Charadon

Charadon is the beating heart of one of the most enduring Ork empires in the galaxy, a domain that has waxed and waned across centuries yet never been extinguished. Its surface is a nightmare of belching foundries, scrap-mountains and crude war-yards where the Orks forge the guns, wagons and battle-fortresses that fuel their endless campaigns of conquest.

Ruled from the smoke-choked stronghold of its warlords, the Charadon empire has hurled invasion after invasion into surrounding Imperial space, each WAAAGH! swelling as fresh greenskins flock to the banners of victory. The armies of the Emperor have marched to break it more than once, and though they have burned its cities and slain its warbosses, the empire always regathers, its industry too vast and its warriors too numerous to ever wholly cleanse.

Charadon endures as a permanent thorn in the Imperium's side, a greenskin realm that seems to grow stronger with every war waged against it. Its forges never cool, its scrap-heaps never empty, and from its poisoned skies pour the perpetual reinforcements of a species that measures strength in slaughter. To the human worlds within its reach, Charadon is not a place but a threat eternal, always mustering for the next storm of teeth and iron.