There was a flat stretch of coastline that lazily reclined inland for dozens, if not hundreds of miles in a dismal swamp that always seemed to be foggy or drenched with rain. There was a single solid point there, a bastion of rocky land jutting from the somber moor- and here it was that the castle and the attendant village which shared its name was founded, Bylob.
Bylob was the administrative capital of the Achewbre Empire, though this was due far more to a quirk of history than any geographical centrality. Long ago, in ages remembered only in legend, the original Achewbre had settled this place. Here it was that they first began to worship their one great God, and it was here that the first of the Knights were annointed. The Knights were a special lot, without peer across the globe- for they were, as a rule, women, and lived by a secret code known only to themselves. Their prowess in combat was such that none had ever taken Bylob in the countless generations of its existence.
The Achewbre Kingdom, though, existed on this continent only in this one city; the majority of it lay a short distance across a gentle sea, on a fine island they shared with an elven people known as the Nyarerak.
When the humans had first come to live with the elves, they had come in peace, fleeing the perceived evils of the Serphep. The Achewbre were much more religious than other humans, and held themselves together as a people through loyalty to a culture founded on worship of a single god they claimed was the source of everything. They also claimed, that since they were made in the image of their deity, this gave them status above all of nature, and all other races.
The Serphep were not aggressively anti-religious, but their society was built on capitalism and freedom, ideals squarely at odds with the spirituality of the Achewbre. They had at first tried to attempt converting the other humans to their way of thought, but found few wanted to give up everything they enjoyed in life to join their cult. Instead, they found themselves pushed to this tiny corner of the world, and persisted as Bylob being their entire kingdom for generations.
When finally they discovered how to build ships to cross the sea, they came at once to the grand Island of Nyarerak, which shares its name with the elves. They formed camps along the shore, in awe, and humbly the residents to allow them to start villages in the wilderness. At first they said they wanted to live there because the woods were so holy and lively, like paradise after their decades in the misty bogs.