Editing World of Dungeons - Purpledriver8 (section)

==Locations==
===Uru, the Purple City of the Moon===
A cosmopolitan trading hub which sits at the edge of the Great Desert.

''The stench of death hung over the city of Uru. This was, of course, natural. Before it became the city of the caravanserai, before it dominated the land routes from the Imperium to the Islands, before the rule of the Katars, before it was the City of the Moon, or the City of 99 Demons, Uru was the Purple City. Here was the sole place that the fragile purple lotus grew. Specifically it flourished in the Avenue of Pleasures, to be harvested and transformed by skill and art into a dust that brought lucid, estactic dreams to users across the corners of the world. But the nocturnal flowering lotus fragrance was like that of a rotting corpse, a nightly signifier that bemused locals and plagued visitors.''

====Temple of the Crescent====
A quiet, foreboding place in the center of Uru where slaves and infidels are brought, never to return. Something about it makes the skin crawl.

====The Avenue of Pleasures====

====The Pentad====
The wearing of weapons and use of magic is forbidden in the Pentad, the old fortress section of Uru that houses the Katar, the monarch of the city and her household.

====The Foreign Quarter====
Back when Uru was less urbane, it was the law that foreigners could only live in the designated part of the city, and there was a nightly curfew. Since trade enriched the city the laws have been relaxed and foreigners can live where they like, but it's still law that except for the city's guards, armed forces of men must be housed in the quarter, and it's here where mercenaries are hired. Nowadays foreigners only get crowded into the quarter under guard when a plague has been declared.

The most magnificent sight in the Foreign Quarter is the great stone arena -- truly a marvel, a showcase for gladiators, monstrous beastmen, and the strangest creatures caught from the wilds. But the most fantastic of all is a magical construct in the form of a huge brass suit of armor. The local pit fighters won't step up to a match anymore because no one ever survives. 

====The Goblin's Armpit====
Sandwiched between two warehouses just off the market district, the joke goes that this tavern used to be a stable and the proprietor didn't bother to sweep it out before setting up the bar. Cheap drinks, watery stew, and you can probably get your skull cracked for free. There's a small yard behind it with cock fighting.