Port Grimrise
The Black Harbour of Chaos
Grimrise, the port city of the Disciples of Chaos, stands as a foreboding gateway to the Godless Lands, its jagged piers stretching into an ocean tainted by the filth of war and misery. Located 250 miles north of Wurgar, it is a city of iron and fire, a fortress upon the sea, where the great warships of Chaos wait, their hulls groaning against the tide in anticipation of the coming invasion of Kallonia.
The Harbour of Chains
Grimrise serves one purpose above all—war. Every day, the docks see galleons, black-flagged warships, and hulking slave galleys arrive from across the blighted sea, bearing supplies, reinforcements, and the screaming cargo of captives. For those unfortunate enough to be seized by the Disciples, Grimrise is often their first stop in hell.
Here, the prisoners are sorted, broken, and processed. Some are bound for Wurgar, where their fate is work or execution. Others are chained and sent back to sea in the belly of the great war galleys.
The Fleet of the Profane
Grimrise is home to the largest naval force in Deuslair, the Dread Armada of the Disciples. Their warships are not mere vessels—they are floating fortresses, clad in black iron, their sails stitched with symbols of madness, their figureheads carved into screaming, tormented visages. Some vessels seem alive, their hulls pulsing with veins of molten Chaos, their oars manned by the damned, rowers who will never know rest.
The Black Lord-Admiral, an enigmatic and ruthless commander, rules over the fleet, answering only to the Pandemonium itself. His name is whispered, never spoken aloud, for those who do vanish before the next tide.
A City of Warriors and Zealots
Grimrise is not for the weak. It is a place where the Disciples hone their weapons, train their warbands, and prepare for their greatest conquest—the invasion of Kallonia. Within the Iron Barracks, recruits are forged into zealots, their flesh scarred with runes, their minds emptied of mercy. The streets are filled with war priests, their eyes burned away by devotion, screaming sermons of annihilation as they march in circles around the Pyres of Devotion, where faithless soldiers are burned alive as examples.
In the shadows, the Chaos Orders work in secret, plotting their next assault upon Deuslair, whispering of a second portal, one that will bring even more devastation than the first.
The Maw of the Coming Storm
The world may not yet know it, but Grimrise is the harbinger of war. From its cursed shores, the ships will soon sail—bound for Kallonia, bound for slaughter. Those who dare spy upon its shores speak of an escalating armament, a madness building, a storm waiting to be unleashed.
The Disciples are patient, but the sea has grown restless, and soon, the black sails of Grimrise will blot out the horizon.
"Where the sea weeps black and the wind carries the wails of the broken, there lies Grimrise. It is not a city, but a wound carved into the shore, where chains outnumber the stars and ships cast longer shadows than the gods ever dared to."
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