy. One has to admit, though, that giving rivals and enemies, and on occasion annoying relatives and guests, a tour of the dungeon demonstrates the threat and gives me a bit a giggle at the same time. I do wish the cult of Sigmar would come and collect that horrible Beastmen, though. It’s been, what, a year now since I wrote to them? I mean, I understand bureaucracy as well as the next man, but even so. Still, it maintains the illusion, I suppose. Of course, the dungeon does provide a very secure place to hide, and subsequently escape should the castle ever become overrun. Better still, I can go down to the Safe Room and hide away from the family, get on with some paperwork, or read a book in peace for a few hours. Pity I didn’t incorporate a fireplace and chimney into the Safe Room. Perhaps I should get one of the braziers from the Torture Chamber put in there.
The Steward: The dungeon is something of a distasteful and rather pointless irritant. It wouldn’t be a significant problem, except that as holder of one of the keys for the outer locks on the main dungeon door one has to be on hand at least twice a day to enable changing of the guards, water collection and so on (morning and evening). If only the blessed cult of Sigmar would send someone to deal with that damned Beastman the Baron insisted on locking up then we could dispense with much of this nonsense.
The Jailer: This has to be the best job in the world: something to eat and drink, a bed, some coin in my pocket, and a day off once a month to visit the ladies. And only a single cell to inspect, even though that Beastman does look rather scary. Why doesn’t the Baron just get his guards to kill it, or give the Torturer something to practice on? Oh well, that’s nobles for you.
The Torturer: This looked like a cushy job, but it’s actually mind-numbingly dull, with bugger all to do. Even that Beastman is off limits on the Baron’s orders. Hopefully the Sigmarites, if they ever arrive, will take advantage of the Torture Chamber, see my skills in action, and offer me a more rewarding job. Shame I probably wouldn’t be able to take this half-Orc Apprentice with me; he seems to have a real enthusiasm for the theory, even though there’s been nothing to practise on. And those tusks and fangs! Wish I had a set of my own! I’d have them talking without lifting a knife!
The Torturer’s Apprentice: Don’t know if he did it for me or for mother, but it was nice of the Baron to give me this job. It’s safer down here, and the servants can only be mean to me when I go to collect food or water. The guards are nicer down here to me too. They know I’m strong and admire it, even though they can’t show it when they’re with the maids upstairs. I miss mum though; she’s getting old and not as strong as she was, and I worry about her lots. The Torturer’s really nice too. He lets me look at his books, manuals he calls them. He’s learning me the words, and the interesting pictures help sometimes. The only scary thing is that it’s harder to hide some things down here. I don’t know what they’ll do if they find out I’m really a girl.
The Guards: It’s sooooo borrrrrrring down here! The Jailer doesn’t do much of anything, but he seems normal enough. The Torturer is a bit creepy to be honest, but I guess he’d be a rubbish Torturer if he wasn’t, and I think he’s as bored as we are. That half-Orc Apprentice is alright though, always asking if his mum’s okay. Never really talked to him before he was sent down here to work, but you just want to smile a bit when he comes round the corner. A bit quiet, but he’s had a hard time of it upstairs, given that he’s a freak and everything. Reckon he’d make a hell of a fighter though if someone trained him up a bit. It’s probably in the blood.
The Beastman: Caught I was, now I rot under the ground. Weak in body, but not mind. Oh, no. Mind is strong. Can still hear the song of the Dark Beast. If I get some blood, I can sing it too. And then small things will slither and crawl though the small dark holes in the corners of these cells. Small, but dangerous. If I get some blood.