Anythryn is a kingdom without a king, for almost 17 years ago now the last hair of the then king, His majesty King Khrothgar the Stern, sail into the west swearing to find a new land and claim it in the name of his father the king, and never returned. Nor did any who followed of persuading him.
Then King Khrothgar was stricken with a terrible wasting sickness, that turned him from a vigorous man in his prime as a ruler, young enough to be strong and old enough to be wise, to a withered feeble parody of his former self in less than a season. Knowing his end was nigh he appointed his most trusted adviser, Baron Adalhard Von Sleg, regent until his son’s, he believed, inevitable return.
However Baron Adalhard, upon the king death, proved to be a better adviser the leader of men as he failed to secure the loyalty of most of the other barons, who prefer to pull back the warriors they’d sworn to the service of the late king and fortify their own lands.
This folly left no troops protecting the eastern border from the degradations of the fell deziens of the worldspine, and it wasn’t long before things from the mountains began hunting in the eastlands creeping further westward each year, even as the hopes of the crown prince returning wither on the vine. I fear things look grim indeed for the people of Anthryn.