The southern Banner Marches may be on the Paldishan’s warpath. Their philosophical code – the “Dara” – mandates that they spread the truth of their way of life to the unenlightened…by force if necessary. To the southwest is Paldara, ruled by fierce goliaths in a sort of militaristic meritocracy with distorted socialist values. Few cross the borders into Lost Imandel anymore. Every living being in Imandel became undead, including King Vendremere who became a death knight. King Vendremere unleashed terrible shadow magic in defense of his lands – the invaders were repelled but at great cost. The surviving Witch Queen remembers what befell her sisters and has plans for the Banner Marches.įar to the west, beyond Urelgaine, lies Lost Imandel, once a thriving kingdom of elves which was attacked by a massive army of trolls, ogres, and hobgoblins. Ages ago the Witch Queens sought to master dangerous magics which thrust the world into a dark age, and all the Witch Queens – save one – were killed after this. To the west is Urelgaine, the Coven Throne, a land of mists, marshes, and fell magic ruled by an ancient Witch Queen. The Archmage covets the abundant magic in the Banner Marches and it is said he covertly sends out “witch-finders” to abduct youth with the gift for magic. To the northwest is Suleistarn, a tyrannical magocracy which has mobilized its citizens on an unprecedented level,creating magical factories and leveling mountains. The dwarven Ard Reina seeks to honor an ancestral promise by conquering the northern Banner Marches. To the north is Durghess, a dwarven nation following the prophecies of long dead rulers to avenge their betrayal at human hands. And so the Banner Marches live free, held together tenuously by the young untested King Arslein and his court at Tir Uldeir. However, it has been many years since any foreign army has set foot in the Banner Marches, fearing each other as much as they do the old magic of the Marches. At the convergence of feuding kingdoms, it is a hotly contested region which neighboring rulers would love to annex. The Banner Marches are a fecund land carved by retreating glaciers and touched by ancient magic.
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