Anvalor, the Anvil City, is a free city of hammer and crucible perched upon a drifting shard of the Realm of Metal, where the very ground is threaded with veins of living gold and quicksilver. Smoke from a thousand forges hangs over its rooftops, and the ceaseless ring of the anvil is the heartbeat by which its people measure their days.
Raised as a bastion of the Cities of Sigmar, Anvalor thrives on the transmutative bounty of Chamon, its alchemists coaxing wonders and horrors alike from the shifting metals beneath the streets. Its docks and sky-wharves throng with the endrin-ships of the Kharadron Overlords, whose aether-gold trade binds the city to the wider skies and fills its coffers with profit and peril in equal measure.
But wealth in the Realm of Metal is a beacon to the covetous. The forces of Tzeentch scheme endlessly to seize the city's arcane secrets, skyborne raiders circle its floating foundations, and the very land is prone to sudden, treacherous transmutation that can turn a district to slag overnight. Anvalor answers each threat with fire and steel from its own forges, arming its regiments with the finest weapons in the realm. It is a city forged for war, and its people know that only the well-tempered blade survives the endless hammering of the age.
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