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The Old World

Dark Elf City

Hag Graef, the Dark Crag

Hag Graef is a sunless city of the dark elves in Naggaroth, a place of slave-mines and scheming nobility ruled from the shadow of a black crag.

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Altdorf, Capital of the EmpireAthel Loren, the Enchanted ForestAverheimBarak VarrBechafen, City of the MarshesCouronne, City of the GrailErengradHag Graef, the Dark CragHexoatl, City of the SunItzaKarak Azul, the Hold of IronKarak Eight PeaksKarak KadrinKaraz-a-Karak, the EverpeakKislev, the City of the Ice QueenLothernLustria, the Jungle ContinentMarienburgMiddenheim, the City of the White WolfMousillonNaggarondNaggaroth, the Land of ChillNehekhara, the Land of the DeadNuln, City of Iron and PowderParravon, City of the PeaksPraag, the Scarred CitySkavenblightSylvania, the Cursed ProvinceTalabheimTor Elyr, City of the LagoonsUlthuan, Isle of the High ElvesWolfenburgWurtbad, City of StirlandYvresse, the Misty IsleZhufbar, the Torrent GateZlatlan, the Fallen Temple-City

Hag Graef, the Dark Crag, is a city of the druchii sunk in a vast, sunless valley of Naggaroth, forever cast in the shadow of the towering black cliffs that give it its name. No natural light reaches its streets, and its cold spires and grim towers are lit only by cruel witch-fires, a fitting home for a people who have made an art of malice and treachery.

One of the great cities of the Dark Elves, Hag Graef is infamous for its slave-mines, which bore deep into the surrounding mountains and consume captives by the thousand in their lightless depths. Its noble houses are a nest of vipers, forever scheming, poisoning, and assassinating in their endless struggle for power and the favour of the Witch King, and its highborn are counted among the most treacherous of a treacherous race.

From Hag Graef's black harbours the corsair fleets set forth to raid the wider world, returning laden with plunder and fresh slaves to feed the mines and the sacrificial altars of the murder-cults. The city knows little of open war upon its own soil, sheltered as it is within Naggaroth's cold heart, yet its every day is a quiet battlefield of intrigue where a careless word or a missed blade means death. Hag Graef endures upon cruelty refined to perfection, a lightless monument to the spite that drives the dark elves ever onward.