kingdom fluff

 As the earth turned to poisoned sand beneath their feet, many thought that all that lived in what was once the paradisal capital of the Empire would be good for dead. Those, however, did not realize the sheer power of human beings, no matter their state, to survive.
The people of Loar, their numbers slashed and burned, found themselves upon a situation in which they must survive, for their own sake, and for the sake of their glorious ancestors. And so, without agriculture to build upon, they nomadically wandered throughout the Wasting Sands, hunting and gathering what they could, and rationing and scavenging all. Cannibalism, corrupted flesh, poisonous monstrosities, all manners of meat and sustenance were set upon and extremely rationed for the sake of survival. Perhaps this lead to changes that warped and twisted them beyond the average man, but no matter, for the sake of survival outweighs all else.
Fifty years ago, however, after crossing the Rivers of Poison, the Pitch Mountains, and the Dead Forest, they spilled out onto the eastern plains. With the extremes they would go to to collect and ration food, combined by the fact they were now in an environment in which nurishment was more than barren, corrupted rarity, lead to a population explosion the likes of which were never seen. But a century of living such a way will surely stain a culture, and so kept upon their customs and practices that those from beyond the Wasting Sands would consider utter barbarity. Unaware of the benefits of settling down, only ever being aware of the extreme downsides for their lives, they are a nomadic people. Only recently have they discovered the horse, yet realizing their benefits took to them like a duck to water.
Yet when they see a settled land, they see not progress. Only fools awaiting an attack from monstrous entities or white-hooded men. And so, seeing resources aplenty, they will take it from these fools for their own. Armed with horses a plenty, and tactics honed by hunting through the wastes, they lay waste to any settlement they siege upon. They will sack their settlement, take their women, and roam on to whatever land has nutrients they can thrive upon. A people caring only for their own survival, they will roam upon the world, and feast upon the exposed entrails of its environment.