Far to the west in Allorys lies the inhospitable land of Narbosk. Filled with poisonous bogs, petrified forests, sharp crags, and all manner of beast both natural and not, few would wish to live here. The few that do are said to be descendants of a once great nation that worshiped dark gods and performed all manner of dark magic. Little is known about their ruler “The Dragon King”. It is said his title comes from the fact that he rides an actual black dragon. If this is true, it would be the first dragon seen in Allorys in nearly a thousand years. The people of Narbosk are survivors in every sense of the word. Constantly plagued by orcs, goblins, giants, and worse, they never the less continue to exist in land many consider cursed. From the lizardman tribes in the Black Marsh, to the harpies and Glyders (giant flying spiders) of the Dead Wood, Narbosk is home to more monsters than most other nations combined. The nation as a whole is under constant marshal law. The Dragon King’s dread knights roam the countryside, acting as judges and executioners. Visitors are often appalled at the sights they see, from bodies dead and rotting in stocks, to previous travelers impaled on giant iron spikes set into the middle of roads. Dread Knights are given total reign upon all they see, acting as direct extensions of the Dragon King. Many see them as nothing more than tyrants, but when asked of a citizen of Narbosk, they’re thankful to see them more often than not. For all the cruelty shown to it’s citizens, it is nothing compared to the fate they visit upon the monsters and other “humanoids” unlucky enough to cross paths with them. Slaughtered by the dozens, entire tribes of monsters are “cleansed” down to the last woman and child. There corpses are often left as a warning near settlements, attracting huge murders of crows. Most other nations are content to ignore Narbosk in the hopes it and it’s mysterious king will ignore them. Narbosk’s major exports are iron and various parts of monsters such as ivory and feathers or scales.
“I traveled to Narbosk once with a caravan of traders… Twenty some odd men, and three of us returned with our lives. I’ll not speak of what happened or what I saw, but if I lived a thousand lifetimes, the memories would haunt me until my dying breath.” -Rolas Terron, Alterian blacksmith