Nazareth was a false valley conjured from the western dunes of The Sands of Serrakhan by Primarch Naziith, one of the Primarchs of the Sun bound in eternal servitude to Malekith. Though lush in appearance—blooming with radiant flora and bioluminescent growths—it was never real. Beneath its flourishing veneer lay only rot, decay, and conjured madness.
Situated near the western shoreline, the region was once a forgotten stretch of wind-scoured sand—uninhabited, unclaimed. The surrounding lands would eventually change during the Conjunction of the Realms, when the natural boundaries between the Prime Plane and the Faewyld were sundered. Well before this cataclysm, The Sunsations inadvertently unsealed the Temple of the Seven Suns—freeing the Primarchs of the Sun, loyal enforcers of Malekith’s solar dominion.
From that breach, Naziith emerged—and Nazareth was born.
The Rise of the False Valley
Naziith was not a warrior, but an architect of illusion. With his return, he wove the dunes into a mirage made manifest: a river-fed glade teeming with iridescent beasts, crystalline trees, and golden haze. The valley stretched for miles, twisting the minds of all who entered. Pilgrims, merchants, even Sultanate patrols who wandered too close reported euphoric visions, eternal twilight, and voices in the trees calling them home.
But the valley did not sustain life. It consumed it.
What appeared as nourishing fruit was rotting flesh. Water turned to sand in the mouth. The longer one remained within Nazareth’s bounds, the more their flesh began to slough, their minds to fracture. Naziith fed on the belief of paradise. He required no armies—only stupefied awe.
Sealing of Naziith
Naziith’s reign over the false valley was brief but catastrophic. Entire caravans vanished. Sultanate scouts returned blind or broken, whispering praises to “the orchard sun.” Sun sages from Shariz confirmed the valley radiated aetheric distortion. Kairus the Brass and the Brass Tribe personally went to confront the Primarch directly.
It was Kairus the Brass who finally pierced Naziith’s veil. In a battle fought amid illusory light and collapsing terrain, Kairus severed Naziith’s control over this small fragment of the Prime Plane, crushing Naziith with and thus shattering the illusion.
With the spell broken, Nazareth withered.
Present Status
What remains of Nazareth is little more than a salt-bleached basin. Cracked bark husks mark the perimeter where crystalline trees once shimmered. Strange skeletons—some human, others unknown—litter the dust. No fauna dwell there. No plants regrow.
Sultanate geomancers have declared the site forbidden. Elemental Order agents monitor it for signs of resurgence, as Naziith’s essence, though sealed, was never destroyed.
Nazareth was not a paradise.
It was a wound—stitched with beauty, rotting from within.