In the third circle within the sea of monsters lies the greatest amalgamation of sorcerers and warlocks this world has ever seen, the maidens and wives of the Chogtor, sworn to snuff the life of the world before falling again to their captors.
When the Turannor made their breakout, they started a chain of events that would leave the Chogtor as they are today, splintered, focused on themselves. The Turannor and Anatol escaped trough the amrotian mountains. The Ratarte and Gyamar rampaged trough the steppe, the Astannor and Nikannor were slaugthered, and none of them even made an effort to save their captors. By long standing tradition, the Chogtor took many women of their slave tribes as wives and maiden servants, to build their offspring and carry the menial tasks of their dark arts. When the hosts of the chogtor were spurned into the hunt, these women took the opportunity and made it as far as they could. But many were on foot, or sick, or wounded, and they could not outrun their monstrous captors. Seeking any exit to this fate, they rushed into the only place they know could defend them, into the third circle that the Chogtor have since grown to fear.
What happened there, what they unearthed, is a secret to all but them. The only thing known for certain is that the Chogtor ceased their organized attempts at capturing them, despite being a few miles from the capital of Buzaartov and in a peninsula form which they could not escape. It is only suspected, but with great reason, that whatever power aids the Shidte of Karán, is one that could end this world like one snuffs a candle, and the warrior sorcerers that rule it will choose that fate before slavery.
The Shidte of Karán is a strict magocratic matriarchy, where the skill with magic, no matter how dark, determines one´s ranking. The current ruler is the Khatun Shöniin Khatagtai, a tiefling woman of terrifying power that rules from the dark tower in the capital of Karanku sum. Though it is known that they pray to many dark entities ranging from gods to fiends and aberrations, the exact detail of these rites is not known. No man is allowed to have any level of authority and very little independence, kept for menial works, making daugthers, and sacrifices to their dark friends.
The karandu are comprised of humans, tabaxi, kor , tiefling and hobgoblin in equal parts, all descendants of the wives of the chogtor. Their cultures have since melded, but to keep the diversity of blood in such a small pool, counts of men and women of every race are kept, planning when and how many offsping will be had, though always accounting for quite a lot of deaths. The average karandu woman is sisterly and relaxed with their close circle, which usually is created around a temple or cult to a patron. Outwardly, they will be inviting to all, being honest with women and deceiving for men, which will be treated like cattle, much like the native karandu.
Their knowledge of magic is vast, but they alone hold the deepest insights in the dark arts. necromancy, blood magic, eldritch rituals and binding pacts. None escape the attention of the karandu, which pursue all dark power with fervent passion. It is rumored that something lies at the bottom of the circle, under the sea, the mother of all the monsters that plague it, yet it remains nothing more than a convincing sailor´s tale, with just a bit of reasonable evidence.
Due to their way of rule, politics are strained with most other nations, as the Shidte will demand to speak and deal with women, often infuriating many male rulers. Still, it is known that the ratartes have close ties with them, being their main slave obtainers, and some ties are lend with a few wachoni mages , drazhunian mercenaries, and istvani noble ladies. By everyone else, they are a mixture of despised and feared, including at least how the story goes, by the Chogtor. In battle, the karandu are always outnumbered, yet they destroy their enemies trough the darkests of magics. The moon turns dark, the rain turns red, the wind screams and monsters crawl out under the earth and from the waves to see their enemies murdered, or worse, captured for a proper ritual sacrifice. No longer do sailors and raiders make the mistake of trying to land in their coasts, or dare disobey the orders of the port warriorsesses when trading with them.