Ifru
| Allegiance | Sirdabi Caliphate |
| Capital | Koba |
| Demonym | Ifari |
| Official Language | Sirdabi |
| Official Religion | Azadi |
| Currency | fals/dirham/nour |
| Native Heritages | Tessouare, Sirdabi, Razmani |
Often considered the backwater of the Sirdabi Caliphate, Ifru is nonetheless centrally located among the caliphate's Idiri provinces, lying along the Adelantean coast east of Tessere and west of Amunat. With a relatively small population, unforgiving terrain, and poor harborage, the province still plays a key role in trans-Hazari trade and its towns are vital waystations along one of the most well-traveled caravan routes of the continent. Ifru is part of the Tessouare heartland and was once a renowned center of civilization and commerce, from ancient times through the days of the Ruveran Empire. Numerous ruins lie scattered across the province, some of Ruvan origin, some dating back to the days of the great Tessouare kingdoms, all of them now desolate in the middle of half-forgotten valleys and fields of windblown dunes.
Geography & Climate
Ifru is a difficult land, with a hot and arid climate and punishing terrain that challenge both travelers and residents. The landscape holds a stark beauty for those who are untroubled by the vast empty spaces and isolation, but most people not native to the area -- and some of those who are -- fear the many areas that lie beyond the edge of the country's settlements. Most of the province's population is scattered along the Adelantean shore, which receives some welcome rain in the winter months that makes limited farming, grazing, and arboriculture possible. But scarcely a hundred miles inland from the coast these seasonal rains vanish, leaving the remainder of the province to the mercy of brief but violent storms that pound the land with torrential rain before vanishing as swiftly as they came on.
In long-ago times, in the days of the earliest Tessouare kingdoms and before, Ifru was a far more temperate and forgiving land. Tales and chronicles tell of verdant meadows spreading across the Plain of Ruin and filling the fields now covered in sand, thick forests blanketing the Citadel Mountains, and a vast and beautiful lake that nestled within the very heart of those wooded slopes. But of all this natural abundance nothing remains but dust, and the immense basin of bone-dry and darkened ground now called Shadow Lake.