Ildavir, Goddess of Nature

“You’d do well to pay heed to Ildavir, if you’re traveling through the Wild! She’s everywhere: in the trees, the animals, even the grass sways for her glory.

I hear Old Gubbins met her last year, when ‘e was on a trapping run up Bearclaw Gorge. Says she came out of the woods, bold as can be, and gave ‘im a speech about paying homage to the animals ‘e hunts, givin’ back to the forest and all that.

‘Course, Gubbins drinks like a fish and has a head like a mule. Like as not ‘e jus’ spent a week tipplin’ up there, and talked ‘is head off to an oak or summin’.

Still. Can’t be too careful with them divine types.”

So here’s Ildavir, along with disapproval and all that good stuff.

Been a little over-busy lately, what with starting a new job, a new campaign, working on a WH40k army and a draft cube for MtG. But I’ll do my best to keep the content rolling nonetheless!



Ildavir, Goddess of Nature: DCC_Ildavir_AMP

Malotoch, the Carrion Crow God

“Some people say building gibbets at crossroads is just a way to humiliate doomed criminals further, to let passing travelers know that the region is ruled and protected by the laws of a stout lord.

This may surely be the case now, but originally the habit of leaving the judged dead for the crows was a mercy. It was done to let Grandfather Malotoch guide them to their just rewards in the afterlife, to make sure that those misguided souls who had strayed from their path in this life would find their destination in the next.”

I spent my holidays ill with a particularly nasty flu that I’ve only almost recovered from. I did manage to type down the rules for Malotoch, so feel free to avail yourselves to them. I did have a mild fever when writing this, thus I’ll blame any typos on my faulty faculties.

It’s probably relevant to mention that in my campaign Malotoch is a neutral god, whereas the DCC rulebook lists him under chaotic deities. This shouldn’t matter as far as the rules presented here go, but as always, buyer beware.



Malotoch, the Carrion Crow God: DCC_Malotoch_AMP


Ulesh, god of Peace

“The Mediator stood at the site of an averted massacre, and admired his handiwork. The Duke had been prepared to crush the rebellious peasantry with arrows and steel, but the battle never happened due to the Mediator’s honeyed words and serrated threats.

The peasants would no doubt suffer under the new taxes and extortionist laws, but being them being alive and oppressed meant that peace was upheld. Peace meant that lives wouldn’t be lost in pointless conflict. Peace meant that the rule of law would be upheld.

Peace was always an uncomfortable compromise, most often born out of fear.

The Mediator knew this, and smiled.

Ulesh’s peace was upon the land, and it was good.”

How do you make a god of Peace interesting or relevant in such a warlike world as that of the Dungeon Crawl Classics? Make him a regretful war god, forcing peace on the world through force if necessary!

I swear that Ulesh only resembles Father Christmas through pure accident. Or maybe subliminal influence of the season.

Details and the all important disapproval table are in the PDF as usual: check them out, try them out, and tell me how it goes!

Holiday cheers,


Ulesh, god of Peace: DCC_Ulesh_AMP


Lempo – the Finnic god of Fertility, Fire & Fighting

I could have written a lengthy tirade on comparative mythology, folklore, magic etc. (I do have an academic degree therein, you know) but instead opted for this (somewhat) brief posting. For further information on the subject, don’t PM me, unless you happen to be a RPG publisher or something resembling it 😉

Lempo aka Lemminkäinen (various renderings of the name into English could include “the fiery/lusty/loving one”) can be regarded as the Finnic fertility/fire/war god. Never mind what the Kalevala tells you about him…reducing the character to the status of a “mere” hero. I have based my take on the decades and centuries of scholarship on Finnic folklore, as befits an obsessive Judge and shut-in nerd of questionable sanity.

A bit of background: for a while now, I have been running a DCC RPG campaing set in mythic Europe, more precisely in the Nordic countries. A mixture of historical and fantastical lore, featuring Finnic/”Kalevala” stuff, the Germanic/Scandinavian mythologies and whatnot. The time period in question could perhaps be “our real world” during 800-1200 CE, with the added utopia of the monotonic monotheistic religions never dethroning our more…organic and balanced ways. Romantic enough for you? 😀

Anyway, I hereby present my write-ups (based on the format in the splendid DCC RPG resource Divinities and Cults) for the god Lempo, in both Finnish and English:

Finnish: Jumala – Lempo

English: Deity – Lempo




Pelagia, goddess of the Sea

“Ye, the sea looks like a bride today doesn’t she?

Cold, unforgiving and smells like fish! HARHARHAA!”

So here are the cult details for Pelagia, as requested by the lovely readers from the DCC group on Google+.

I’ve spent the last few nights staring out to the Atlantic from the shores of Lisbon, and it was rather hard to imagine the waves as unforgiving. But I did my best!

Next, something else. I’ll take a break from the gods, unless there are more requests obviously. Let it never be said that the Knights shirk from the calls of the needy!

Pelagia, goddess of the Sea: DCC_Pelagia_AMP



Justicia, goddess of Justice and Mercy

“Did’ja hear? Ol’ Hannah, from Squalid’s Row, y’know ‘er, she went to the church of the two-faced law god, whas’er name… Juhsticia! Yea, thassit. Justicia.

She went right up there, stood bare-bucking-nekkid in fronta the big scales at the altar, and demanded justice for alla the raglings and droogs living in Squalid’s hellholes.

Now, Mr. Squalid’s a real slumlord, don’t get me wrong. But Hannah ain’t no saint. She done opened ‘er legs for more delvers than I care ta think. Wouldn’t dally with no law-god lady if I was ‘er. Dunno what pushed ‘er that far, t’be’onest.

But lo-and-fucking-behold, the goddess answered! Mr. Squalid was turned into a rat, snap-bang, right then and there!

“YOU’LL LIVE IN THE FILTH FOR AN ETERNITY!”, a voice outta nowhere roared at ‘im. Squalid shat ‘imself, an’ ran down a gutter at full pelt! HA! No one’s seen ‘im since!

Ol’ Hannah wasn’t served much better, mind you. I ‘ear she’s still shittin’ through ‘er mouth, on account’a ‘er legs bein’ stitched together inta one limb. Ta keep ‘er off the streets, y’know.”

I’ve had to dig deep in my fall-back articles, on account of my life being a little crazy at the moment. I’ve slept something like 6 hours total in the last 2 days, and covered some 4000 km, with various means of travel. Things are happening at a confusing pace.

Anyhow, here are the the playnotes and disapproval table for Justicia.


As an additional curiosity, I found a picture of the original decrees of Justicia: I usually give my cleric players just a handwritten list for their new deity, before creating anything more detailed: you never know, the cleric might meet an untimely end before rolling a single disapproval, so this is done mostly to conserve energy. How would you play a cleric, if this was all you knew about their deity?

Justicia, goddess of Justice and Mercy: DCC_Justicia_AMP






Amun Tor, god of Mysteries and Riddles

“Right, so me and the crew were digging around in one of the old graveyards on the moors last winter. Just a bit of graverobbing, to warm our bones, y’know. Was me, Three-Finger Bob, Jenny O’Block and this clerical bloke we picked up at the tavern in Soulgrave, with an eye tattooed on ‘is forehead.

We come up on this crypt, silent like. Check out for traps, all the usual shit, nothing.

Creep deeper, and come to a heavy stone door. I nearly drop me ballast right there when this magic mouth appears, and comes out with some gibberish riddle.

Old Three-Fingers tries to blag a bullshit answer to the spectre and gets fried to a crisp. Apparently the wage for stupidity is witchfire.

So this cleric walks up, and tells us he can answer the riddle, if we help him. Asks us for a secret in trade, eye-for-an-eye, y’know. Now, I try to keep out of trouble with gods, the less they know of me the better, so I keep shtum. But Jenny, y’know how she is, dallying with them demons and everything, she’s got a right plonker for the god of secrets to trade for. Tells the cleric something that turns his face all white.

The cleric prays for a bit, comes out of his trance, and opens the door with the right answer, quick as you like.

Should’ve asked ‘is god what was on the other side, rather than the answer though. The skeletons cut ‘im to bits, before me and Jenny could do a thing. We ran off, of course. No point in getting everyone killed. Live to steal another purse, ‘s what I always say.”

I’ve been pretty busy in my civil life for the last week, barely spent a day in one place, hence the relative silence.

But here we go: a write-up for Amun Tor, god of Mysteries and Riddles, with everything you need for his clerics included.



Amun Tor, god of Mysteries and Riddles: DCC_AmunTor_AMP