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The Old World

Enchanted forest

Athel Loren

A sentient, treacherous forest at the heart of the Old World, whose ancient trees and elusive Wood Elves suffer no trespasser to leave unpunished.

Astrographic Chart

Altdorf, Capital of the EmpireAthel Loren, the Enchanted ForestAverheimBarak VarrBechafen, City of the MarshesCouronne, City of the GrailErengradHag Graef, the Dark CragHexoatl, City of the SunItzaKarak Azul, the Hold of IronKarak Eight PeaksKarak KadrinKaraz-a-Karak, the EverpeakKislev, the City of the Ice QueenLothernLustria, the Jungle ContinentMarienburgMiddenheim, the City of the White WolfMousillonNaggarondNaggaroth, the Land of ChillNehekhara, the Land of the DeadNuln, City of Iron and PowderParravon, City of the PeaksPraag, the Scarred CitySkavenblightSylvania, the Cursed ProvinceTalabheimTor Elyr, City of the LagoonsUlthuan, Isle of the High ElvesWolfenburgWurtbad, City of StirlandYvresse, the Misty IsleZhufbar, the Torrent GateZlatlan, the Fallen Temple-City

Chart of The Old World

Nestled between the mountains of the western Old World lies Athel Loren, a forest that is far more than a mere gathering of trees. It is a living, waking thing, ancient and wrathful, whose oldest boughs remember the dawn of the world and whose spirits reckon the passage of mortal lives as mere seasons. Woe betide the woodcutter or the lost traveller who strays beneath its eaves, for the forest guards its borders with a jealousy that turns swiftly to murder.

Within this green kingdom dwell the Wood Elf Realms, the Asrai, who long ago struck an uneasy pact with the forest and its capricious spirits. Neither wholly elf nor wholly of the wood, they have become something stranger over the centuries, their fates bound to the turning of the seasons and the moods of the tree-spirits they both revere and fear. They range the boughs as unseen archers, loosing shafts at any who dare the treeline.

Athel Loren obeys its own laws. The paths shift, the seasons war within its bounds, and the great Wildwood at its heart seethes with malevolence toward all outsiders. It is neither a refuge nor a place of peace, but a proud and dangerous power unto itself, tolerated by its neighbours only because none has the strength to burn it down.