My history with WFRP 1e
Sunday, August 19th, 2018
The first time I saw the hardback WFRP book — it must have been in December of ’86 or ’87 — I fell in love with it. The crazy-haired dwarf on the cover, the smiling warrior shoving a huge sword through some mohawked ogre-like thing, the copy on the back:
The Old World. On the surface, it is a vast and fertile place, filled with teeming cities, Elf-haunted forests and lofty crags where Dwarfs battle with Goblins and their kin. But a shadow hangs over the world, cast by the dark, corrupting hand of Chaos. From the pirate-ridden coast of south Tilea to the fortified villages of the barbaric East, a few heroes strive to hold back the endless tide of Chaos spilling from the north. But Chaos also gnaws from within, and its hidden serĀvants work to bring the world to its knees before the Dark Gods.
The first time I saw the hardback WFRP book — it must have been in December of ’86 or ’87 — I fell in love with it. The crazy-haired dwarf on the cover, the smiling warrior shoving a huge sword through some mohawked ogre-like thing, the copy on the back:
The Old World. On the surface, it is a vast and fertile place, filled with teeming cities, Elf-haunted forests and lofty crags where Dwarfs battle with Goblins and their kin. But a shadow hangs over the world, cast by the dark, corrupting hand of Chaos. From the pirate-ridden coast of south Tilea to the fortified villages of the barbaric East, a few heroes strive to hold back the endless tide of Chaos spilling from the north. But Chaos also gnaws from within, and its hidden serĀvants work to bring the world to its knees before the Dark Gods.
