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Age of Sigmar

Aelven City

Har Kuron, the Shadow-Temple

Har Kuron is a hidden aelven city veiled in the mists of Ulgu, a temple-fortress of the murder-cult that bathes in blood to sustain its ageless queens.

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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

Har Kuron is a city of blades and shadow hidden deep within the mist-shrouded Realm of Ulgu, a temple-fortress cloaked so completely in illusion that outsiders may pass within a mile of its walls and never know it stands. Behind those veils rise obsidian spires and blood-slick altars, for Har Kuron is a bastion of the murder-cult of Khaine, the aelven god of war and slaughter.

Here the Daughters of Khaine drill in their lethal war-dances and conduct the sacred rites of blood upon which their power depends. The city's cauldrons brim with the vital essence of sacrificed captives, and its priestesses drink deep to preserve their unnatural youth and vigour. To dwell in Har Kuron is to serve the knife, whether as devotee or as offering, and mercy is a weakness the cult has long since carved away.

Cloaked in Ulgu's protective shadows, the city has weathered the horrors of the age largely unseen, striking out from concealment to raid, plunder, and reap the sacrifices its dark rites demand. Yet the mists cut both ways, hiding rivals and predators as readily as they hide Har Kuron itself, and the ambitions of its scheming sect-queens breed endless intrigue within the walls. It is a place of terrible discipline and terrible faith, where beauty and butchery are worshipped as a single divine art.