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The Old World

Imperial City

Nuln, City of Iron and Powder

Nuln is the Empire's smoke-wreathed city of gunpowder and industry, seat of the Imperial Gunnery School whose foundries cast the cannon that arm the state for war.

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

Nuln is one of the greatest cities of the Empire of Man, a grand and smoke-wreathed metropolis straddling the river Reik in the Empire's south. Once the imperial capital in ages past, it remains a place of enormous wealth, culture, and industry, its skyline a forest of foundry-chimneys wreathed in the perpetual haze of gunpowder and forge-smoke.

Above all, Nuln is the arsenal of the Empire. It is home to the famed Imperial Gunnery School, where the state's finest engineers perfect the art of artillery, and its foundries cast the great cannon, mortars, and Helblaster volley guns that thunder across the Empire's battlefields. Where Altdorf holds the throne, Nuln holds the guns, and no army marches far without its output.

The city is sharply divided between its gilded upper districts, where wealthy merchant-princes and the countess who rules Nuln keep opulent courts, and the grim industrial sprawl below, where labourers toil amid soot, poverty, and the constant roar of the foundries. Few cities in the Old World display the gulf between splendour and squalor so starkly. Its great university draws scholars and engineers from across the Empire, and beside them labour the alchemists and powder-masters whose experiments as often maim as enlighten, so that the smoke hangs thick enough above the river districts to turn the sun to a rumour and the crash of the test-ranges never truly falls silent.

For all its powder and prosperity, Nuln shares the Empire's every peril. Skaven infest the tunnels beneath its factories, cultists whisper in its shadowed alleys, and its wealth makes it a prize coveted by every enemy of mankind. Yet its cannon roar on, and so long as Nuln's foundries burn, the armies of the Empire of Man will never want for iron and fire.