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Age of Sigmar

Chaos dimension

The Realm of Chaos

The seething otherworld of the Dark Gods, a landscape born of raw emotion where the Ruinous Powers hold dominion over daemon and damned alike.

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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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Beyond the borders of the Mortal Realms churns the Realm of Chaos, a domain unbound by the laws of matter or reason, shaped instead by the tides of feeling that pour from every living soul. Here rage, hope, despair and desire congeal into landscapes that shift with every passing whim, and the four Ruinous Powers rule from citadels of impossible geometry, each god a tyrant over a portion of this seething eternity.

Within its boundless expanse lie the daemon-realms, where the servants of the Dark Gods are birthed and unmade in endless cycles, and where the Slaves to Darkness seek the favour of their patrons through slaughter, sorcery, and unspeakable devotion. Mortal champions who please their masters may be raised to daemonhood; those who fail become playthings, or worse, food for the hungry powers they served.

The Realm of Chaos presses eternally against the fabric of the Mortal Realms, seeking every crack and weakness through which its corruption might spill. Where its influence bleeds through, the world itself sickens, geography warping and time unravelling as reality surrenders to nightmare. It is not a place but an appetite, a hunger without end, and against it the peoples of the realms must stand or be devoured whole.