Monday, January 26, 2026

After Ragnarok

I ran my first game of the year last Friday: a session of Runecairn using a modified version of the introductory adventure in the game's core book.


Characters

A skald

A scout

A berserkr

A seer

A pyre


Events

The characters awoke in a stone chamber lit by a bonfire at the center of the room. They did not remember their names, nor how they had come to be in this cave. When the pyre examined the bonfire, she saw that a skeleton pierced through with a spear sat at its middle. She could feel the heat of the flames on her skin, but the sensation was muted--she realized then that they numbered all among the dead.

The sound of the sea could be heard from the mouth of a sea cave to the south. Looking out of the mouth revealed a sea choked with broken dragon-prowed ships, dead Vikings, and slain monsters. The scout dismantled the bonfire, which (in retrospect) could have been a disastrous mistake. The berserkr found a broken sword; this was their only weapon for the time being.

They could also hear the sound of metal scraping against stone coming from a corridor. They followed the sound and saw two viking specters uselessly dragging broken swords across the stone walls of the corridor. The wraiths ignored them as they passed through the tunnel into a wide-open chamber with a large crater at its center. When the berserkr examined the crater, a massive demon made of rock dropped from a ledge overhead. The party ran for the safety of another corridor, but they did see that a set of massive carved doors were also in that chamber.

The corridor led them to another bonfire. Nearby leaned five bundles of wolf fur held shut with leather straps. Inside each bundle was an item of power meant for each of the Vikings; touching their item caused them to remember their names. The skald was named Toki; the scout was named Sigridur; the seer was named Gorm; the berserkr was named Hallbera, and the pyre was named Revna. They also now remembered that they were blood-kin sworn to the service of Jarl Angraboldr.

In a cavern covered in mushrooms, they found a skeleton near a murky pool. Approaching the skeleton caused it to rise and attack; another skeletal warrior emerged from the murky pool to attack them from behind. Once the skeletons were destroyed, Gorm used his yew staff to check for anything strange or interesting in the pool. He ended up wading into the murk to retrieve a luminescent, palm-sized lump of glass. 

The presence of arrowheads along the next stretch of corridor alerted them to the skeleton archers waiting to ambush the group. As the rest of the group engaged the archers, Sigridur ducked into an alcove and found another five wolfskin bundles. These bundles contained the rest of the Vikings' gear. They were now well-armed for the confrontations ahead.

Following their path brought them to a huge grotto. A hole in the ceiling of this chamber brought a huge shaft of sunlight into the space; a massive apple tree dominated the room. Tending the tree was a woman whose form shifted between that of a maiden, a mother, and a crone. The woman's name was Idis; she referred to the members of the party as "the Fallen," and told them that to leave the cairn they'd need to kill the stone demon, gather the souls within it, then toss the souls into a bonfire so that they could become living once more. Before the Vikings departed from Idis's grotto, she gave them each a drinking horn containing a draught of healing mead.

After returning to the last bonfire and resting, the group pressed on. They found a set of natural stairs, at the top of which was a wraith making threatening gestures. They approached the wraith, but a boulder suddenly rolled at them from the top of their stairs, injuring most of them as it crashed to the back of the tunnel. Eventually, they emerged into a ledge that overlooked the cratered chamber in which the stone demon prowled. They did find an iron key hanging on the wall.

Sigridur plunged down on the stone demon from above with his hunting knives, doing massive damage to the creature. The rest of the party followed him into the chamber to do battle with the demon. Although the demon was once a formidable opponent when they were unarmed, they quickly destroyed it. Among the stone wreckage left behind were five glass souls and a bronze key.

Both keys were required to open the carved door. Inside was a mass of thick fog they were forced to press through. In the chamber beyond the mist, they saw the inverse of Idis's chamber: a massive dead tree loomed at its center. A gilded wooded throne sat beneath it; upon the throne was a desiccated, undead Jarl Angraboldr. Angraboldr called upon them as his oath-sworn to give him the blood he needed to live again. Figuring that their oaths were null and void since they had died in his service once before, they instead refused him, angering the Jarl and causing him to attack. The battle was brief, but fierce. 

When the Jarl fell, five ravens descended from an aperture far above. They asked the Vikings if they "wouldst seek justice in the Broken World." When the Vikings responded in the affirmative, each raven grabbed up one of characters and soared with them up and out of the cairn complex.

Where are the ravens taking them? We'll find out next time.

Sunday, January 18, 2026

Menoch, Morokain, Nergazu

Three more patrons for cults and weird warlocks in Krevborna. This time we've got an eldritch scholar of horrid secrets, a biblical lord of murder, and a disease-spreading demon.


Menoch, The Chained Scholar

Menoch is an eldritch entity from the Outer Dark that feeds on madness; it pushes mortals to seek arcane secrets and forbidden magics that are likely to drive them into the throes of insanity.

    • Menoch’s avatar takes the form of a man-like creature wrapped in chains, its face obscured by a hooded robe.

    • Menoch is responsible for inspiring mad mages to pen grimoires containing hideous truths.

    • Cults devoted to Menoch often begin as antiquarian societies and academic salons.

    • Isolated hermits and eccentric magicians who devote themselves to Menoch wear shackles at their wrists adorned with hanging chains.


Morokain, The Lord of Murder

According to the Holy Blood Bible, Morokain was the first murderer, accursed with immortality and doomed to wander as a pariah.

    • Morokain is said to be a brutish man with a brand on his forehead.

    • Morokain’s curse grants him enormous eldritch power; it is said that there is nothing he cannot kill.

    • Assassins, killers, and bandits revere Morokain as a god.

    • The Skarabasca are among the most infamous of Morokain’s devotees.


Nergazu, The Demon Lord of Plagues

Nergazu is the Demon Lord of Plagues, one of the most disturbing of Hell’s demonic princes.

    • Nergazu’s avatar manifests as a demon with a toad-like head and the wings of a carrion bird.

    • Bodily degradation and the fear it engenders are Nergazu’s sphere of demonic influence.

    • Nergazu’s cults are often small and are often comprised of outlaws, outcasts, and abject criminals.

    • Nergazu’s cults engage in activities such as poisoning wells, spreading contagions, and other acts that endanger public health.

Wednesday, January 14, 2026

Maximus (Mix for January 2026)

One thing I'm gonna try to do in 2026 is make at least one "mix tape" per month. Forget Spotify playlists; this is the art we must keep alive. Below is the track list for January's mix; people on my Discord get access to the actual mix--drop me a line at totgad AT gmail DOT com if you want an invite.



Monday, January 12, 2026

Krom Krulek, Lilinesh, Malistrad

Three more patron entities with dangerous cults in Krevborna.


Krom Krulek, The Crawling King

Krom Krulek is a chthonic entity from the Outer Dark who claims dominion over all the abject vermin of the earth.

    • Krom Krulek’s avatar takes the form of a massive worm with a toothy maw.

    • It desires nothing save to be fed sacrifices.

    • Krom Krulek was worshiped as a ravenous and insatiable god of hunger and fecundity by Krevborna’s pagans in the days of widespread heathenism.

    • Cults who worship Krom Krulek often taken the form of fertility cults who handle poisonous snakes as part of their bizarre rituals.


Lilinesh, The Demon Queen of Excess

Lilinesh is the archetypal demonic sexual temptress. She is the befouled mistress of perversion and carnal corruption.

    • Lilinesh’s avatar manifests as an enticing, bat-winged succubus clad in leather and lace.

    • She wields pleasure as a weapon, using it to break mortals’ wills and enslave them through the lures of the flesh.

    • Each Lilinesh cult tends to focus its devotions on a specific sexual fetish, such as sadomasochism, dominance and submission, or orgiastic rites.

    • Lilinesh’s worshipers often accumulate power and influence by ensnaring well-placed victims into webs of sexual dependency.


Malistrad, The Lord of Death

Malistrad is the progenitor of all vampires; he was created when the leader of the rebellious angels was cleaved in two during the War in Heaven. 

    • Malistrad appears to be a tall human man with pale flesh and long black hair streaked with white; he currently walks among mankind using the name Zorin Malistrad.

    • As the ancestor of all vampires and the Lord of Death, he possesses godlike strength and untold necromantic power.

    • Malistrad is worshiped by some vampires and necromancers; they beseech his favor in hopes of learning the deepest secrets of the undead.

    • He is currently missing, and his whereabouts are unknown.

Wednesday, January 7, 2026

Best of 2025

Bad Books for Bad People, Episode 90: Best of 2025

Jack and Kate look at what they've read and watched in the year that was 2025 and make some recommendations in the world of books and beyond. The rules of engagement are simple: the hosts each choose one movie, album, TV show, and book that was the best experience of its kind, regardless of when it was actually produced. A little bit new, a little bit old, and a whole lot of weirdness is in store!

Your hosts travel through vintage TV ghosts of the non-BBC flavor, the joys of being pandered to, and multiple Suicide Squads (without actually talking about the Suicide Squad).

Sunday, January 4, 2026

Total Skull: December, 2025

All the things that thrilled me in December, 2025:


Michael McDowell, Katie

Michael McDowell's Katie was my 100th book of the year; I made a really sound choice of a book to hit that milestone with! In Katie, our impoverished heroine has her inheritance stolen out from under her by a murderous family of inveterate criminals. Chief among the ne'er-do-wells is the titular Katie Slape, a young woman who can see the future and has a penchant for grotesque killings. (She favors a hammer to the head, but she's flexible on that.) Will the heroine get revenge? Will she get her money back? Will she find true love and a family that accepts her? Will she avoid that hammer's cruel fall? The only way to find out is to pick this one up--and since it's written as a pitch-perfect Victorian penny dreadful, you're going to love every lurid episode in this novel.


Blut Aus Nord, Ethereal Horizons

The prospect of a new Blut Aus Nord album is always exciting--you never know exactly what you're going to get, but you can go into it pretty confident that it's going to be, at a minimum, a solid record. Ethereal Horizons might well be one of the project's most accessible releases, but that doesn't mean it's for the faint of heart. Ethereal Horizons marries black metal to hypnotic, atmospheric haze. At times, Ethereal Horizons even ventures into blackgaze territory; imagine Alcest, but heavier. 


Paranoiac

Paranoiac is part of a spate of films made by Hammer that feel like they were intended to muscle their way into the Hitchcock Zone. When the heir to a fortune turns up after eight years after he supposedly committed suicide, it throws his alcoholic brother and mentally unstable sister into a tale spin. Is he who he says he is? What secrets are the rest of the family hiding? Taken as an example of the Hitchcock-esque, Paranoiac is extremely successful. The acting is taught, and the plot has just the right combination of thriller, crime story, psychological horror, and twentieth-century Gothic. Apparently, this was not well-reviewed, but I think it's actually under-rated.


Ain't No Grave

I read a lot of comics in December, and Ain't No Grave was the best of the lot. Ain't No Grave is a horror Western about a former bandit who's dying of consumption; unwilling to die now that she finally has a life worth living, she goes on a quest to kill Death so she has more time with her loving husband and young daughter. The art in Ain't No Grave is phenomenal--there were a bunch of full-page illustrations that took my breath away. The story is also top-notch; what's not to love about a descent into an underworld with murder balladeers, riverboats where the damned gamble, and many tense shootouts. 


Alex Grecian, Red Rabbit

For some reason, the end of December found me in a Western mood, so I really enjoyed Alex Grecian's Red Rabbit, a Western horror novel that charts its own course through the Weird West. There are a lot of moving parts to Red Rabbit: a duo of cowboy buddies meandering their way through the West; an accused murderer fleeing the law; a witch hunter who may or may not be good at his job; a schoolteacher rallying around a lost little girl; a demon that is causing carnage everywhere it goes; a witch with a bounty on her head; a ghost wandering around trying to help his former wife. And yet, it never feels like too much, and everything comes together into a really satisfying tale. I didn't find the horror elements to be over-the-top--this isn't a "Splatter Western" by any stretch--but the mix of mundane concerns and folk horror-esque supernatural elements was just about perfect. Will I read the follow-up to Red Rabbit? Absolutely.


Brom, Krampus: The Yule Lord

Every December I try to read at least one spooky Christmas read; this year, my pick was Brom's Krampus: The Yule Lord. When a down-and-out guitar picker living in a trailer park gets a surprise visit from Krampus's minions and Santa's magic sack, he gets drawn into a world of madcap holiday violence. There's drug runners, crooked cops, guns guns guns, mythological creatures who love beating ass, honky tonk hoe downs, and all manner of tomfoolery up in here. I was absolutely not expecting this to be such a romp, but god damn it sure delivered. This ain't A Christmas Carol, that much is for sure.


The Incredible Hulk: Age of Monsters

I've never really been much of a superhero guy, but the Jekyll and Hyde dynamic with Bruce Banner and the Hulk has always intrigued me. Since Age of Monsters really leans into that theme, and adds a bunch of Southern Gothic-flavored monstrosities into the mix, this might just be the ideal Hulk comic for me. (Thanks for the recommendation, Mike.) This is one of the few modern superhero comics I've found where I actually like the art and the writing seems focused on, you know, actually telling a story. I'm interested enough in this title that I'll probably keep reading just to see what future volumes bring to the table. 

Sunday, December 21, 2025

We Three Kings Lay Mangled and Torn

This is my last blogpost of the year, so I figured I may as well go out with what passes for "holiday cheer" around here.

I've written a Christmas story every year for the past three years. This year's story is set on PLANET MOTHERFUCKER, so be forewarned: this story may just ruin your Christmas. If Santa's pooper, elves with big titties, or murderous reindeer ain't your bag--keeping walkin'.

For those built of stronger, stupider stuff: 

Look upon my works, ye Merry, and despair!

I present: WE THREE KINGS LAY MANGLED AND TORN