An ambitious Packmaster from the infamous Clan Moulder, Vritch has come to Mordheim to see first-hand the effects of the Warpstone on the vermin of that cursed city. He herds these mutated rats into battle, testing them for strength, speed, aggression and useful mutations.
The Cult of Ulric has many followers, particularly in the great city-state of Middenheim. Amongst the most devout are known as the Wolf-Kin – fanatical warrior bands who wander the North of the Empire looking for servants of ruin. Ulbrecht was a member of one such band once.
After one battle with a tribe of man-beasts, his band celebrated in honour of Ulric. Much ale was drunk, war songs were sung and Ulric was pleased. However when Ulbrecht woke up, he was surrounded by the remains of his brothers – and he was soaked in blood.
Knowing only combat and prayers to Ulric, Ulbrecht could not comprehend what had happened. He stumbled panicked into the woodland and was soon set upon by vile beasts wielding crude weapons of black steel – Ulbrecht felt it; the touch of his god, the touch of the wolf and he changed.
After tearing the beastmen limb from limb Ulbrecht felt the call to head to Mordheim – he would find much evil to destroy in the name of Ulric there, and his god had given him the strength to do it.
It's a hard life in the Lochrafurt halberdiers; meagre pay, no prospects, arduous patrols against beastmen and worse. It's a wonder anyone would want to sign-up!
Every day when he wakes up Udo asks himself why he joined up, then he asks why he stayed so long before he deserted, then he wonders why he came to Mordheim, before finally he finds the closest bottle and begins drowning his sorrows.
His mind broken, Ubel lives only to hunt and slaughter the beastspawn of Chaos. Hailing from the Drakwald, it was never going to be an easy life for the woodcutter Ubel and his young family; raids by the Ungor were a common occurrence, although Ubel and the other men of the hamlet claimed many of their heads with their trusty axes.
It was his daughter's third birthday when a herd of savage Gor descended on Ubel's hamlet – Ubel was returning from a nearby town with a small, colourfully painted wooden top he had scrimped and saved to get for his beloved Clara when he saw the flames and heard the screams. Charging towards his home, Ubel cut down vile beastmen left and right as he fought to save his family, but it was for nothing; they had been slaughtered by the Gor.
Ubel's mind snapped then, and at that moment he swore to all the gods that would listen that he would exterminate all beastmen. Drifting from place to place, Ubel follows stories of beastman raids so he can relieve his growing madness with Gor blood.
There are many famous outlaws across the known world – the Herrimaults of Bretonnia, Olekska of Ostland and the Vorgrimler Family – to listen to him, Tobias von Wald comes above even those famed criminals!
Thankfully for Tobias there are enough mercenary captains desperate for a skilled marksman that believe his self-praise.
The god of secrets is an inscrutable master, but still there are those that seek his favour. The entity known as the Three Dozen and Three is one (or is that many?) of those who seek the favour of Tzeentch. As its name suggests, it is in fact a collection of beings and souls bound together at the whim of the Changer of the Ways.
A powerful but capricious sorcerer, the Three Dozen and Three wields dark magic with ease – although the potency varies depending on the dominant personality at the time the spell is cast.
Thagolz is one of the type of Ogres known as Hunters. Exiled from his tribe many years ago, Thagolz has wandered ever since, never really fitting in anywhere he went.
Unlike most Hunters, who specialise in game, Thagolz has turned his skills towards catching bounties – he's the first known Ogre Bounty Hunter, although he only ever takes on bounties where the living status is optional!
The Tilean known only as La Spada is a duellist of dark and dangerous repute. For years he plied his trade across the Old World, serving as a proxy in duels for wealthy merchants and effete nobles. Each time he
won, typically cutting his opponents to ribbons in the process, and left with a pouch full of gold crowns.
La Spada thirsts for a greater challenge; the reputation of the Cursed City has attracted him, as has the stories of the skilled warriors that have gathered there. He now sells his services to whoever will pay his fee – as long as there are opponents to kill, La Spada is satisfied.
Skazog Gitkilla is a typical Black Orc; tall, strong, well-armed and a formidable warrior. He fights in the ruins of Mordheim alongside the various Orc warbands that have come to krump; he remains disdainful of the undisciplined Greenskins though and will often hand out a beating to those that don't 'stick to da plan'.
A particularly zealous Prophet of the End Times, Sigismund is utterly devoted to Sigmar. He preaches atonement for sins through flagellation and has a sizeable following amongst the Flagellants, particularly those that gather around the various Witch Hunter bands that have descended upon Mordheim.
Sigismund's mere presence spurs Flagellants to ever greater acts of atonement – many is the enemy of Sigmar that has fallen beneath flail and club as the fiery preacher looks on, delivering an apocalyptic sermon.
Ever since the blackpowder pistols were invented the nobility has started a trend for duelling with them rather than the traditional form of combat with blade.
Sebastian Haselnuß, although a commoner, made a small fortune acting as a proxy for nobles who didn't feel able to fight for their own honour in a duel. He has nerves of steel and is a deadeye shot with his well-used duelling pistols.
Sebastian was scheduled to act as a proxy for a Baron Otto in the days when the comet fell, in the aftermath of the destruction of Mordheim he now sells his services to the mercenary captains that soon gathered at the ruins.
Although it is a traditional instrument in many provinces of the Empire, the bagpipe is nevertheless not a popular choice. Its wailing lament-filled dirge is particularly ill-suited to the travelling musicians known as Bards – but Rufus von Hamelin still prefers it over the more popular lutes that most seem to ply their trade with these days.
Rufus plays his songs even on the battlefield, where they can help raise the spirits of his comrades. Of course, perhaps they fight harder in order to end the battle and shut the piper up, but Rufus is just glad to be receiving coin for his music!
Dark Elves are infamous raiders along the coasts of the Old World – the appearance of a Black Ark is a time of dread – most flee inland rather than risk the cruel raiding parties of Elven Corsairs.
Ruathar Darkwater is one such Corsair. Armed with cruel sword and the feared repeater crossbow, and wearing a rare cloak fashioned from the hide of a Sea Dragon, Ruathar is a black-hearted murderer and pirate. He views Mordheim as simply another raid – when he has taken enough gold, he will return to his ship along with the other Druchii that have made the journey to the cursed city.
The Norse Dwarfs are considered strange by most of their kind; in some ways they seem to have more in common with the men of Kislev and the more civilised Norscans than they do with the Dwarfs of the more Southerly holds and keeps.
Rornyr hails from the Dwarf hold of Kraka Drak, and he came to Mordheim alongside a mixed band of Dwarfs and Men that intended to make their fortune in the cursed ruins. When they arrived they went their separate ways; each selling their skills with axe, sword or bow to earn a few crowns. Rornyr's chosen weapon is a finely crafted axe – at least in this regard he shares something in common with his Southern kin.
Some men are pompous. Some are vain. Others still are arrogant. Roderick, self-proclaimed as 'the Resplendent' is all this and worse. He is as if a peacock was given human form as a joke by the gods.
It is no surprise that such a man might fall into the worship of the Dark Prince Slaanesh. Viewing the Lord of Pleasure as the only deity worthy of his praise, Roderick can be found working with the forces of Chaos, although his polished armour marks him out in stark contrast to the tattered robes and dark steel of most warriors in service to the Ruinous Powers.
The Moot is the home of the Halflings and Rigo Merrivale is a celebrated hero of the little people. This flamboyant character has come to Mordheim to win a bet – he bet Jaggo Redcheeks a week's worth of breakfasts that he could survive a full year in the infamous Cursed City and he fully intends to win his bet!
To attempt to make his stay more comfortable Rigo hires himself out to some of the warbands that are seeking their fortune in the ruins. He's a likeable chap and is not without combat skill, so he is rarely without employment.
