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Age of Sigmar

Mortal Realm

Hysh, the Realm of Light

The luminous realm of pure light and reason, a place of enlightenment and cold perfection where illumination itself can wound and blind.

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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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Hysh is the Realm of Light, a realm of blinding radiance, ordered geometry and serene mountaintop academies where enlightenment is pursued as both art and weapon. Formed from the white wind of magic, its lands are bathed in perpetual illumination cast by the great mountain of Xintil and the wandering lights of the Ten Paradises. Here truth, reason and discipline reign, and shadow is banished to the realm's forsaken edges.

The aelven Lumineth Realm-lords are Hysh's foremost civilisation, scholar-warriors who master the elemental forces of aetherquartz and pursue an austere perfection of mind and body. Reborn from the soul-stuff reclaimed by the god Teclis, they wield light and mountain-wind as weapons, their serene beauty masking an aloof and ruthless pride.

Yet Hysh is no gentle paradise. Its light is absolute, and absolutes admit no mercy; illumination too bright can sear the flesh and hollow the soul, and the pursuit of pure reason has driven scholars to madness and hubris. Enlightenment here is a discipline as pitiless as any war, and those who stare too long into perfect radiance are seldom the same again.