The lands to the west of the Greater Dwarfholds is a land of sailors. Krullards – the inhabitants of the Krulllands – have been sailing the Sea of Krull since time immemorial. Krullards have an uncanny ability to read the coming weather on the fickle sea. Many Krullards make their living as fisherman or merchantmen. Some less reputable – or, by other accounts, simply braver – Krullards make their living as pirates, privateers, or smugglers. (What the precise difference is between any of these latter professions is a matter of great dispute amongst those who practice them, but not so to many others, especially the soldiers and sailors of Scintar. Krullards are, by and large, a surly lot. More often than not, a ‘thank you’ from a Krullard only sounds less insulting than their normal demeanour.
The Krulllands technically have a central government: the Council of Krull. The Council is composed of elected members from the towns of the Krulllands, fourteen in total. The Council only sits four times a year, its location rotating city to city, and it only deals with matters affecting the Krulllands as a whole. Each town is left to its own devices for most matters. Scintar has been making advances towards the Krulllands for a number of years. Skullport – the northernmost town in the Krulllands – has largely been infiltrated by Scintar’s money and influence. Many Scintarese covertly settled in Skullport and made connections back to Scintar. While such involvement is officially denied, Skullport itself has become deeply divided over whether to stay independent of Scintar or take steps towards official political affiliation. In the recent Lady’s War between Yardolan and Scintar, a number of Krullland ships were employed as smugglers or privateers by the Yardolanders to ship dwarven steel north and disrupt Scintarese trade. There has been much outcry and demand for recompense from quarters of Scintar for these actions, but of course the Council of Krull denies any official involvement, and most Krullanders just don’t give a damn what stuck up, pompous Scintarese ninnies think about them.