Create your account Lost password? First name. Last name. Your cart is empty. Cthulhu 2D20 Achtung! Modiphius Entertainment. Add to cart. Share this product. Fieldhausen was once part of Bauhaus, but joined Imperial as a clan in the time of Cardinal Durand X. Its business is exclusively in producing quality small arms, armoured personnel carriers, and armoured fighting vehicles.
The clan shot to fame on the back of the outstanding performance of the Mk. There is a common confusion about Fieldhausen, as Bauhaus retained the rights to the Fieldhausen Motors name, even though Fieldhausen is no longer part of that corporation. Clan Fieldhausen has addressed this by banding all its products as Fieldhausen Autowerks.
Both companies vie for supremacy in similar markets, though it is generally considered that the Imperial Fieldhausen Autowerks products are superior. The Fieldhausens were the last of the sixty two clans to be created, something that only happened because of the opportunities afforded by that unique period of turmoil. In times of peace, the other clans will not allow any new members to dilute their power.
Because of this, and also an awareness of the damage they caused to the Kingsfields with their betrayal, the Fieldhausens do not easily trust other clans and have no attached families working for them.
This decision made their products far more attractive to the other clans, as they are not perceived as a rival on the battlefield. You break them. Of course, more than a few Fieldhausen have been lured back to Bauhaus over the years. Fieldhausen executives were becoming increasingly frustrated at the nepotism and arbitrary limitations placed on them by the Elector Houses so they would not compete too effectively with their more prestigious rivals.
The Murders and Acquisitions Department of the Imperial Security Command was already sniffing around the corporation, sensing an opportunity to slice away a tasty piece of Bauhaus.
Stealing such a large part of a bigger rival was not going to be easy, so Imperial put in place a long-term game plan called Project 6, which would eventually see the key personnel of Fieldhausen Motors defect.
Where most of its fellow clans are concerned with how to defend themselves, Clan Finn is more concerned with how to save them. She was a pioneer in healthcare, and recognised that there was a need for doctors, surgeons, and nurses trained to deal with battlefield medicine. The Finns are almost all medical professionals, and work closely with Clan Brannaghan to ensure that the field of medical drugs also moves forward.
As a clan it took the decision to adhere to a strict policy of pacifism, as its loyalty is to the wounded and ill. Clan members can, and do, serve as combat medics, though most unit commanders prefer those trained by Clan Brannaghan as the pacifism of the Finns can be quite extreme: they will not carry any weaponry, and most distain the use of armour, preferring to operate clearly as medics.
Unfortunately, the Finns refuse to renounce their pacifism even in the face of the threat of the Dark Legion. This has caused tensions within the clan, leading some to renounce their clan identity and seek service in the Highland Clan Warriors where they have acquired the nickname of the Bad Samaritans.
The remaining few have discarded their clan identity and vow of pacifism and joined the Highland Clan Warriors. The tale of the Gallaghers is a sad fall from grace. Once considered the finest swordsmiths in the solar system, their craftsmanship was unsurpassed and their work was always in demand by the great and the good. That proud tradition earned the clan many friends and allies. But events recently took a horrifying turn.
The raid was timed to take place during the end of year celebrations, Clans 55 when the entire Gallagher clan was gathered in celebration. The festivities were transformed into a brutal scene of carnage as the clan was massacred; all save Sean Gallagher, who had been unable to leave the battlefield to return to his home. As the sole remaining Gallagher, Sean was immediately invested as Baron and granted demesne over all Gallagher holdings. But Sean Gallagher was no businessman.
He had trained his entire life as a warrior, and that training, combined with an absolute determination to find and punish those responsible for the massacre, meant he was unwilling to run the businesses.
Instead he handed day-to-day control to the Rourkes, one of the minor families allied with the Gallaghers. Sean Gallagher returned to the Wolfbanes and quickly rose to become Commander Chieftain. The Rourkes have done their best to keep the Gallagher business running, and for the most part have done well. The exception, however, is the famed Gallagher swords. The secrets of the master crafters went to the grave with the Gallaghers, and despite the best efforts of the Rourkes, the Gallagher blades are not what they once were, and production has fallen to an all-time low.
Other clans, such as Clan Murray, have stepped into the breach. To this day no one knows who was responsible for the destruction of Clan Gallagher, though rumour is rife. Sean Gallagher is the sole remaining scion of his line and has made it clear that he has no time for marriage and children until vengeance has been carried out.
In Imperial history, Kingsfield is synonymous with tragedy, failure, and betrayal. Once second only to Clan Murdoch in power, its actions brought it to the brink of ruin. One of the founders of Imperial, and never lacking in ambition, Kingsfield mounted a massive economic and military offensive against Clan Murdoch during the time of Cardinal Durand XI.
The Kingsfields had been meticulous in their preparation and believed that not only surprise, but also tactical superiority was on their side. It was not long before rumours of the supernatural effectiveness of Clan Gallagher blades began to spread. It was said that they were more than just swords, that they were imbued with special powers that could burn the very corruption in foes. The terrifying Malignants were vulnerable to the blades. Who this mysterious man was remains a mystery, though later scholars speculated that it might have been Nathaniel Durand.
They were very, very wrong. They allowed the Kingsfields to fully commit before closing the trap. The forces of the Murdochs and their allies swooped in. They shorted the stock of Kingsfield companies, ambushed Kingsfield shock troops, massacred the Black Hearts, eliminated its command and control centre in a precision missile strike, and had the Kingsfield Members of Parliament hauled before tribunals before the clan knew what had happened to it.
This period became known as the Sad Struggle, and was a wakeup call for the rest of Imperial. Thus began the Great Resentment. What was left of the Kingsfield clan at the cessation of hostilities was but a pale shadow of its former glory. Its name was tarnished almost beyond recovery, its members marked not only as traitors but as incompetent. Few wish to be associated with the stain of failure. The special forces unit of the Kingsfields, The Black Hearts, which had been weakened by the Murdoch ambush was officially disbanded.
Most Kingsfield businesses were divided out by Murdoch amongst its allies, leaving just a scant few under Kingsfield ownership. The intervening centuries have done little to lessen this reputation, and there are few who will admit to being part of the family. Many renounced not only their family name, but also their Imperial citizenship, leaving the corporation entirely such was the intensity of their shame.
They took what they had and set up new, independent corporations and businesses under new names, or worked as freelancers. The victors were content to let them go. Those that stayed were social pariahs, burdened with the unenviable task of living with the mistakes of their ancestors branded on their identities. The bitterness of such an extreme fall from power was very nearly overwhelming, and many a Kingsfield scion was found dead of drink or drug abuse.
Over time, this bitterness turned to thoughts of revenge. The fury and rage that burned in the hearts of the remaining and former Kingsfields was an irresistible call to the Dark Symmetry. This deadly plague of necrotechnology spread through many of the survivors as they were possessed by Malignants.
Even worse, this was not always without knowledge of the other Kingsfields. More than once they intentionally hid the corruption of their own in order to maximise the damage caused to their rivals. In particular, Clan Murdoch was victim of a series of horrific slayings by a killer known as the Patchwork Man.
Revelling in killing targets in supposed secure locations, his victims were found skinned. Despite the terrible damage they had sustained, somehow the Patchwork Man had been able to keep them alive just long enough to be found before they expired.
Though never officially caught, or indeed linked to Clan Kingsfield, the fact that all the victims had been instrumental in the destruction of the Kingsfields meant that they were presumed to have been behind the attacks. A massive man hunt was launched for the Patchwork Man, but he was never caught, and after his thirteenth kill he abruptly vanished. Towards the end of the First Dark Legion War, the Kingsfields finally understood the magnitude of the danger posed by Dark Symmetry, and ruthlessly hunted down the Heretics within their midst.
The stain of heresy stuck, but over time it became merely one more mark against the clan. The flames of revenge burn bright in the young Kingsfields, but they have been politically neutered by their rivals. Their sense of vengeance burns particularly bright towards the Bartholomews, who they feel stole their rightful position, the MacGuires for turning against them, and the Fieldhausens for selling them out so that they could become a full clan.
Kingsfields will do anything they can to punish members of these clans. Lacking in material power, the Kingsfields have had to become patient and clever. They will work with others in the short term if it will further their long term plans, and every Kingsfield has it drummed into them from birth that they cannot trust anyone outside the clan.
There are rumours that the diaspora of Kingsfields now under other names, working for other corporations and seemingly unrelated, are all actually still part of the Kingsfield clan, and are slowly rebuilding their powerbase so that one day they may correct the mistakes of the past.
Whether this is true or not is unknown, but what is certainly the case is that the Kingsfields and their sense of vengeance have formed the basis of many dramas and tragedies in popular culture. Most choose to join the Imperial Security Command or strike out on their own as freelancers. The Loughtons are filthy rich. Clan Loughton used the funds to diversify, acquiring a swathe of established businesses as well as founding its own companies, creating a vertically-integrated heavy industry giant that controlled everything from mining raw resources to delivering the finished materials to customers.
As Imperial coalesced it used its economic might to carve out a welldefined niche within the corporation. It had no interest in being seen as the leader of Imperial, and was content to leave that to the Bartholomews, Murdochs, and the like. It instead concentrated on the money. These days most Imperial citizens know the Loughtons for their vehicles. They manufacture almost every Imperial car, save a few luxury vehicles, and their Witchmouth Shipyards on Luna produce over sixty five percent of all aircraft and spacecraft used by Imperial.
Desperate not to end up like the reviled Clan Kingsfield, the Loughtons took the momentous decision to donate fifty percent of all their profits to the newly established Brotherhood. The jockeying for position can be politically vicious but rarely escalates to assassination.
Instead, both clans work the complex network of connections, favours, blackmail, and public relations to achieve their victories. Battles are fought in the reading rooms of private clubs, on the polo fields of polite society, and in the whispers in the corridors of power. This act of financial support was also an act of validation and faith in the message the Brotherhood was spreading, and helped it enormously in those early years. The Brotherhood returns the favour by purchasing many of its vehicles from Loughton and expanding its reach.
Clan MacGuire is extremely proud of its position in Imperial society, and rightly so. Rivalling Clan Bartholomew, the family has members in positions of influence and power throughout the Imperial administration, including the top jobs in the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Conquest.
The MacGuires are tutored from an early age to understand the mechanisms of power; they learn to understand the damage caused by the Sad Struggle, often using Clan Kingsfield as an object lesson in arrogance and failure. One thing is made clear to all MacGuires: effective use of power should take place invisibly, with open warfare being equivalent to failure. Duke Rowan is a living legend within Imperial.
A tall, broadshouldered man in his seventies, he served with great distinction in the Wolfbanes, and still trains regularly with them, proving time and again to be more than capable of defeating commandos half his age in the sparring arena. This does not mean that Clan MacGuire is uninterested in its rivalries with clans such as Bartholomew, but rather that it views the whole situation more strategically, and favours the approaches studied by the greatest chess masters.
It understands that what makes Imperial great is the internal rivalry. Without the internal friction of competition, Imperial would be just another, smaller, corporation. The rivalries make Imperial strong, they make Imperial better. As one of the few to have ever seen the inside of a Dark Citadel, he understands only too well the full horror of the Dark Legion and has worked hard to bring peace to the clans. Given the intense and deeply-ingrained rivalry between the Clans, Duke Rowan invested heavily in the media and funded a long-term and subtle campaign to create a feeling of camaraderie and peace between them.
He truly believes that unless united, the forces of Imperial cannot hope to stand against the forces of the Dark Legion. So these days, the rivalry it has with Clan Bartholomew is rarely ever seen in public. Instead the two vie behind closed doors for key leasing contracts, command positions in military expeditions, or ministerial positions in government.
Since then they have grown ever more powerful through the adroit application of political power, but to most Imperial citizens they are known for the Wolfbane Commandos. Though this super-elite unit is officially independent of any clan, the MacGuires have traditionally provided its leadership cadre. The MacGuires have been careful to maintain this precarious balance and they are the first to volunteer the Wolfbanes for the most dangerous missions on behalf of Imperial, ensuring that the when needed by other clans they have never been found wanting.
The Wolfbanes have not shirked from riding to the aid of Clan Bartholomew on several occasions, something that causes great discomfort to the Bartholomews and great amusement amongst the upper echelons of the MacGuires.
Most MacGuires either choose political careers or serve within the Imperial Defence Forces in the hope that one day they will be experienced and capable enough to serve with the Wolfbanes. Though not pariahs like Clan Kingsfield, Clan Morgan is considered the black sheep of the clans.
Born from a coalition of small families engaged in the outright illegal to morally dubious at best, Clan Morgan has never managed to shake off the reputation of illegitimacy. Arthur Morgan was the most notable of the founders, and the clan took his name. He made his money in gambling and casinos, and along the way built up a great deal of expertise in surveillance. When he sought to change the perceived image of his clan, he turned to his surveillance expertise and diversified into electronics tailored for use by the Imperial Security Command.
But Arthur was determined not to stop there. He was unwilling to be held hostage to a single customer, no matter how lucrative the deal was, so he further branched out into consumer electronics. His keen understanding of satisfying the needs of patrons at his casinos so they could continue to gamble aided him greatly here, and the consumer electronics business boomed.
Things were going well, but then the First Dark Legion War happened. He pulled together a crack team of his best researchers and even brought in outsider advisors, rumoured to include the genius philanthropist Nathaniel Durand.
They toiled for months before achieving a level of success. It was not perfect, but it was better than nothing and the sales stabilised. These days, the rumours are still there, but they are considered to be the domain of the fringe conspiracy nut. If the rumours of a Dark Pact were true, then it would have to be confined to a hidden cadre unknown to the other clan members. They can join the family businesses in electronics or gambling, or work as researchers in the cutting edge Morganite Labs, searching for ever better ways to neutralise the Dark Symmetry.
For those wanting a more adventurous life, service in the Black Berets is considered a truly honourable career, though working for the ISC comes a close second. Before the dark days of the Sad Struggle, Clan Murdoch was the preeminent clan and undisputed leader of Imperial. Its businesses dominated the corporation, it held a virtual lock on both Houses of Parliament, and had held the position of Serenity since the founding of the corporation.
Its position was unassailable and most assumed it was only a matter of time before it reorganised the Imperial corporation along lines similar to that of Capitol, despite the denials of the Murdochs. But it was never going to last. When the Bartholomews emerged the victors of the Sad Struggle, the deals and alliances they had made with many of the other clans in return for support meant that they were never able to attain the same heights previously held by the Murdochs.
Rumours quickly began to spread that the Morgans had made some kind of pact with the Dark Legion, but these were vehemently denied. The Morgans could not win, it seemed. This view is challenged by pretty much all of the rest of Imperial, who point out that if things were as rosy as the Murdochs claim then then Sad Struggle would never have happened, and in fact it was endemic corruption, self-aggrandisement, and weak leadership that made the events inevitable.
The truth is somewhere between these two polarised views, but the flame that lit the fires of rebellion was the raw unbridled ambition of Duke Sir Carlton Kingsfield. If he had not sought to dethrone the Murdochs then the rest of the clans would have probably remained content with their situation. However, the point is now moot as whatever the cause, the Imperial corporation changed immeasurably, and the divisions between the rival clans were torn open for all to see.
Unwilling to accept its fate, Clan Murdoch launched a covert rebellion against the rule of Clan Bartholomew almost as soon as the events of the Sad Struggle were concluded, which quickly became known as the Great Resentment.
Duke Sir Jason Murdoch has been thrust into the spotlight as the new head of the clan following the alleged suicide of his father. Despite an extensive search, the ship was never found, prompting hotly denied rumours that Duke Sir Jason was responsible. The matter was never resolved, but the disappearance did enable Duke Sir Jason to begin the painful rebuilding process for Murdoch and prevent any further losses to its rivals.
The Bartholomews countered and have tried to pry the fingers of the Murdochs from the chambers of power, but with limited success. Despite everything that happened, Clan Murdoch still commands great power and resources and its members are not afraid to use them.
Members of Clan Murdoch hold high office in the Imperial administration, defence forces, heavy industry, and business management sectors. Over the years it has been Clan Murdoch that has fed the fires of the Great Resentment.
Its pride burns fiercely every time it is forced to bend the knee to any other clan, and it has sworn that one day it will recover the Imperial crown, a position its members claim is rightfully theirs as Imperial founders.
This fierce pride has stymied any attempts by other clans to find peaceful solutions and even its own closest allies consider it more than a little pig-headed. The Murdochs are ever keen to distinguish themselves from the other clans, and all clan members wear their hair long, growing it their entire lives and treating it as a symbol of their strength and virility.
Business executives wear high-collared shirts with luxurious blazers. Day to day they wear tight trousers, usually with boots, though for ceremonial events the men will wear kilts, while the women will wear long, demure dresses. Unlike the other clans, the Murdochs have refused to invest in Fukido, as years feels far too temporary from their viewpoint. Since then, each of her three children has been killed by Cybertronic agents for reasons unknown, and this has fuelled her hatred of the upstart corporation.
Fiona Murdoch has done much to dismantle the last vestiges of sexual discrimination within Clan Murdoch and, in addition to her wider achievements, she has been remarkably successful in this: so CHAPTER 03 60 much so that when she announced that she was to be succeeded by her granddaughter, Lady Moira Murdoch, there was no dissent within the corporation. Many lead the expanse of Murdoch businesses, whilst others join the Golden Lions, Highland Clan Warriors, or seek service in the officer cadre of the Imperial Navy.
For many Murdochs, the lure of politics is too strong, and they gravitate towards the halls of power in Imperial or the Cartel. The Lyons and the Atkinsons are small but wealthy allied families within Clan Murray, with the Atkinsons specialising in research and development, while the Lyons concentrate on the manufacture and sales end.
Clan Murray handles the marketing and promotion. When they established the new sword-making facilities, both the Lyons and the Atkinsons were heavily involved, and this enabled the Murrays to get the operations up and running quickly. Those looking for a combat-oriented career usually sign up with the Shamrocks, the clan special forces.
Clan Murray has made its fortune providing a staple of humanity throughout its history: ale. Murray dark and pale ales are the tipple of choice for most Imperial citizens, and are stocked by pubs and bars throughout the solar system far beyond Imperial territory.
Murray also produces a potent range of craft ales for the more discerning palate, and these ales are considered refined enough to be served at exclusive restaurants and banquets. Over the last few years, Murray has diversified into a surprising new business: swordsmithing. Following the terrible events of the massacre at Keep Gladius and the death of most of Clan Gallagher, Clan Murray took in many refugees from its fallen sister-clan and was quick to offer its support to the remaining Gallghers and Rourkes.
It realised that the loss of the Gallgher swordsmiths was a terrible blow to Imperial, and has used much of its wealth to build new forges, steel works, and smithies, as well as funding researchers attempting to replicate the lost arts of the Gallagher swordsmiths. The Murrays, not wishing to further antagonise their allies, agreed to focus on the mass-market swords, leaving the finest crafted weaponry to the remaining Rourke smiths, whilst providing the sales and marketing for both clans.
It was a solution that made both sides happy and has worked out well. While the majority of Loughtons were content to remain uninvolved in the conflict, there was a very vocal minority that was strongly loyal to the leadership of Imperial, and therefore Clan Murdoch. In recognition of this, Clan Murdoch made Barnaby the head of his own clan. He consulted with the leadership of his new clan on what to call its division of the Rams, and they chose to call them the Golden Panthers.
She was as surprised and unhappy as he, but their request to have the marriage annulled fell on deaf ears and the clan made it perfectly clear that divorce was not a valid option. He had made his bed, as it were, and now he had to lie in it. He swore off the drink that very day, and not a drop has passed his lips in the years since, other than for tasting purposes. At first he spent much of his time trying to get away from his wife, but over time they became fond of each other, and while they were never going to be the greatest match, they reached a compromise as rival Brewmasters.
Now there were only two things that brought them together: their shared hatred of heresy and their love of the breweries. She was a bloody brilliant fighter. The Oakenfists can trace their heritage back to the Murdochs, back before there were clans and back before there was even an Imperial Corporation. They were the proud explorers of the family, always striving to see new vistas, to tame the wilds of the solar system.
They were the first to explore and exploit the asteroid field between Mars and Jupiter, claiming many of the rocks for themselves. When the clans began to coalesce, these pioneers and miners formed their own clan, Clan Oakenfist. Like the Murdochs, the Oakenfists grow their hair long, though they wear theirs braided. Most Oakenfist men are bearded and these they also wear braided. Oakenfists are stocky, muscled, shorter folk, rarely reaching 1. Why they are so short and stocky is a matter of some controversy, especially given that many spend most of their lives in strengthsapping micro gravity environments.
It is rumoured that they received some genetic manipulation to counteract the negative effects of micro gravity environments, something that is hotly denied by the Oakenfists. Maybe it is their lives on the edge, looking into the big black abyss of space, or maybe it is a legacy of genetic tinkering, but the madness strikes older Oakenfists hardest. These days the Oakenfists rulers are required to step down at the first signs of the madness, but if they do not there is no hesitation in forcibly removing them from office.
Thanks to Nick Adams. Many work in the family mines, some notable Oakenfists have led careers as Conquistadors, whilst others choose to serve in the Imperial Defence Forces where they are well-suited to tunnel and trench warfare. Clan Paladine is well renowned both within Imperial and beyond. Never a large clan, it is justifiably proud of its honourable history, and is revered and respected by the other clans.
No Paladine has ever broken their word or shirked from their duty. When other clans have been in trouble, the Paladines have always been there to provide support. So it was unsurprising that when Clan Bartholomew nominated Clan Paladine for the position of Serenity, in a political move to stabilise Imperial following the Sad Struggle, the move quickly attracted support from all clans, even the Murdochs.
Theirs was the only nomination that found universal support. The new Serenity shaped his role into one of arbitration and political neutrality. Within weeks the fighting was over, and within a few years the worst of the animosity had died down, though it was never able to quite stamp out the Great Resentment.
Since then, the Paladines have held the role unchallenged on the unspoken agreement that they will remain neutral in all internal matters. The Serenity rules from Reading Palace on Luna, but the main holdings of Clan Paladine are on the asteroid of Victoria, which has become the main port into and out of the asteroid belt.
It has used the considerable wealth it acquired in the publishing industry to buy up more land and then donated it to the Imperial bureaucracy in the belief that a strong administration will enable a strong Imperial Corporation. It has also used its publishing influence to gently shape Imperial media, carefully selecting what does and does not see print in order to build on the moral core of Imperial. It is only too aware that it is the glue for the corporation, and possibly all that stands between a unified future and another civil war.
Bloodshed would be inevitable. The only other powerful nomination would have been the MacGuires, but they were rejected for largely the same reasons. It was a move of political genius that caught everyone off guard. When the Brotherhood was created shortly after Paladine had assumed the role of Serenity, the clan sensed a tremendous opportunity and quickly established deep ties with the Brotherhood. Just about every Imperial recruit to the Brotherhood undergoes indoctrination at the facilities in the Sacred Chapel on Victoria.
The Paladines and Serenity have always supported the Brotherhood and seek its advice on all matters. Paladine was arguably a minor clan and, good reputation notwithstanding, had shown no interest in the role. It was certainly capable, but even it was surprised by the nomination. Apparently the Bartholomews had informed no one of their intentions beyond their allies in Clan Smythe.
Though they do see occasional duty, their primary duty is the security of Reading Palace and Victoria. Beyond that, the Blue Berets are only ever used in peacekeeping roles or in combat against external threats, and never against other Imperial clans. There followed a lively round of debates in both Houses of Parliament, and also in the pubs and bars of Imperial districts, as everyone argued out the pros and cons of the situation.
Ultimately it was realised that there was no other candidate that would not face a veto by one of the power blocs. Wherever they serve, they are always acutely aware of their reputation. Paladines are held to a higher standard than others and failure is not an option. Immediately the clan set to work. It may not have been prepared for the nomination, but it knew what to do.
The first order of business was to bring to an end the Sad Struggle. The Smythes make up the other half of Smythe, Smythe and Axelthorpe.
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