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Blighted frontier

The Badlands

A blighted southern wilderness of ruined dwarf holds and greenskin hordes, where old glories lie buried beneath ash and blood.

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

The Badlands stretch south of the Empire in a broken expanse of scorched hills, dead volcanoes, and the shattered remnants of once-great civilisations. Long ago the Dwarfs raised proud holds among these peaks, but war and cataclysm brought them low, and now their halls lie choked with rubble and infested with fouler things. It is a land that remembers greatness only in ruins.

Into that vacuum have poured the Orc & Goblin Tribes, who breed and brawl across the Badlands in numbers beyond counting. From this blighted heartland erupt the great Waaaghs that periodically threaten the civilised lands to the north, tides of greenskin savagery that must be met with fire and steel. Between such storms the tribes war endlessly among themselves, painting the ash-grey wastes with one another's blood.

Agents and mercenaries of the Empire of Man venture into the Badlands only for the direst need, whether to plunder dwarf-gold from forgotten vaults or to gauge the gathering of the next horde. Few return, and fewer still return whole. The Badlands offer nothing freely, only hardship, ruin, and the ceaseless promise of violence beneath a sky the colour of old smoke.