Tirad the Torn Land
Soon after the Dragonborn emerged from the distraction wrote by Dragonfall they founded the city of Arkhosia which would grow into a empire spanning the entirety of the Isle of Scales and the eastern reaches of the mainland. Their nation fell over a 1000 years ago, weakened by a centuries old war with Bael Turath they fell pray to the plotting of Tiamat and her chromatic dragons.
The dwarven race threw off the yoke of slavery soon after Dragonfall The cataclysm sundered the world and in so doing freed it of the Empire of Shadow. Without these shadowy figures to guild their giant overlords the dwarves slew there masters and went into the world.
Always distant to this world the elven nobles used the chaos of Dragonfall as an excuse to sever their ties with the world and became the Eladrin in the Feywild. Why they have come back to this world is a mystery only their nobles know.
Cut off from the Feywild when the Eladrin fled the elves defended their forest kingdoms from the Bael Turath Empire and had strand relations with Nerathites.
The half-elves of Tirad predominantly come from unions between the Verathi and the elves.
Always in the background the halfling river gypsies has become an important trade avenue in recent years.
Cebrinac, a dark skinned sea fairing race with a legacy of piracy and devil-worship.
The Cebrinac are the human descendants of the southern lands of the Bael Turath empire. Their primary homeland consisted of a large chain of islands in the Southern Sea but there empire spread to the rest of the mainland via their active colonization and the dominance of their sea power.
In 2985df a mystic of Ioun prophesized the fall of their empire, instead of heading the mystic the now wholly corrupt devil worshiping leaders of Cebrin had her put to death. Which did nothing to stop the cataclysmic volcanic eruption that destroyed much of the island chain. The only survivors of the catastrophe were the colonies on the mainland.
Nerathit, heirs to the last empire of the east, they now live in the once great cities along the eastern coast of Tirad in small kingdoms or city states.
The cities have, over the centuries, been brought together into numerous kingdoms or petty empires by force or treaty. Most of these never lasting more than a few generations. The most recent of which fell apart over 90 years ago when the last Empire died with no heir
Verathi, a tight nit race of gypsies, tanned from there long days on the roads, seek nothing but a good story and a cool summer night by an open fire.
The Verathi tell of a time when giants ruled the land and all the human nations had fallen to their masters. Why the Verathi race survived were all most all the others were obliterated has been lost to the fog of time.
Northmen, these fair skinned warriors of the Northern Lands honor strength over cunning and never back away from challenge whether that be on the battle field or the tap room.
The Northmen have had little contact with the south for millennia and have their own distinctive seafaring culture that few in the south understand. It even seems they have their own gods that many in the south have never heard of.
Bael Turath grew from the ashes of Dragonfall but would never be as great as the empires that came before. Their empire was eventually destroyed and their leaders dispersed to the four corners of the globe by the Dragonborn.