Facing the Faceless
Daerendil was once the formal title of the last kingdom to challenge Thyatis, less than a hundred years ago. It could not stand against the might of the united duchies and has long since fallen into ruin. Its riches were sacked, its cities scattered and its lands ruined, the people of Daerendil survive today in isolated thorps and villages, struggling to survive in a harsh and unforgiving land. Its conquered inhabitants bitterly refused to accept Thyatian rule, and since the Imperial Guard had to cross through the peaks of Novskaya to exact tribute, paying the dwarves for each safe crossing, it quickly became too costly to bother to keep Daerendil as part of the Empire. They instead slaughtered the Daerendilian noble houses, leaving its people destitute and leaderless. In the decades since the nation’s fall, it has yet to regain even a shadow of its former glory, and it may well never rise again.
At the center of the former lands of Daerendil lies the Great Swamp, a vast and murky muck upon which no sunlight shines. It is said that the gods themselves have forsaken Daerendil, and many who live in its lands are faithless, having forgotten or given up on the deities who they once relied on to protect them. Ruined shrines and temples dot the land, untended and overgrown. The nation is fast becoming a haven for monsters, goblinoids, and other unsavory creatures.