Of all the kingdoms in the world, few are as sad as the twin prairie kingdoms, or as determined to survive as Southern Prairie. Besieged on all sides by the Fae, with ground too strewn with bones and blood from the conflict to ever grow crops within the living memory of those born today; Southern Prairie's inhabidents take cheer in the leadership of their headless princess. Her can-do attitude, and the fact that she will never see the horrors around her give them a light of hope that she will not remember and her own optimism die with it. There is a grim sort of humor and cheer to the folks of this benighted land, with the kingdom's towns and cities more closely resembling army camps than a place of permanent residence.