TOWARDS BRÜTTELBURG
The farmlands surrounded & fed Brüttelburg, the biggest city in the eastern provinces of the Würstreich. She knew little about the city except that good people should avoid it. Despite those feelings, or maybe because of them, she felt drawn to it.
The road wound its way through the fields & soon she saw the top of Brüttelburg looming in the distance & mountains further to the east of that.
The city was archaic & abnormal, a majestic merger of rock formations & man-made construction topped off with a series of towers that looked to hold rounded furnaces that belched pink smoke.
Brüttelburg was layered in three parts like her sister’s wedding cake. Each stratum had a massive, monstrous maw that served as an entry to that area. Wide stairways led up & through each of these mouths. Brüttelburg was more than just a big city, it was a sepulchral, pulsating megalopolis, a living thing.
As Mina wound her way on the road to Brüttelburg followed by Rudolf, through collapsed stone battlements & enormous megalithic structures placed there by some forgotten race the city filled more of the horizon.
Flag-topped, pointy towers jutted out of the top & red shingled roofs covered every surface that sheltered the city from the weather. Mina found herself staring in awe at the city, It looked like it had been summoned out of the ground. She couldn’t believe the immensity of Brüttelburg. It was the biggest thing she had ever seen.
Mina approached the first step of the entrance, past clusters of peddlers selling their wares & every other kind of person slowly making their way inside. She was reminded again of the city’s enormity, losing count of the wide, stone steps as she made her way in.
Occasionally the air would shift out of Brüttelburg & the smell of concentrated, cramped people, human & animal waste was almost overpowering. The stench stung Mina’s eyes, she tried to breathe only through her mouth to give her nose a break. The summer sun was cooking the filth. Rudolf sniffed the air furiously, it was almost too much for the dog.
Brüttelburg was the oldest, biggest city in the Würstreich. It had been built on the ruins of an ancient, alien structure. The epic & imposing masonry had a feeling as if it was grown or magically manipulated & then filled in & built on top of by the newer occupants.
The city had an eldritch, mysterious, tomb-like nature to it. The tribal Valhal avoided the place calling it “die Krypta”, letting it lie dormant for centuries. Emerging from the Valhal, the Würst actively dismissed what they saw as any kind of superstitious motivation so they claimed the city as their own.
Once inhabited, Brüttelburg grew rapidly. The city operated as a Bulwark for the spread of Imperial power. The Würst stood on the shoulders of giants & discovered many of their secrets.
From Rats in the Rathaus, forthcoming in the Weird Stories of the DUNGEON DEGENERATES by Sean Äaberg, series coming soon!
Brüttelburg was built on the ruins of a more ancient city & civilization that the Würst Empire won’t acknowledge. Brüttelburg is divided into three layers: The Understadt, The Middenstadt & The Obenstadt. Under, Middle & Over. These layers of the city correspond roughly to the classes that dominate each, but there is a little bleed over.
Under the city is a messy labyrinth of tunnels which begin as the Understadt Dungeons but quickly give way to a series of sinuous ancient tunnels carved into the stone that are too complex & convuluted to be controlled. Because of this, the passageways are home to unnumbered abominations that make their dwelling in the dark.
THE UNDERSTADT
The Understadt is the home to teeming throngs of the underclass & their fleas & lice. The Unterstadt contains most of Brüttelburg's factories.
The light of the sun never reached this forlorn, claustrophobic area & fresh air was just as rare. The scum & filth of the Würstreich coalesce there, filling that soupy recess in the cyclopean ruins, an urban abscess.
The Unterstadt is damp & stagnant, choked with the smoke from constantly burning torches. It is made out of rotting ghettos, blood soaked slaughterhouses & indefatigable factories that spew as much smoke & pollution as they do products.
Some areas have been flooded, others taken over by things that see in the dark & have mouth’s full of sharp teeth, others collapsed & empty.
The Empire viewed it as a lost cause & do not patrol the Unterstadt. This lawlessness allowed for both Goblins & the pagan Gütter to carve out niches for themselves.
Gangs & private security patrol the streets making it secure if you belong & dangerous if you don't. The Unterstadt also contains several graveyards, because they refused the fees & indoctrination into the Imperial Necropolis.
The Understadt does have running water, piped up from the springs that have been accessed by the tunnels under Brüttelburg but it costs money, so it is not as common as it could be.
Your average Understadt peasant eats a diet heavy in beer, sausages & bread with little vegetables, finery or variation.
THE MIDDENSTADT
The Middenstadt is a more refined, restrictive zone above the Understadt. The Middenstadt is much more organized & less chaotic than the Understadt. The streets are lined with neat & tidy shops that cater to the whims of the Würstreich’s middle class who cling to their precarious position with surprising ferocity.
It is because of this devotion to their station that the Middenstadt is more heavily policed than the Understadt & the Oberstadt. This is insisted upon by the Middle Class Würst that occupy the Middenstadt to keep the rabble under control & keep their position in the pyramid secured.
There are state police & private police to maintain order in the Middenstadt. The Understadt is policed by the Schläger, who are basically glorified thugs devoted to law & order that they enforce happily with their truncheons & the Würstreich law: The Fleishwolf.
The law is so Byzantine that no one can be fluent in it, but the gangs of Schläger are lead by an UberSchläger accompanied by book dwarfs that are chained to the Fleishwolf & a lawyer (Blutsauger) that reads from the book to whoever is being punished. When punishment has been dealt, the whole affair is sealed personally by the attending UberSchläger.
Your average Middenstadter eats a diet heavy in actual identifiable cuts of meat, circular pretzels called Orobrotzel, beer, cider, wine & spirits, vegetables, baked goods & even breakfast & desserts.
While the Middenstadt is safer than the Understadt, it is not without its controlled chaos. The Middenstadt has its own varieties of drugs & the ubiquitous Scratch, while used is looked down upon.
The residents of the Middenstadt go whole hog on a variety of festivals because they can afford to & they have plenty of steam to blow off & extra income to blow. There are also frequent fireworks displays that echo the Würstreich’s military power for all to see.
KURBISMORD
Sports are popular in the Würstreich, the more violent the better! A game called Kürbismord is unique to the Würstreich.
Kürbismord is played with two teams of 13 players with an active on pitch team of 7 going up against each other on a field & trying to get a pumpkin into a well in the center of the field with their feet, hands, whatever.
Points are scored by the team landing the pumpkin into the well, but it is not frowned upon to seriously injure the opposing team. The game ends when the pumpkin breaks, so games can range from seconds to hours in length.
Rival supporters have petty street fights over these sporting events, while the matches erupt into riots in the Understadt with entire blocks being torched & anything that is not bolted down stolen & everything clean, dirtied.
THE BOMBAST
Würstreichers love the drama & spectacle of the Bombast, an opera-like event where fantastically costumed singers & accompanying orchestras perform a narrative piece of music depicting a glorious mythological epic or a tragic love story.
Cannons shoot food & small presents into the audience, enormous pipe organs belch out colored smoke, crackling fireworks launch out over the crowd’s heads & there are even some surprises all in the confines of enormous theatres which are also called Bombasts. While everyone loves the Bombast, only the Middenstadt can support the operation of its own Bombast theatres.
THE OBENSTADT
The Obenstadt rises high above the Middenstadt. It is very difficult to enter the Obenstadt & once you’re in, it isn’t heavily policed although private guards are on call all the time.
The Obenstadt is dominated by the Alchemical Towers. Towers that hold are topped off with spheroid laboratories that peer down over the city & belch pink smoke.
The Obenstadt is full of well-tended gardens, meandering pathways & the manors of Brüttelburg’s elite. The heads of church & state live there in comfort separate from the rabble they rule over.
Your typical Obenenstadter eats a diet heavy in the finest cuts of meat, beer, wine or spirits & fresh vegetables, some are so decadent that they try the fad diets that arrive from the West of the Würstreich.
Food & other, less mentionable things are imported from far & wide to satisfy the limitless hungers of the ruling class.
It is helpful to think of Brüttelburg refining itself upwards, the dungeons on the bottom are a hellish maze where anything goes & they are ruled with an iron fist, the Understadt is a cramped hive of sweat & sewage, the Middenstadt has more elbow room & better taverns & the Obenstadt is wholly untouched by the rabble below, in fact there are whispers that they want to replace humanity altogether.
My goal with LowLife, a DUNGEON DEGENERATES TTRPG is to deeply explore the Würstreich & the surrounding lands of Bödengärd. A role playing game allows for that kind of dialing into the detail that isn’t possible with the linear confines of a board game.
We’re down to the final hours of the campaign & my goal at this point is to build the nest egg so that I really concentrate on this project this summer & dump my best, undivided energy into it. So, back & share this project & thanks for allowing me the privilege of producing this work.