Beyond Rikeland, Ostermark and the reach of the Empire stands a frozen bulwark. Kislev, a fractured kingdom besieged from within and without by enemies of ideology and chaos. Tsarina Katarin, daughter of Tsar Boris the beloved, ooze from the peaks of the Bokka Palace in the city of Kislev. The ice queen must lean heavily on her ice court if she means to bring order and security to these turbulent lands. But there are those who do not approve of Katarin's reign and would soon as see themselves in power. It's from Castle Alexandrinov, stronghold of the great orthodoxy and seat of Supreme Patriarch Costalton that the Tsarina faces the most immediate threat to her rule. These two Kislevite figureheads vie for the people's devotion, so they might employ powerful boons from their pantheon of gods. Further north between the northern and eastern of Blasts stands the cursed city. The Thrad is the bastion of the north, a title earned through blood, corruption and endless siege, a dying tainted beast thrashing against the inevitability of its fate. In the east, far from Kislev's frosty plains, loomed deadly mountains of moan. There, ogres and other merciless beasts make their home, though none more or inspiring than the deified fire-mouth volcano, from which magic-wielding ogres known as firebellies draw their considerable power. On the winding ivory road, the great hall of grises can be smelt before seen. Inside, grises go to the overtirant counts his riches and gorgeous on the spoils of his bountiful greed, all the while accepting mercenary contracts from anyone with deep enough pockets. Further east, straddling the border between the mountains of moan and grand cate is the narrow worm pass, though far from home. Drag the swatara and his insane rabble have pilgrimmed from the west to pay tribute to the great moor, their violent guard. Skrag drags behind him a mountain of bloody offerings to feed the beast in exchange for sinister rewards. Underering these terrible mountains are the isolated lands of grand cate. Past the warpstone desert in the heart of the wastelands of Jinxin, Xiaoming defends Han new port from the raisin ogres and burrowing scaven. It is the duty of the dragon siblings to maintain the harmony between Yin and Yang, doing so will ensure grand cate is strength and prosperity. In the most eastern edge of grand cate is the capital city of the celestial loyalists waging above which hangs the celestial city, home of the dragon emperor. With the turn of the Wu-Jin compass, the dragon emperor's children can carve out cate's fate, economic powerhouse or machine of war. The compass decides. The great bastion snakes and weaves across miles of country, physically separating grand cate from the chaos waste beyond. For centuries has this war stood firm, repelling eagings upon legions of twisted demons and foul chaos worshipers. The cateians must remain vigilant for the threat of invasion is ever growing. Past the learns of stone and steel is gunpowder road, home of Nangau and Miao Ying. From here the storm dragon rules the northern provinces and garrisons the great bastion. With a bunch of such a task she dispatches caravans along the ivory road trading with distant lands beyond the mountains, purses the task of unending stewardship. Or if the bastion falls, it's the people who suffer.