"There are richer towns than Talagaad, cleaner towns than Talagaad, and safer towns than Talagaad. Few of them survive a hard winter."

—

Otto Brenner, River Merchant

Welcome to Talagaad

Nestled upon the southern bank of the mighty River Talabec, Talagaad is the bustling port through which nearly every traveller bound for the great city of Talabheim must pass. Barges laden with grain, timber, iron, furs, and wine crowd its quays, while ferries carry merchants, pilgrims, soldiers, and nobles across the broad river each day.

Though officially subordinate to Talabheim, Talagaad has developed a distinct identity over centuries. It is a hardworking frontier town where fortunes are earned honestly, stolen dishonestly, or occasionally discovered in the forgotten wilderness beyond its walls.

Most adventurers eventually pass through Talagaad. Many decide never to leave.

"If Talabheim is the Empire's jewel, Talagaad is the calloused hand that polishes it."
— Sister Hilde, Priestess of Sigmar

A Town Built on the River

Without the Talabec, Talagaad would not exist.

The river serves as the town's highway, marketplace, lifeline, and first line of defence. Massive barges drift constantly between Talabheim and settlements farther downstream, bringing with them goods from every corner of the Empire.

The docks never truly sleep. Even in the dead of night, lanterns flicker across the wharves as cargo is loaded beneath the watchful eyes of stevedores and harbour guards.

Riverfolk measure distance not by roads, but by the current.

"Roads wash away. Rivers remember."
— Old Talabec Saying

The People of Talagaad

Nearly twelve thousand souls call Talagaad home.

Its citizens descend from Imperial settlers, Talabeclanders, Ostlanders, Kislevite refugees, and generations of river families who have never lived more than a day's walk from the Talabec.

Most are practical people.

A neighbour is judged by whether they help repair your roof before the rain—not by the province they came from.

The town is accustomed to strangers, though trust is earned rather than freely given.

Visitors who work hard, pay fairly, and keep their word quickly find themselves welcomed.

Those who do, rarely remain long.

"A man's accent matters less than whether he buys the next round."
— Greta Weiss, Dockmaster

Living in Talagaad

Life follows the river's rhythm. Morning begins with church bells and dock whistles. Markets swell before noon. Afternoons belong to craftsmen and merchants. Evenings fill the taverns with music, stories, arguments, and the occasional fistfight. By midnight, only watch patrols, rivermen, and those with questionable professions remain abroad.

Most citizens work hard. Most live modestly. Most hope tomorrow resembles today.

"Every sunrise brings another barge, another bargain, and another chance to make tomorrow better than yesterday."

— Anonymous Riverfolk Proverb