This is a city that was built by the weakest peoples of the Southern Continent who refused to be victims. This is a realm that was forged by nymphs and pixies, satyrs and fAe who were tired of being weak. Rallying to the battle cry of their warrior martyr Thistle Leafblade, they rejected the ways of peace and gathered together in a fortress of thorns, dedicating themselves to marshal pursuits. To war, and the persecution of the defense of those in need.
This is a city of diminutive folk, and yet they are some of the greatest soldiers on the planet. When not actively engaged in war, the elders of this place will often send their young off to battle as mercenaries in far off conflicts. This gives them experience, as well as insight into the tactics and abilities of foreign armies which can be brought back home and exploited.