The latest version of Gitzman’s Super Huge Detailed Map of the Warhammer Old World is up and running on his SITE. If you’re wondering the location of Grunewald Lodge, Geissbach or Caradué search no more!
I think I’m speaking for the whole community as I express the gamers’ huge gratitude for this enormous and necessary project.
edit: I just noticed I already skipped a day without a mutant. I made up for it and there are currently four ready-to-use mutants in Inspiration > Other section. All of them are quite sad cases. Maybe I should write a more happy mutants? Like four turtle like beastmen living in the sewers of Altdorf?
But reading through WFRP2 supplement Tome of Corruption I gained a feverish vision of writing an usable mutant per day.
Now I know that at least someone keep track of my RSS feed so I won’t be spamming their feed with daily posts but will post them HERE possibly catching up when something interesting turns up.
But let’s start with the idea that started this project.
Noble, Ruler, Nordland, Slaanesh
In the cold and windy coast of Nordland a knight and bailiff of Qvidja (a small settlement west from Hargendorf founded by Klaus’s forefather Joachmin). Flemings have ruled their fief with a hard grasp before but Klaus has become the epitome of ruthless bailiff.
While serving in the navy of Elector Count von Raukov Fleming attacked a Norscan coastal village slaughtering recklessly adults and children alike in the name of Sigmar. After the battle was over a weeping widow came to Fleming and before anybody could stop her the witch had laid a curse on the knight. After this Klaus fell ill and was returned to his home.
The bailiff could not eat or drink and was withering away before the eyes of his loving wife. Who was shocked to tears to learn of his husbands condition. Late at night when his wife was weeping for him Klaus woke up from a feverish dream to feel a irresistible hunger and thirst. Seeing no chalice of water he grasped his wife and licked away her tears.
After that night Klaus grew stronger. Soon he was able to walk the palisades and inspect his troops but now his wife was withering. And it was not long before he died of grief.
Since then Klaus has learned that he can only satisfy his hunger by drinking tears. And a seemingly endless supply of peasants has kept him going. What he does to those poor souls in the dungeons of his castle none dare to guess but whispers of Chaos worshiping are bound to rise sooner or later.
As is a a rebellion of peasants…