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The Old World

Elf Realm

Ulthuan, Isle of the High Elves

Ulthuan is the dying island-realm of the High Elves, a ring of magical kingdoms encircling the Great Vortex whose sorcery drains the world of ruinous Chaos.

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

Ulthuan is the dying island-continent of the High Elf Realms, a ring of storied kingdoms set amid the Great Ocean and encircling an inner sea. Shaped and sustained by magic since the dawn of ages, it is a land of impossible beauty, of white towers, silver forests, and cloud-wreathed mountains, that could not exist at all without the sorcery that holds back the sea.

At the heart of the isle spins the Great Vortex, a titanic maelstrom of magic conjured by the ancient mages to drain the world of the raw Chaos energies that would otherwise consume it. The elven realm survives only so long as an unbroken order of mages sustains this working, making Ulthuan not merely a homeland but the linchpin upon which the whole world's fate silently turns.

The island is divided into ten kingdoms, the fierce Outer Realms that face the open sea and the serene Inner Realms sheltered within, ruled over by the Phoenix King and the Everqueen. For all its splendour, Ulthuan is a realm in slow decline, ever fewer elves defending ever more empty palaces against the tides of a hostile world. Its warriors are peerless, its mages the mightiest that live, and its libraries hold the gathered wisdom of ten thousand years, yet numbers tell against the elves with every passing century, for each war leaves fewer to hold the coasts, and the great families now measure their strength in the silent halls they can no longer fill.

Chief of its torments is the endless war with the Dark Elves of Naggaroth, whose black fleets fall upon Ulthuan's coasts in wave after wave of vengeful invasion. Beautiful, sorrowful, and unyielding, the isle of the high elves fights on, for should Ulthuan and its Vortex ever fail, the doom would not be the elves' alone, but the world's.