Jabirean Dark Army - Iron Sultanate

The scribes of the Iron Sultanate write with trembling hands of the Jabirean Dark Army — a host that was neither entirely of men nor of spirits, but something born between shadow and steel. They marched beneath banners dyed black as midnight, their armor etched with crescent sigils that glowed faintly in the dark. Their faces were veiled, their eyes burning with a pale fire said to come from the Seal of Solomon. Each soldier carried not only blade or spear, but the weight of curses whispered in forgotten tongues. The Dark Army was not unleashed for conquest, but for annihilation. When they came, silence fell; even the wind stilled, and the moon itself seemed to dim. Their steps beat like drums of doom, and their charge was said to be unstoppable — for no mortal fear, no earthly defense could hold against them. And so the scribes remember them as the Jabirean Dark Army — the shadows of the crescent, the eternal night of the Iron Sultanate.