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Age of Sigmar

Mortal Realm

Ghyran, the Realm of Life

The verdant realm of endless forests and healing waters, where the cycle of growth wars eternally against rot and blight.

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Anvalor, the Anvil CityAnvilgardAqshy, the Realm of FireAzyr, the Realm of HeavensAzyrheim, the Eternal CityBarak-Nar, the City of the First DawnBrightspearCarngrad, the Chaos-HoldChamon, the Realm of MetalDraconiumExcelsisGhur, the Realm of BeastsGhyran, the Realm of LifeGlymmsforge, the City of LightGreywater FastnessHallowheartHammerhal, the Twin-Tailed CityHar Kuron, the Shadow-TempleHysh, the Realm of LightLethisMisthåvnNagashizzarNulahmia, the Mortis PalaceSettler's Gain, the Jade CityShyish, the Realm of DeathTempest's EyeThe Eightpoints, the Gateway RealmThe Great Parch, Heartland of FireThe Living CityThe Phoenicium, City of the Reborn FlameThe Seven WordsThe Sigmarabulum, Ring of the HeavensThe Ten Paradises of HyshUlgu, the Realm of ShadowVindicarumXintil, the City of Automata

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Ghyran is the Realm of Life, a boundless wilderness of primordial jungle, cascading rivers and living mountains that breathe with the rhythm of the seasons. Born of the jade wind of magic, its waters can mend any wound, and its groves brim with a vitality so fierce it borders on savagery. At its heart lie the domains of the goddess Alarielle, from whose grief and renewal the realm draws its power.

The Sylvaneth, tree-spirits woven from soulpods and sap, are Ghyran's ancient guardians, warring to keep the wildwoods pure. Yet no realm suffered more grievously in the Age of Chaos, for the Plague God covets Ghyran above all. The Maggotkin of Nurgle poured through its realmgates and transmuted whole regions into the Garden of Nurgle, where blossoms weep pus and rivers run with sweet corruption.

Life and decay here are not opposites but a single turning wheel, each feeding the other in endless struggle. Fungal empires rise where forests fall; new growth erupts from festering ruin. To walk Ghyran is to witness creation and putrefaction locked in an embrace that no war has ever settled, and perhaps none ever shall.