Garalta is at once the harshest kingdoms you will ever visit and the nicest place you’ve ever been, as long as you follow the rules.
Garalta has long opposed the influence of Hargroth. The ancient hero of Garalta, Elata Nepta, was a Mystic Wood Elf of great renown and power. The legends of his sacrifice persist to this day, and they are many and varied. The great hero is rumored to have fought the Wyrm of Hargroth to a standstill. With many allies and vassals, Elata stood against the wyrm and weathered the assault the foul creature beset upon him. The days turned to weeks, and the battle raged. Armies rose and fell, thousands of loyal soldiers laid down their lives in defense of freedom, and countless wolves were slain. The Garaltans fought on their own line, far away from the other defenders of the realm, though they knew that Stradyn and Ultus suffered their own losses. Alone on the continent they shared with Hargroth, Garalta bore the brunt of the assault. Many lives were lost, and still the hero stood. Weeks turned to months, and the line was held. Months turned into seasons, and the line… began to wane. Garalta was losing this war, and they knew it. They tried many tactics, explored all options, and they met only menial success for a spare moment in time. Having been savaged for months on end, the Garaltan people were spent and weak. It was all they could do to hold back the wolves and their minions, and the outlook was bleak. The rank and file soldier was sure that the line would fail at any time, and the hero knew this. After many days of contemplation, a great sacrifice was made. The hero retreated to a circle of power with many trusted allies, family, friends, and servants. Within this circle a choice was made, and a price was paid. None but those that emerged from the circle knows the true story, but the world knows the result. After the ritual completed, the Shimmer rose. A great wall of energy sprung from deep in the ground, cleaving the bedrock on its ascension, the shimmer rose. The Shimmer mimicked the Garaltan line with near perfect accuracy, though lives were tragically lost, with rare Garaltan soldiers being trapped on the far side of the shimmer and brutally torn to pieces by the wolves and their monsters, in full view of their compatriots. The Shimmer… saved us. The Shimmer keeps us safe, and keeps the wolves at bay. The least we can do is behave. Keep the rules, keep the Shimmer. Break the rules? We don’t want you to break the rules, we can’t afford it.
Garalta is a harsh land, under strict rule. The laws of Garalta are many fold, and the punishments are harsh. Garaltan crime is nearly non-existent, because the importance of these laws is manifest in everything they do. Corporal punishment is commonplace and simple offenses are met with harsh punishment.