It's a town. Sort of. It's hard to call a collection of down-Hivers, trying to scrape a living out of the slag pits and ruined domes, a town. I suppose that's why they call it Darkedge. Of course, it could have something to do with the chasm about a half-hour's walk that way.

It's a place to live. And a place to drink. Not much else you can ask for in the hive, unless you want to pray for a miracle to drag you uphive. I don't believe much in miracles. Only what I can drag out of life with my bare hands. Most of the rest of us in Darkedge believe pretty much the same.

Darkedge isn't the greatest place, but it's my home, and when you come down to it, that's really all that matters. I chose to live here, and it'd take Khorne himself to drag me out of here.

-- Conversation overheard in a Darkedge tavern

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