Nerath

The New Dragon Kingdom
Over a thousand years ago a noble human family allied themselves with a dragon from the fallen Arkhosian Empire who was seeking refuge. Many other dragons followed, and soon they had made a new kingdom on the edge of the Nera Sea, naming it after the waters that built them there wealth. Through trade, marriage and war they eventually had claimed all the major nations around the Nera Sea, and far beyond as vassals.

An Empire of Gold and Silver
The Nobles that sheltered the lost dragons joined their bloodlines together and ruled the Nerathian Empire, these Draconic Sorcerer Overkings were given the surname Malrak Daar. They took the trade language and expanded it, creating the common tongue. They unified the monetary system, so that Nerathian coin was used everywhere.

Allies from far away lands in the Elven Isles, and distant Greenwing made the empire unstoppable. They crushed the hordes of orcs, they scattered the goblin clans, and they pushed back the evil dragons and fiends from the lands. Even nations of the Shadowfell and Feywild bowed before the Threefold Crown.For a long time peace became common place, laughter and wine were more common then war horns and arrows. Many Dwarven clans migrated to the new cities in search of a peaceful new home. Together the Church of the Radiant Throne which worshiped Moradin, Bahamut, and Kord grew to rival the Church of Hestavar. The upper nobility grew decadent, forgetting how their grandfathers fought to create the peace they enjoyed.

The War of Red Laughter
After almost 700 years the Nerathian Empire had become so bloated with greed and intrigue, that when the hordes of monsters rose out of the desert almost no one could stand up to them. Peasants died, soldiers died, knights, nobleman and kings died. They came out of the Sea of Dust, The Children of Yuugnoghu, hundreds of thousands of gnolls, led by an army of demons. In the darkest hour King Elidyr the Brave was beset on all sides by rebellion and monsters. He rallied the army of Nerath for one last fight, all the Dragon Knights would join him in the final charge.

The king and all his heirs died overlooking The Bay of Roses, north of the ruined cities of Magrodin. The dragons that fought beside him and his men were ether killed or driven off, scattered to the wind as they once were.

The House of Malrak Daar ended and with it the Empire on that day. But all was not lost in vain, the demons were banished, and the gnolls retreated back to the deserts from whence they came.

It has been 300 years, the kingdom is back to how it was before the Dragon Kings, though it still is wealthy and powerful, its nobles decadent and flamboyant, its soldiers still strong of heart and sword. Back to guarding the people from those who would do them harm.