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The Old World

Imperial City

Middenheim, the City of the White Wolf

Middenheim, the City of the White Wolf, is an impregnable fortress-city hewn atop a sheer mountain of rock, holy seat of the war-god Ulric and bastion of the north.

Astrography

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

Middenheim, the City of the White Wolf, is among the mightiest fortress-cities of the Empire of Man, raised impossibly atop the sheer-sided pinnacle of rock its people call the Fauschlag. Reachable only by a handful of great viaducts and a winding stair, the city has stood unconquered for millennia, a stone crown thrust high above the dark forests of the north.

The city is the holy heart of the cult of Ulric, ancient god of winter, wolves, and war, whose sacred eternal flame burns in its greatest temple and has never once been extinguished. Middenheim's people are hardy, grim, and fiercely proud, and its white-wolf warrior-priests are counted among the most ferocious champions of mankind, scorning armour and fear alike.

Middenheim's impregnable height has made it the linchpin of the Empire's defence in its darkest hours. It was beneath these cliffs, during the Great War against Chaos, that the fate of the north hung by a thread as the hordes of the Dark Gods broke upon the city like a black tide and were, against all hope, hurled back. Ever since that day the fortress has stood as a symbol of northern defiance, its people raising their children on tales of the siege and the sacrifices it demanded, while beneath the Fauschlag wind ancient tunnels and catacombs, some the delving of dwarfs, some far older and darker, and not all of what stirs in that undercity is friendly to the folk above.

Rivalry runs deep between Middenheim and Altdorf, for the cult of Ulric and the cult of Sigmar have long contested the soul of the Empire. Yet when the horns of Chaos sound in the north, the City of the White Wolf stands as mankind's unbreakable shield, cold, defiant, and eternal upon its mountain throne.