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The Old World

Imperial City

Altdorf, Capital of the Empire

Altdorf is the teeming capital of the Empire, a fortress-city of cathedrals, cannon-foundries, and wizardry raised where Sigmar himself first united the tribes of men.

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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

Altdorf is the sprawling capital of the Empire of Man, the greatest realm of humankind in the Old World, a teeming fortress-city raised where the mighty rivers Reik and Talabec meet. Home to hundreds of thousands, it is a labyrinth of soaring cathedrals, crowded slums, gun-foundries, and guild-halls, all crammed within walls that have never once fallen to an enemy assault.

The city's roots reach back to the dawn of the Empire itself, for it was near these very riverbanks that the tribes were first united. That ancient legacy is enshrined in the tale of Sigmar and the founding of the Empire, and Altdorf remains the seat of both the Emperor's throne and the Grand Theogonist of the state church, binding crown and faith in a single capital.

Altdorf is also the beating heart of Imperial sorcery and science. The Colleges of Magic raise their eight arcane towers within its bounds, training the battle-wizards who serve the Empire's armies, while its engineers and gunsmiths forge the cannon, handguns, and war-machines that let mortal men stand against monsters, undead, and daemons alike. Down its river-docks and market squares throng merchants, pilgrims, and fortune-seekers from every province and beyond, so that a dozen dialects and half as many faiths jostle in its crowded streets, and fortunes are made and ruined within a single day.

For all its grandeur, the city is no clean place. Its underbelly seethes with corruption, plague, cultists, and the ever-gnawing menace of the ratmen beneath its streets, and its politics are a nest of scheming nobles and ambitious priests. Yet Altdorf endures as it always has, proud, filthy, indomitable, and utterly central to the survival of mankind in a hostile world.