The Phoenicium is a free city of green and gold raised in the Realm of Life around the roost of the sacred phoenixes, immortal firebirds whose life and death mark the turning of ages. Its temples and terraces climb the slopes of a hallowed vale in Ghyran, and its people order their whole existence by the ancient rite of the flame that dies only to be reborn.
As one of the Cities of Sigmar, the Phoenicium fields warriors who take the phoenix as their sacred emblem, marching to war beneath banners of flame and feather. When a great phoenix falls in battle, its fiery death is mourned as a portent, and its rebirth from the ashes is greeted as a blessing upon the whole city, a promise that Order too may rise again from any defeat.
Yet the vale is not spared the horrors of the age. The creeping corruption of Nurgle festers at the forest's edge, and the Sylvaneth of the deep groves regard the fire-worshippers with wary, ancient eyes. More than once the Phoenicium has been all but consumed by war and plague, its temples thrown down and its roosts defiled. Each time it has risen anew from its own ashes, and its defenders hold that so long as a single phoenix draws breath, the city can never truly perish.
The atlas continues
