The Crown of Korul
The Korulean empire has now waged war on its neighbors for more than a hundred years in its insatiable appetite for blue-iron. In this time, the once proud free-men of the Steppes have dwindled to a paltry union of but three tribes, the Ruhan, the Gol and the the people of Etria. The dwarves of Ekelon and Sizm have suffered a schism that now threatens to break the northern elven nations apart, while the giant-men of Roak to the south wage their eternal war against the magically clad legions of Korul. Indeed, the Korulean peninsula seems to have undergone a complete reversal. Where there once were armies of hobgoblins, orcs and trolls that dominated the western Baylan mountain range and harassed the the men of Korul, there now remain only a scattering of the dark races, who have sided with the fairer races to defeat the power that is the Citadel of Korul. The earth lies shattered, its bones of blue-iron and elder ebon piercing the once verdant lands of the golden belt. The forests of the Wildermen in Karstan have been decimated and the ships of Barstadt now do not stray further than the reefs, for ancient powers have awoken to challenge the dominance of Korul. Now, in the first age of Koruleas, the maniacal empire is perhaps in its adolescence, or, hopefully for many, in its death throes...
