The Burning Forge
Aspect of Khar’zul, Firstbound of Fire and Dominion
A continent-sized forge-world roars endlessly. Rivers of molten iron flow between titanic anvils where war-engines hammer themselves into being. The sky is ash-choked and red, lit by constant eruption.
Conflict is inevitable here. If two beings meet, one must dominate the other. Victory reshapes the victor—strength becomes mass, heat, weight. Defeat strips identity away until only fuel remains.
The Forge rewards ambition absolutely—but consumes those who lack the will to rule.