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The Old World

Imperial City

Wurtbad, City of Stirland

Wurtbad is the wine-rich capital of Stirland, a river-city on the marches of Sylvania where the living keep wary watch against the restless dead.

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

Wurtbad is the capital of the province of Stirland, a prosperous river-city straddling the Stir where barges laden with wine and grain crowd its bustling wharves. Its vineyards and orchards are famed across the realm, and in better years the city grows fat and merry on the trade that flows down its waters toward the heart of the Empire of Man.

But Wurtbad's fortune is shadowed by its geography, for beyond the river lies the accursed county of Sylvania, a blighted land of mist and grave-mould. The people of Stirland's capital have learned to bar their doors at dusk and to trust in blessed silver and burning brand, for the dead do not always keep to their tombs, and the whispering influence of the vampire lords has more than once seeped across the border to poison the living.

Within its walls, Wurtbad is a city of grim watchfulness. Its witch hunters and warrior-priests are ever vigilant against corruption, and its garrison stands ready to face the horrors that creep from the Sylvanian marches. When the Vampire Counts have risen in strength, Wurtbad has been among the first cities to feel the cold hand of undeath at its throat, its streets choked with shambling corpses and its walls thrown down. Yet each time it has buried its dead, rebuilt its ramparts, and raised its cups once more in defiance of the grave.