Angutol
From The Little Baron's Travels: An Illuminated Primer for Well Born Boys and Girls:
Angutol is an island kingdom to the west of the glorious kingdom of Thilior. It is a place of great contrast, with pockets of civilization surrounded by vast untamed brushlands ruled by ever warring dragon warlords.
The population of Angutol is estimated at 100,000. The people are mostly dragonborn, but also include humans, elves, dwarves, and a small but unmissable number of dragons.
Loceheru, the God-king of magic, rules over Angutol. He spends his time and resources researching and crafting magic items, rather than tending to the needs of his people. He is also well known for his unnatural perversions, taking dragons for his queens. In 81,927 he married the current queen, the great and terrible silver dragon Queen Ssaberalussiar. Together they have a daughter, Princess Seradxerfthariore, born in 82,083.
Angutol has three main settlements: the capital Alcaost, and the port cities of Westport and Eastport. Surrounding them are constellations of smaller settlements. These clusters of civilization and the roads between them are the only safe locations. All the rest of the island is ruled by chromatic dragons, ever fighting over territory and riches. With all their fighting, few chromatic dragons live to adulthood.
In the distant past, Angutol also controlled territories in what is now the northwest of Thilior, but lost it in the 73,582 Crusade of Luso. In the millenia since, Thilior has brought civilization to the area, and now it is as safe and prosperous as anywhere else in our kingdom.
The society of Angutol has two clear tiers. On top, the "tenured": magic users who have demonstrated their skill and loyalty to Loceheru, and receive unholy eternal unlife in exchange for their assistance in arcane research projects. On bottom, the vast numbers of common folk live miserable lives until being culled at middle age to fuel the tenured unlives. They are treated with cruelty and suffer from frequent famines and plagues. The magically talented among them strive for a chance at tenure themselves, but if they do not prove their skill, they are culled like the rest.
The arcane traditions of Angutol's tenured class lead many of them to madness. For some, the vile taint of unlife leads them astray, or they have seen research no mortal mind can comprehend. Consequently, Angutol has a phenomenon of their sorcerers, driven by insanity, travel into the untamed wilderness for privacy, build a solitary tower or dungeon, and spend the rest of eternity in sinister arcane explorations. The most recent estimates suggest over one thousand such locations, a common lure for short-lived adventurers.
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