Galgenbeck, in the land of Tveland, is the greatest city there ever was. Lo, its damp streets and cramped alleyways are choked not only with the foul, hog-strewn, and moist leavings of its drunken, poxied denizens, but also the stinking corpses of goblins. One might think this to be a good omen. Tisn’t! For it portends a plague of these miserable wretches. For where there be goblins, there is also the GOBLIN CURSE! These shrieking and giggling fiendlings, their knowing eyes filled with despair, are driven by a lust to attack passersby. Once so bewitched, it’s mere days before you are goblin yourself. Thus, they spread their miserable contagion! Fear not; the alchemist Nagl Krat has distilled a cure! It shall be yours for the pittance of 40 silver. That is until tomorrow morning whence the price shall rise, and on the next morning, and then the tomorrow after that . . . Perhaps you are afflicted by the Goblin curse, or hired by those who are? The alchemist is burdened by too much coin. He might even hire you to guard it? Enterprising scum might even find other ways to lighten the load. Regardless, all paths lead to Nagl Krat and his apothecary! Mork Borg deals with metallic black themes: extreme violence, gore, alienation, hatred, treachery, and Scandinavian ennui.
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