Dec 5, 2025 2:42 am
On the surface, the Empire is all but invincible. It is the greatest of the Old World’s realms, both in extent and in military might.
Founded two and a half millennia ago, it has withstood countless assaults by Greenskins, Skaven, Chaos, and its many neighbours. Beneath the banner of the twin-tailed comet, emblem of its founder-god Sigmar Heldenhammer, the State Armies of the Empire take to the field behind their mighty Griffon-riding Emperor, confident of victory.
However, scratch the surface and peer just beneath, and things take on a different aspect. There are worrying rumours concerning the Emperor’s health, and he hasn’t been near his Griffon for months. Deep in the remote forests of this vast realm, Beastmen and worse still lurk, even though the forces of Chaos were expelled from the land two centuries ago. The taint of Chaos touches everywhere, inflicting strange mutations that force good folk to hide from their neighbours or face the flames of the witch hunters. Strange and secretive cults worship blasphemous gods with titles like ‘the Changer of the Ways’, ‘the Prince of Pleasure’ and ‘the Father of Decay’.
Beyond the Empire’s borders, past the icy fringes of Kislev and Norsca, the swelling forces of Chaos inhabit the twisted and unnatural Northern Chaos Wastes. Leaders rise and fall, amassing armies to raid and plunder, only to have them disperse again. But rumour suggests a new Chosen of the Ruinous Powers walks the north, and is binding the warlike tribes together. So, the rulers of the Old World do not relax their vigilance. They keep their eyes steadily on this terrible external threat.
But, all of this does not concern you. Your world is smaller, grittier, and far more immediate. You worry about where your next meal will come from - and whether it'll come with a tankard of ale. You hope for a warm, dry place to sleep that isn't crawling with vermin. You keep an eye out for bandits, cutpurses, and worse - knowing they can strip you of what little you have and leave you bleeding in a ditch. The Empire is a hard place for those of your station. You survive by your wits, grit, luck, and stubbornness - scraping by in a world that barely spares a thought for folk like you.
Yet, somehow fate may turn it's gaze upon you. If it does … everything will change.
GAME DETAILS
System:
Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay 4th Edition
I’m not an expert in WFRP 4e rules. The system might be a bit crunchy for PbP, so expect the occasional houserule to keep things flowing. My play style leans more heavily on tone and story, so powergamers might get frustrated.
Setting:
The Old World ... well, not the NEW Old World. The, uh … old Old World.
Think Game of Thrones meets Blackadder: grimdark medieval Europe, corruption, Chaos in the north, gutter survival, brutal combat, political scheming — all with just enough dark humour to keep you laughing before something awful happens.
Characters:
Any career from the Core Rulebook. Brass Tier preferred - gutter scum, desperate dreamers, and unlucky fools welcome.
Players:
Anyone is welcome. I’m looking for roleplayers who want to inhabit their character, explore their flaws, ambitions (and poor life choices), and engage with a long-term narrative. Two slots are already taken by members of my in-person group; I aim to recruit 2–3 more players.
HOW TO APPLY
Please post a character concept below — no stats needed yet. Tell me a bit about them - who they are, what they want, and what keeps them awake at night.
I will DM applicants once selections are made.
Last edited December 7, 2025 12:21 am
