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WFRP: Best of the fans (9)

This spring the A to Z blogging challenge was brought to my attention. I could never ever in my imagination seeing myself contributing to posting one post every day, for a month. So I wrote it off.

Then Tim at Another Caffienated Day showed me how it’s done! He stepped up to the plate, and delivered 26 blog posts, from A to Z, about WFRP.

A mighty deed, indeed. Impressive and invigorating. And absolutely worthy of a Best of the Fans mention!

But I have to beat an old drum of mine. Hearing from readers is one of the most fun parts of writing a blog, and if you drop by and read Tim’s posts, drop him a “hello” and “well played, good chap” or what passses as a cheer in your part of the world.

For I would very much like him to continue blogging, even if it’s not one post a day. So remember Another Caffienated Day when you think about what’s the best among WFRP fans. 

/Magnus
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WFRP: Cemetary Polka

In my mind, Altdorf is a mad place, a cacaphony of bizarre antics of depraved individuals with warped motivations set against the backdrop of a world insane. And on top of that people are stupid and greedy. And there is no one better to capture that than Tom Waits. An acquired taste, I guarantee you, but to me  nothing says WFRP in Altdorf in music more than the Cemetary Polka.

And now the lyrics, adapted to the Old World
Cemetary Polka, by Thomas Warten
Uncle Werner, uncle Werner, independent as a hog on ice
He’s a big shot down there at the slaughterhouse
Plays accordion for old Herr Weiss

Uncle Berthold, uncle Wilhelm
Made a fortune selling halfling pies
But they’re tightwads and they’re cheapskates
And they’ll never give a klank to us 

Auntie Mame has gone insane
She lives in the doorway of an old hostel
And the guests are singing opera
All she ever says is “Go to hell!”

Uncle Violet sailed as a pilot
Never gave the pretty girls a glance
Now he runs a tiny little book shop
They say he never keeps it in his pants

Uncle Schill will never leave a will
And the tumor is as big as an egg
He has a mistress, she is Kislevitan
And I heard she has a wooden leg

Uncle Willi can’t live without his pills
He is hard of hearing and he’s almost blind
And we must find out where the money is
Get it now before he loses his mind

Uncle Werner, uncle Werner, independent as a hog on ice
He’s a big shot down there at the slaughterhouse
He plays accordion for old Herr Weiss
/Magnus
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WFRP: Help wanted (19)

“Have lost heirloom in River Reik. Dropped from Reiksbrücke. Will pay 100 Gold Crowns for retrieval. Contact Jürgen Vasser at the Hangman’s Tavern.”
– A difficult job indeed. Notice posted at several inns along the river Reik.

This little job could open up for splendid opportunities for the players to show their ingenuity. Will they try to find a submersible boat? Or invent a diving bell? Or simply dive from a boat? And what is it that’s been lost? It might indeed be Herr Vasser’s heirloom, but more probably something he has stolen. Maybe from a mage?
So decide what’s been lost, toss this note out to the players and things will roll along nicely from there. Don’t forget that the Niederhafen Pike should play a part in this adventure!
/Magnus