The peoples on the peninsula of Keron have never formed a true hierarchy,
they have all remained in small villages with no real ambitions between them.
Most of the people who live there are farmers, and content to stay that way.
But such is not the way of all the world.
From the East, the swarms of Krull Vikings have manned their ships, and set sail for western lands.
The peninsula is just unlucky enough to fall in their path.
Though the threat of Krull invasion has always been imminent,
the small army they banded together to face the menace was swept aside by the vikings ferocity.
Blown away in a matter of days, the peninsula now rests in Krull's control.
But these are not the only lands this fast growing Empire has it's eye on.
Armies are amassing within Krull, and new recruits come from the sea each day.
The population of Krull is swelling, as is it's need for space. But how they will take this space is a matter of opinion.
Though the King Iseroth continues to deny any interest in seizing more lands,
the kings of the West grow restless and weary of this "new" threat.
The prophets of old once spoke of a plague, black as night, which would sweep through the land and consume it.
And as the black banners of Krull rise, so seems the chances of such an event occurring...
