Nehwon a Nehwonian Multiverse, in play since 1985.

Freitag, 25 Weißhexe, 3023

Nehwon was first conjured into legend by the hand of Fritz Leiber. This reimagining is a fan-forged vision—an homage and a homebrew—woven with reverence for the original tales. Leiber’s canon has been carefully integrated, with only minimal adjustments made where necessary. Most of what lies here expands outward from the foundations he laid, into the darkened corners and unwritten depths of the world. All new lore, peoples, and places are the shared creation and © of the world’s current Lorekeepers, 1985–Present. The Lorekeepers’ Circle: Chad Watson—founding scribe and architect of this reimagined Nehwon—leads a growing fellowship of storytellers and creators: Becky Peddie, Caroline Peddie, Gwendolyn Peddie, Jay Hatchet, Peter Maier, and Rena Maier. Together, they give voice to the whispered histories and unfolding myths of a world where shadowed streets, strange gods, and lost powers endure.

To live in Nehwon is to feel the breath of ancient, forgotten gods on your neck. The air is thick with the scent of old blood and older secrets. Settlements rise like rotted teeth from the wilderness, isolated and wary, where superstition serves as law and travelers are met with suspicion—or worse. Civilization exists in fragments: a dozen great cities at most, flickering beacons amid the vastness, while the rest of the land remains ruled by hunger, fear, and the blade.
— Erlik Dhor, Wayfinder of the Hollow Roads

Nehwon is a continent of brooding weather and shadowed alleys, where every bargain carries a price, and trust is a fool’s coin. It is a world of blades and sorcery, of masks and monsters, and of strange gods who demand not worship but silence. Few know—or care—that this cursed land squats on a small world named M’Brell, a lonely orb drifting around a dim orange dwarf called Sonne. Scholars of the esoteric, locked away in dust-choked towers, speak of two moons: The Traveler, bold and ever-present, and the more sinister Dark Lady, who rarely shows her face and never without omen. Most folk just call the world Nehwon, as if nothing beyond the edge of the map truly exists. And perhaps it doesn’t. The city of Lankhmar, swollen with corruption and riches, remains the heart of this crumbling world. Its current ruler, King Edwynn Werrish II, wears his crown like a weapon. Under his iron will, Lankhmar’s armies swell and its spies multiply. The neighboring kingdoms of Western Nehwon grow anxious—anxious enough to hire assassins, tighten walls, and light the fires of war in secret. You, adventurer, begin with little more than a name and a blade. Whether you find fame or rot in a ditch is up to the fates—or the things that mock the fates from behind the stars.