the Karak Empire
Once the pinnacle of human achievement, the years have not been kind to the Empire. The Emperor is old and doddering and surrounds himself with self-serving sycophants who have drained the coffers dry to satiate their sybaritic lifestyles. The navy is in tatters and the army faces constant desertion. While worship of Pelor is the official religion and the hierarchs holds their cathedral in the capitol, most only pay lip-service. Every year, the borders shrink ever inward as the wild reclaims the land from the Empire and people look to new masters.