Though the affairs of Silverthorne are currently quite intertwined with that of this land, little is yet known about it. From seafarers who have skirted her shores we have heard that it is a desolate place, lacking much in the way of tree or fertile plains. From the few scouts and warriors to bridge her borders tales of horrifying atrocities to unreal to be believed return.
Toevass has a few vague references to a fortress city on the western slopes of the Crescent Mountains adorned with a black sun. The records indicate that the fortress is a den of evil which nearly cost several Silverthorne agents their lives in penetrating. They brought back tales of terrible necromantic enchantments and wards so strong that the very fabric of reality was shifted around them. They also returned with a captured Allerian noble, demonstrating the long reach of Gromm’s forces.
Scholars estimate that the land area of Gromm closely matches that of Silverthorne. They also guess that it problably contains a similar number of inhabitants, though more evently spread out due to the dificulty of finding food.
Social structure within the boundaries of Gromm has been refered to as barbaric. It is a place where the strong prey on the weak for sustanance. Each band of creatures here is constantly struggling for survival, being hardened by their environment and each other.
Whether Gromm, whose armies constantly push at our borders controls this land well enough to call up all its inhabitants as troops is unknown, but a terrifying though. In addition to the Orcs which seem to be the staple commodity of these lands warriors who have survived report seeing trolls, ogres, goblins, the occasional giant, the occasional giant lizard or wyvern, and several large hairy supply beasts. None of our troops seem to have gotten more than fifty miles from the mountains and survived to tell about it.