The Ruins of the Temple

Once, long ago the City of Many Delights was the Temple of a Thousand Fists. Drawing inspiration from the four armed apes found within the region, the monks which lived there studied their lifestyle with well disciplined lives. Their style emulated these, as they thundered across to meet their enemies with a flurry of grapples and strikes. Their dedication and skill could not aid them against the thunder of the horses of the Khostog. Arrows fell like rain, and many of the Monks lay dead before the the Khostog were fully upon them, their curved blades singing as they cut through the remaining defenders. Wisdom was given, through the pain.
One of the survivors, became disillusioned by their defeat. For months she observed in the quiet of what was lost. But it was those apes, which they had claimed to follow, which made her realize what was missing. The apes did not care. The apes never trained, nor gave thought to what may come. Instead they ate freely, and when there was nothing, they stole from those weaker than them. It was the message that the Khostog knew. Seeking to rebuild the Temple, Mara sought out those that were shamed, or sought easier lives. Bandits came first, then organized crime. Workers were brought in to sell, and trade tools for war and many fields of illegal herbs were grown, hidden in plain sight among the food.
Today the Temple has, in a way, returned. There are no walls left standing, though it is fully resettled by many. There is a decadence among these slums, and a hedonistic aura about most that reside within. Although every pleasure is offered it comes at a steep price. Many have found themselves indebted to one of the several bosses, and have met an early end in a life of crime, or disappointing someone who is in a life of crime.

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Slum