This night feels heavy with destiny, the potential of a hundred futures crackling just out of reach. I do not claim to know that which the gods plan for us, but I know this – we stand upon the cusp of something that will change the face of the realms forever more.
– Aliadrenne Verentrai, Silken Seer of the Eldritch Council
The Realm of Heavens glitters like a swirl of celestial jewels, its palaces and spires glowing from within. Here, mighty Sigmar reigns supreme.
Lands of passions untold and volatile landscapes. In this realm, aggression is born and carried afar upon hot, gusting winds.
From barren to abundant, this realm is forever flowing in cycle. Yet when in bloom, there are no lands more verdant or bountiful.
Once the domain of reason and symmetry, here there is still purity. The very lands themselves are rife with symbolism and hidden meaning.
A primeval realm of untamed savagery, all of its lands have one thing in common: only the strongest can hope to survive there.
Dawn breaks golden over the hard and unyielding lands of this realm. Strange transmutations abound amongst its vast mountain ranges.
Thirteen regions, each a realm of secrets and riddles whispered upon the breeze. All the shrouded countries are saturated with illusion and lurking menace.
Roiling, inconceivable, this realm encompasses nightmarish landscapes beyond counting. Those who trespass upon such domains are devoured, grotesquely transformed, or damned for all eternity.