Hagg Nar is the First Temple, the shadow-city from which the faith of Khaine spread across the Mortal Realms, and the seat of Morathi-Khaine herself. At its heart seethes the Máthcoir, the Mother Cauldron: greatest of the blood cauldrons, from which Morathi draws the souls she reshapes into Melusai and Khinerai. To stand within Hagg Nar is to stand nearest of all to the goddess, and the Daughters of the First Temple carry themselves accordingly: with a confidence that curdles the courage of those set against them.
That certainty is their edge in war. Its covens fight as those who believe, correctly, that they are the favoured of the faith's living goddess, and so they are sent wherever the war burns hottest, to the sieges that decide a doctrine. Their blood-blessings run strongest, and they spend themselves in Khaine's name with a fearlessness no blade seems able to punish.
What the faithful do not know is the true shape of the confidence they serve. The prayers they raise to the Murder God pool, as all such prayers do, in Morathi alone: nowhere more so than here, at the foot of the Máthcoir. Of all the temples of the Daughters of Khaine, Hagg Nar stands closest to the goddess, and closest to the magnificent lie at the centre of the creed.
Order of battle
The Hagg Nar field the units of the Daughters of Khaine, a detachment from the roster:
Other Daughters of Khaine formations
Draichi GanethThe most public-facing of the temples, famed for settling honor and doctrine alike through formal duels fought before roaring crowds. To the free cities they present the faith's most disciplined and dazzling face: a performance polished enough that audiences rarely ask what all that skill is actually for.
KhailebronA temple that treats shadow as sacrament, mastering concealment, misdirection, and the quiet knife. Khailebron war-covens walk the umbral paths of Ulgu to arrive where no army should be, strike without warning, and vanish before any alarm can be raised.
The KraithThe wildest of the temples, zealots who hold that Khaine lives within the act of slaughter itself and that restraint in battle borders on heresy. Their crimson rites and headlong assaults unsettle even other Daughters, for the Kraith accept no law on the battlefield but the blade's.
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