Nezb
Oh, I come from a land, from a faraway place
Where the caravan camels roam
Where it's flat and immense and the heat is intense
It's barbaric, but hey, it's home
When the wind's from the east and the sun's from the west
And the sand in the glass is right
Come on down, stop on by, hop a carpet and fly
To another Nezbian night
~ A Nezbian merchant, probably
A land of wide deserts, deep jungles and expansive savannas. An old country who's history marches on despite the interference of a certain petulant death goddess.
Controlled Territories
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