Scales of War
Now a stinking, sodden ruin in the mires of the Blackfens, Rhest was once a shining city – capitol of a kingdom whose influence reached across the Elsir Vale and united its settlements.
But the kingdom passed, as kingdoms do, and its corners fell to fighting and its dynasty to madness and now, few even remember its name. Folk just call it the Old Kingdom, witha whistful tone, and tell tales of bright knights and just kings whose names are long forgotten.
After the kingdom’s fall the settlemets of the Vale learned to fend for themselves. Now, each makes its own laws, and exerts order as far as its blades can reach. There is still a common heritage, and they will cmoe together in the face of an external threat like the Red Hand, but the folk of the Vale are independent and practical, and there’s little interest now in reviving a common authority.