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The Old World

Provincial capital

Talabheim

The Eye of the Forest, a fortress-city sunk within a vast natural crater at the heart of the wild and haunted Talabecland.

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

Deep within the brooding forests of Talabecland stands Talabheim, the Eye of the Forest, unique among the great cities of the Empire of Man for the mighty crater that cradles it. A near-perfect ring of towering stone, hundreds of feet high, encircles the whole city like a natural wall raised by the gods, pierced by a single great tunnel-gate through which all trade and travel must pass. Within this ring the city grew inward, dense and defensible, a bowl of civilisation set amid a sea of trees.

Such isolation breeds a proud and insular people, and the Taleuten are known for their independence and their deep reverence for Taal, god of the wild places. Beyond the crater wall stretches the untamed forest, dark and ancient, where beastmen herds bellow in the gloom and worse things stir in the deep glades. The city's foresters and roadwardens wage an endless, thankless war to keep the trade-roads open, for every league of woodland is contested ground.

Talabheim's strength is also its weakness, for a city with but one gate may be starved as easily as it is defended. Its rulers have long harboured ambitions to match its Elector's pride, and rivalry with neighbouring provinces simmers as fiercely as the threat from the wilds. Behind its unbreachable ring of stone, the Eye of the Forest watches the encroaching dark with the wary, unblinking gaze of a people who know that the forest is patient, and that walls, however mighty, are only stone.