The war mongering tribes of Silas rest in the Swamplands of the South. With conditions harsh and the lands borderline uninhabitable, a hardly resilience was built into their people through the generations matched, only, by their primal bloodlust.

When their wars finally turned outwards to the wider world, desolation followed the tread of their boots. Tactful commanders, overwhelming legions and abominable beasts followed the will of the tribal Council, for Silas’ way is war and it is the only path to total domination.