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The Old World

Island-continent

Ulthuan

A ring-shaped island-continent of impossible beauty, held above the waves by ancient magic and defended by the proud, doomed High Elves.

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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

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Alone amid the western sea lies Ulthuan, a great ring of enchanted land encircling an inner sea, raised and sustained by the mightiest working of magic the world has known. It is the homeland of the High Elf Realms, an ancient and haughty people who consider themselves the rightful masters of all magic and civilisation. Their white towers gleam above forests of silver trees, and their mages labour endlessly at the great vortex that drains the world of surplus magic.

Beneath its beauty, Ulthuan is a land besieged and grieving. The Ten Kingdoms are divided by old sorrows, chief among them the memory of the great Sundering, when the followers of the Witch King turned upon their kin and drenched the isle in elven blood. That civil war never truly ended, and the coasts of Ulthuan know the black sails of the Dark Elves all too well.

The island endures on borrowed time. Its population dwindles with each passing century, its youth spilt in wars from Naggaroth to the Old World, its faith in the future thin. Yet the High Elves fight on with cold, matchless skill, for they know that should the great vortex ever fail, the unbound magic would drown the whole world in Chaos. Ulthuan is thus both a paradise and a bulwark, beautiful and dying in the same breath.