At the age of 10, you underwent the Dooming, a coming-ofage ritual observed by many humans in the Old World. During
the incense-laden rite, a priest of Morr known as a doomsayer foretold the manner of your death. In conjunction with your GM, devise a suitable Doom. If your Character dies in the manner foretold, all allied Characters immediately refresh their Fortune, and your next Character begins play with an additional
Fate Point.
| Roll | Dooming |
|---|---|
| 01–03 | The witch’s word shall write your doom. |
| 04–06 | Beware the sign of the crimson sun. |
| 07–09 | Thine mind lingers overlong in the land of dreams. |
| 10–12 | Tread not upon the tender roots of sleeping trees. |
| 13–15 | Trust not the signs of Ranald. |
| 16–18 | Hold thine breath under Morrslieb’s light, lest darkness take root in thine soul. |
| 19–21 | Fear the land bereft of the seagull’s cry. |
| 22–24 | Be thou impious upon a Mondstille night and thou wilt never see another. |
| 25–28 | Trust not in the strength of bridges if the day be a Festag. |
| 29–31 | The children of Ulric call, with haste thou wilt fall. |
| 32–34 | A night without song precedes a morning without waking. |
| 35–38 | For the want of a key, that’s the ending of thee. |
| 39–41 | An ogre may name you his most valuable boon and yet remain an ogre. |
| 42–44 | It ringeth once: peace. It ringeth twice: pleasure. It ringeth thrice: death. |
| 45–47 | The Twisted Puppeteer doth pull thy strings and thus conjure up the end of things. |
| 48–50 | Ottokar dared to court the divine, but to do so is no right of thine. |
| 51–52 | Recall young Tomas and provoke not the beast of the woods. |
| 53–55 | Be thou circumspect when carousing with dwarfs. |
| 56–58 | Plague and dark disease shall bring thee quickly to thy knees. |
| 59–62 | The sword shalt deliver no justice, only thine end. |
| 63–65 | The sticky bun! The pork pasty! The eel and leek pie! Lo, they are Morr’s dishes! |
| 66–68 | Strain thou not the patience of the weary Shallyan. |
| 69–71 | A lurker in goblin shape waits to waylay every treasure seeker. |
| 72–74 | Recall Baron Trister and honour thy debts. |
| 75–78 | Keep the relic of a crow’s skull upon thee, lest thee drink poison and perish. |
| 79–81 | When thou wager with elves, win thou may, lose thou may, but cheat thou not. |
| 82–84 | Laugh not in the face of the flatulent lest thine own guts fester. |
| 85–87 | Never was there one such as thee, who drowned on land and not at sea. |
| 88–91 | As new life cries out, Father Morr shall welcome thee. |
| 92–94 | Heed the siren’s trilling, or soon your heart lies still. |
| 95–97 | Rise not before Cacklefax’s calling, for thine death is early indeed. |
| 98–00 | Morr sends a maiden. |
Core Book, Page 118