Khyber is the city at the centre of the world.
It is said that three continents met in the place where Khyber and the Andaran Empire were founded, and that they used to be one. Until some great cataclysm sundered the land. Everyone in Khyber has their own opinion about what might have caused the end of the Empire, but what cannot be argued: Khyber endures and now spans these continents in two halves with islands connected by slender bridges.
It’s also said the world comes to Khyber—you can find any one, any thing, from any other nation of the world somewhere within its many walled quarters. And if the entire world is at your fingertips, why would you ever leave? To those who make it home, Khyber is the world.
From the wealth and opulence of the Lord General’s palace to the squalor of the Nest, scoundrels, cults, and nobles alike vie for power and influence in a city built upon the bones of ancient empire, bones which run deeper than most residents know. Below Khyber’s streets lurks the Undercity, a labyrinthine world of sewers, cisterns and ruins. In this separate city accursed and infested by fell gods, cults, thieves, and things that once wore the form of humanity worship and plot where they hope the eyes of the Watch cannot find them.