Sahil Al'Riyay - The Coast of winds

Nestled along the ragged southern edge of Aran’sha, the domain of this small state is less a unified kingdom and more a loose scattering of fishing hamlets, clinging to life where the endless sand meets the turbulent sea. Its inhabitants, weathered and hardy people, subsist on the fickle bounty of the ocean, their lives a rhythmic, neverending cycle of nets cast and mended, boats launched and hauled.
The region's utter insignificance has, ironically, proven its greatest defense. No ambitious ruler or conquering pirate has ever deemed the sparse fishing yields worthy of their attention. The villages, with names like Hal Ya'Sayyad (Home of the Fishermen)or Murjan's Landing remain stubbornly independent, bound by little more than shared hardship and a quiet understanding. Travelers find little of note here, beyond fresh catches and the mocking cries of sea gulls. The air in each village is thick with the scent of salt and drying fish, and the nights are filled with the mournful creak of swaying masts at anchor. Those who linger might discover a hidden resilience to the people, a quiet strength born of enduring the harsh, unforgiving lands