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Age of Sigmar

Mortal Realm

Azyr, the Realm of Heavens

Azyr, the Realm of Heavens, is Sigmar's inviolate sky-realm of stars and storms, the one realm never conquered by Chaos and the birthplace of the Stormcast Eternals.

Astrography

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

Azyr, the Realm of Heavens, is the celestial vault of stars, storms, and boundless sky, the one realm that Chaos never conquered. Its magic is the azure lore of the heavens, of prophecy, storm, and cosmic order, and its skies blaze with constellations that map the fates of gods and mortals alike. It is a realm of hope, distant and cold and bright as starlight.

When the Age of Chaos engulfed the Mortal Realms, it was to Azyr that Sigmar retreated, sealing its gates and drawing the great vault shut behind him. Behind those sealed heavens he gathered the last free peoples of a hundred fallen worlds, so that Azyr became a lifeboat as much as a realm, a single sanctuary of light adrift above an ocean of ruin.

There, in secret, the God-King wrought his answer. Reforging the souls of fallen heroes upon the Anvil of Apotheosis, Sigmar created the Stormcast Eternals, immortal warriors clad in sigmarite and hurled back down as living lightning to break the reign of Chaos and prise open the realms once more. In the star-vaults and storm-eyries of the realm, the astromancers and priests of the God-King chart the wheeling constellations for omens of triumph and disaster, while the great Sigmarabulum, a ring of forges girdling a captive star, labours without pause to remake the honoured dead into fresh thunder for the war below.

Crowning the realm is the Eternal City, greatest of all sanctuaries, where refugees, scholars, and soldiers dwell beneath the God-King's watchful storm. From Azyr's high heavens the Tempests of Sigmar still descend upon the lower realms, and so long as its gates hold and its stars burn, the forces of Order will never wholly lack for hope or reinforcement.