As old and mysterious as the Grimm themselves, the Northen content has been colonized and abandoned many times by all who dare.

It was said in legends that humans used to brave the high seas riding great icebergs to get to this content or that a women with White skin lost a bet to a Golden Eagle to allow humans to have some land to call their own, however, while many have travelled to this land it is without a doubt that the first humans to settle and call the land home are the Sangre Despellejada or "Blood Skinned" that while are mostly nomadic had one permanent settlement which they all universally called home.

The City of Tenochtitlan was a grand and old city, bigger than any other in the world. The population of the City at one point had over 10 million people spread across the borders of the city, almost 1% of the population of remanet. In the centre of the city, the Keep/ Temple lay on top of the Sacred Island where the Itzcuauhtli lay protected after its supposed transformation into a Talisman of obsidian. It can not be stated how much the Sangre Despellejada would sacrifice to keep the Talisman safe, for it is said to ward off Grimm and make them avoid entering the City.

However, the ever-expanding interests of the other Kingdoms had them periodically colonize the continent for resources and living space. At some point, do to the fact that Tenochtitlan was already a well-built city and defendable, it was attacked and besieged many times, but each was beaten back do to the absolute refusal of the native people to be under foreign Rule and the Grimm that lie in the scorched lands that would oddly attack the besieging army, but leave the defenders or relief armies alone.
So it was not until almost 400 years ago that the Kingdom of Mantle, with funding from the Schnee trading company, sent an expedition to conquer the city.

For the next 10 years, the siege would continue, with their Cannon and rifles as well as powerful aura users they could push through the layers of the heavily defended city. This was until only the main keep that lay on the sacred lake remained defiant. The Mantle army then sent an Envoy to the remaining defenders, the Mantles demanded that the remaining defenders surrender, that all those that still live in the city become subservient to the kingdom of Mantel and finally that the Dust mines along with the Itzcuauhtli Talisman be handed over to Mantle and the Schnee Trading company.

The Envoy would have his head returned in a small bout with a piece of paper that said: "we killed your scout, now send your messenger." Outraged the Mantel army bombarded the Keep for the rest of the summer and into autumn until only one defender remained. When the strongest aura users went into the keep they fond the last warrior wearing the Talisman. Out of the 501 men who would fight for the Itzcuauhtli, only 20 would come out alive.

The Temple of Tenochtitlan
The battle was now done, only the Sargeant and his Men at Arms were left and around them were the bodies of there fellow soldiers, including all of the elite "Ritter des Atlas". In the front of them is the somehow still breathing member of the "Santos Guerreros de Itzcuauhtli" the warrior fought more like a Grimm than a man, still the fact they were still alive was nothing but reassuring. The remaining soldiers and their Sargeant stiffen when the Warrior stood up on to his feet, his eyes still bloodshot with rage and his body twitching with adrenalin. However the frenzied man they fought earlier looked at them and to their surprises, his eyes went back to normal with his body seeming to go still. The Warrior took one step forward, causing the Sargeant and his Man at Arms to raise their weapons, fear still instilled in their eyes from the carnage this man, no, Demon in the skin of one had caused.

The Warrior

The invaders were almost all dead he just needed to. He then started to sway from side to side" somethings not right" the Warrior thought as he felt weaker, his head doesn't feel right and he can't seem to see straight. He thinks one of the invaders are saying something to him "H...ar... rig.." he can't seem to hear them, the light of the room seemed to dim a little now, he needs to get to the Altar. As the Warrior walked back the Invaders walk forward with each step he takes until he feels the stairs. The Warrior then collapses on to the stairs back first, he can see it now, they lost, lost it all. He smiles "at least, they cant take, more than they already have." His last thought was of the fate of his people and the Talisman. His breathing has now stopped, the light is now fading and he welcomes it, for he can now rest as his duty is done.

The Sargent

"is it over." the Sargeant looked to his left to see a young man in blooded cloth and his plate armour slashed open" is it dead?" he asked. The Sargeant walked toward the Warrior that lay still on the stairs of the Altar and nervously pokes the body with his sword. With a sigh of relief he said "Its dead." his men look at him with wide eyes "Its now dead" one man falls to the ground gasping for air that he did not know he needed, one by one his men ether breath out in relief or lie down to rest their aching bodies. The Sargeant just looks at the now dead Warrior, he felt unnerved as on its face was a smile that was all too human for something that was anything but. In all his life he had fought many foes the but only two reminded him of this monster they were, the Faunus berserkers of Velcro and a Demon of darkness. But even that was nothing compared to what this Warrior did. He can remember when they first walked in and asked its surrender, telling the Warrior to lay down his arms. However, when he refused to do so the Ritter des Atlas stepped in to kill the Warrior and take the Amulet but before they could get close, the man screamed out a cry of rage in his language and threw his spear, impaling one man before going on a rampage. The swipes of his blade, the stabs of his black spear and the crushing blows of his club along with the occasional blasts from his stolen rifle was nothing short of terrifying and after on hour, their number had dwindled to only the men he had left, with blood, limbs, organs and smashed bones that remind of the 500 proud men that came into the temple. He still sees clearly how he grabbed one of the Ritter and slammed his sword it into the Ritter's head over and over until the man's Aura broke, he then gathered aura in his hand pouring it into his sword and cutting the Ritter's head in two.

The Sargeant then noticed that the Talisman, the amulet that had cost so many lives, lay strung around the Warriors neck. He then with a shaking hand took the Talisman of its neck, he would not know the importance of such an item, but he would later say that the Talisman was lost in the fighting.
Years would pass and the Sargeant would later start a family, as well as have founded a town. His name was Steinwand or "Stone Wall"