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The Old World

Dwarf Hold

Zhufbar, the Torrent Gate

Zhufbar is a thunderous dwarf hold built above a roaring waterfall, its endless engines and forges powered by the fury of the plunging torrent.

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

Zhufbar is one of the great holds of the dwarfs, carved into the cliffs above a vast and roaring waterfall where the waters of the Blackwater plunge into an abyssal chasm in the Worlds Edge Mountains. The ceaseless thunder of the torrent fills its halls, and its engineers have harnessed that raw power to drive a labyrinth of water-wheels, bellows, and hammers that make Zhufbar a marvel of industry even among the ingenious dwarfs.

A proud bastion of the Dwarfen Mountain Holds, Zhufbar is famed for its engineers and its forges, which never fall silent while the water runs. Its Engineers' Guild is renowned throughout the holds, and its workshops turn out cannon, gyrocopters, and cunning machineries of war that arm the dwarf throngs against their ancient foes.

Yet Zhufbar's position makes it perilously exposed, close as it lies to the fallen glory of Karak Eight Peaks and the greenskin-infested deeps. For long ages the hold has waged an unending war against the goblin tribes and the ratmen who swarm the tunnels below, its gates besieged and its lower deeps contested inch by bloody inch. The dwarfs of Zhufbar answer every assault with axe, quarrel, and cannon-fire, and though the hold has been battered and bloodied across the centuries, its wheels turn yet and its forges still glow, a defiant roar of industry against the encroaching dark.