The Deep in Sarkash

where the trees creak and groan,

And graveyards and tombs
in the warm earth are sown,

Wailing
And spirits and monsters alike
feel at home,
Waits a nightmarish well
built of blood–mortared stone.

Well
An introductory
adventure for
MÖRK BORG
– by –
Xeno & Kraft

1
Graveyard
A bit too warm

if this drop doesn't kill you

Well 2 Don't bother Keruol
Slimy
Larder
Rolf &
friends
5 DR14 Agility to climb down
Loft (D8 Agility wih rope)
Shhhh... 3 or fall

Tighter
than it Web of hair and glass
looks DR12 Toughness or take 1d4
damage & become infected

Pretty shoddy
Lair
At least it can't
climb out either...
the troll will

4 right?

Kitchen
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1d6 damage &
wake the troll (yo

MÖRK BORG is copyright Ockult Örtmästare Games and Stockholm

Kartell. THE WAILING WELL is an independent production by XENO &
KRAFT and is not affiliated with Ockult Örtmästare Games or Stockholm
Kartell. It is published under the MÖRK BORG Third Party License.
The Wailing Well
Goblins have made a nest in the
fragmented bedrock beneath a long-
forgotten graveyard in Sarkash.
The only way in: an eerie, decrepit
well. Descending the moss–slimed
stonework is a fool's errand, but
those afflicted with the Goblin
Curse have little choice. Find the
greasy bastards, kill them, and get
out before it's too late.
1. Graveyard
Shrouded in morning mist. Warm, wet
earth reveals goblin footprints leading
to 2. Well.
Silence broken by the sound of a shovel.
Keruol, a Wild Wickhead, digs up
graves. Cagey, mute and treasonous,
she can be convinced to help the
party but will backstab them at
her earliest convenience.
2. Well
Simple and circular.
Stonework in good
repair but covered in
slick, grey moss. A deep
wailing echoes up from
the darkness.
Test DR14 Agility to
descend by hand (DR8
Agility with the help of
a rope). Otherwise fall
down to 6. Lair taking 1d6
damage.
Entrance to the goblin nest is
halfway down. Protected by a
mesh of human hair and broken
glass. Test DR12 Toughness to push
through or take 1d4 damage and become
infected.
3. Larder
Disembowled corpses strung
or backup PCs
up by their wrists. Floor sticky with
blood and skin.
One victim is Rolf, an intelligent
Zombie. Made a deal for eternal life
in exchange for eternal service to
Nechrubel. Didn’t think this is what it
would look like.
Can’t die by mortal means. Body
stubbornly regenerates. The goblins
harvest his organs for their vile stew.
Rolf will genuinely offer to help the PCs,
but if freed there’s a 50% chance he tries
to eat their brains (while apologizing).
4. Kitchen
Tunnel from 3. Larder is wide but short.
Normal-sized PCs must crawl into the
sloped room. Shit-water pooling at the
bottom. Terrible smell.
Two Goblins at work on psychadelic
organ stew. According to Rolf they are
called Nosy and Knuckles.
Not necessarily hostile (roll Reaction).
They speak in hushed tones about the
beast below. If provoked will call for help
and fling stew (DR14 Agility to defend).
If touched by the stew, roll d4:
1. Skin cracks and green foam oozes
out. The cracks never fully heal.
2. Colourful hallucinations. +1
Presence and -1 Agility for 1 hour.
3. Flesh sloughs off. Test DR12
Toughness or suffer 1d4 damage.
4. Enraging disorientation. Test
DR16 Presence or immediately
make an attack against nearest
creature—friend or foe.
5. Loft
Up a rickety ladder (25% chance it breaks)
are four very sleepy Goblins snuggling
in nests of human hair. Known to Rolf
as Eyeball, Knifey, New Guy and The
Eviscerator. These are the bastards
the PCs must kill.
Wield shortbows and knives but aren’t
interested in a fight. If threatened,
Eyeball throws a Sparklecracker: everyone
in the room tests DR12 Agility to cover
their eyes or be blinded for d2 rounds.
The goblins try to escape up the well.
Nests full of stolen baubles. 4d8 silver +
roll on Occult Treasures (d10) + roll on
Corpse Plundering (d66).
6. Lair
Pitch black. Foul, stagnant water up
to the waist (too deep to run or
jump.) Cavern ceiling beyond
reach (impossible to get
back up into the well shaft
without help).
Bedrock floor littered
with bones and lucky
coins (8d10 silver).
A big splash draws
Brinviru, the hungry
Troll. Hairless, pale and
wrinkled. Bulging with
ropey muscle. Lets out
a terrifying, melancholy
wail. Arrives for supper in
2d6 rounds.
Brinviru is too big to fit up
the well... unless it tries really
hard.
There is no escape
Was it Keruol’s digging or the PCs’
scent? Either way, ancient and cursed
corpses emerge from the sodden earth.
As the party makes their escape up the
well, 1d4 Blood-Drenched Skeletons
(unarmed) are waiting at the top. If there
is a rope, the skeletons bite through it.
An additional 1d4 skeletons emerge
each round for 1d6 rounds. They can be
outrun but will follow the PCs to their
graves.