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The Old World

Elven Kingdom

Yvresse, the Misty Isle

Yvresse is a fading eastern kingdom of Ulthuan, a fog-veiled land of ghostly beauty and dwindling folk who guard the shore against the sea's terrors.

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

Yvresse is the easternmost kingdom of Ulthuan, a melancholy realm of rolling mists, silent forests, and crumbling elegance that has never recovered from the ruin of ages past. Once populous and proud, its cities now stand half-empty, their marble halls wreathed in the perpetual fog that gives the Misty Isle its name and lends it an air of haunting, faded beauty.

Among the High Elf Realms, Yvresse is famed for the great haven of Tor Yvresse and for the mystical mists that its mages can raise to confound invaders, swallowing enemy armies whole and scattering them into the deadly murk. Its most storied defender is the Warden of Tor Yvresse, whose vigilance has more than once turned back doom from the kingdom's shores.

Yet Yvresse is a land in slow decline, its dwindling folk stretched thin across a wide and lonely coast. It stands upon the seaward flank of Ulthuan, forever menaced by the raiders and monsters that rise from the deep, and by the dark kin of Naggaroth who prey upon the isle's isolation. The elves of Yvresse endure through cunning and the concealing mists rather than through numbers, fighting a quiet, twilight war to hold their beautiful and fading kingdom against a sea that hungers to reclaim it. Theirs is the melancholy courage of a people guarding the embers of a fire that once blazed bright.