East of the Worlds Edge Mountains lie the Dark Lands, a vast and desolate wasteland where the sky is choked with volcanic ash and the horizon glows with the fires of endless industry. Riven by chasms and crowned with smoking peaks, it is among the most inhospitable regions of the known world, a place where the very air burns and nothing grows but suffering.
This blasted realm is the dominion of the Chaos Dwarfs, a cruel and twisted offshoot of the mountain folk who long ago fell to the worship of the Father of Darkness. From their black ziggurats and hell-forges they drive countless slaves to labour and death, wringing weapons of iron and daemon-bound fire from the tortured earth. The Plain of Zharrr and its great industrial heart smoulder day and night, powered by misery on a scale beyond reckoning.
The Dark Lands teem with peril beyond the Chaos Dwarfs and their bound daemons. Greenskin tribes swarm its ash-choked valleys, monstrous beasts prowl its badlands, and rival powers vie for the buried riches of the earth. It is a land defined by fire, cruelty, and toil, a monument to what the ambitions of the wicked may forge when unrestrained by any mercy.