In the world of Thisvar, devotion to the gods is required. The humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes, halflings and northmen all worship the Pantheon of Cyrus, holiest of holies, supreme ruler of the known world. Those who wish to prove their devotion, prove their faithfulness are tasked with heading to the Isle of Mon. There, adventurers of every stripe venture into the notorious LABYRINTH OF MON, where vicious monsterfolk hunger for adventurer blood, cursing the surface with vile blasphemies and foul evil.

This is the story told by the Church of Cyrus... and of course, as are most stories told by those in power, it is a lie.

The Labyrinth of Mon is a world within a world -- a prison, meant to house those who would dare think of rebelling against the dogmatic order of Cyrus. Rather than a group of blasphemous, vicious heretics, however, the Mon of the Labyrinth are very much similar to their topside bretheren, "cursed" (or perhaps blessed) with new forms. If a "topsider" as they're called stays three consecutive days in the Labyrinth OR is present at the stroke of midnight Sunday night / Monday morning, they turn into a mon and are trapped underground by a magical barrier. These "mon" live daily lives, have formed governments, organizations, and traditions all their own.

One of the key differences below ground, however, is the fact that the mon can not die. Not permanently, anyways. Every Monday, all mon who died in one way or another find themselves hale, hearty and very much alive in their own homes, wherever they may choose to call such. Such an event is known as "respawning," and it has become a central part of how the labyrinth works. Moreover, the Labyrinth seems to promise other secrets to eternal life, as mon seem to stop aging once they've reached their prime (between 25 and 30 years old). So wonderous is this effect, that mon who live in the Labyrinth long enough seem to REVERSE their aging, back to that prime health.

However, this is a double edged sword. Immortality is great and all, but the Labyrinth is an inhospitable place. While the entrance is a cave mouth, the actual floors of the labyrinth look nothing like the typical dungeon. Entire biomes can be found on individual floors, from lush jungles to deep oceans to small shrines and much, much more. With the exception of a few civilized floors, these are all very much dangerous, with actual monsters, envioronmental hazards, and zealous adventurers abound, all very much interested in ending a mon's week in the Labyrinth early.

Moreover, the cultivation of livestock animals and even crops in the Labyrinth is borderline impossible. Without exception, cows, sheep, chickens, goats and the like do not exist down here. Those that are brought in either perish from the harsh surroundings, or like the topdwellers who get trapped down here, become monsters. Monsters, for obvious reasons, are difficult to farm, though their meat is edible.

In the early days of the labyrinth, one thousand years ago, this created a problem for the newly formed mon. Immortal though they may have been, hunger pain was still very much a threat, and could be so debillitating it left mon in an eternal state of hunger. With little farmable land, and no livestock animals, early mon were left to hunt monsters for their food -- and already, they were being hunted by adventurers and "inquisitors," a holy order of Cyrus dedicated to their punishment.

When the hunger became too much, the constant death too constant from hunting monsters while being hunted, some mon came up with a novel idea...

Why not eat each other? After all, they all respawned at the end of the week.

The mon, who at the time were starving, scared and desperate, welcomed the idea with more gusto than one would expect... in truth, even the mon were surprised at how easy it was to accept such an idea. Many of the mon already had forms similar to livestock. It took only a small amount of experimentation to find the similarities were in more than just appearance, but taste as well! Bovid and Minotaurs smacked of cattle, sheepkin were flavored like mutton, satyrs could be made into goat-flavored dishes, and harpies tasted just like chicken! Moreover, whether it was out of psychological desperation or some other more magical effect of the labyrinth, the mon participating seemed to ENJOY the act of being eaten, whether whole or butchered and cooked. A severe masochism seemed to overtake them, and it was around this time that the mon began adopting a society more focused around a sort of "ethical hedonism" where more base desires could be indulged in. After all, if they were blasphemers, why not blaspheme?

This act of consesual cannibalism became the backbone of much of the Labyrinth's economy, with some mon selling their own meat as "livestock." Quickly, laws were put into place to keep some mon from taking advantage of others. These were put into place by the early leaders of the labyrinth, the clergy of the "banished gods" -- gods who were imprisoned along with the mon inside the labyrinth, their powers greatly diminished but no less respected. Still, over time, the worship of gods became more separated from government, and now the mon have their own individual factions as the populace has grown from adventurers becoming lost in the labyrinth and turning into mon themeselves.

Now, Mon society is spread across several "city floors", one on every tenth floor (as originally dictated by the banished gods, though this fact is now not very remembered.) Each floor has it's own culture, it's own government, and even it's own economy. However, some enterprising mon -- especially independent "farmers," mon who provide livestock protection and a roof over their head in exchange for being able to sell their meat -- have made their homes on the wilder floors. It's on one of those floors you'll find the main character of our story, Krystal Bellinsborough, her farmer, Minnie, and her many many fellow livestock and farmhands.

So gather round the campfire, cut yourself a slice of sheepkin mutton, and hear us tell of the many heroic, sometimes ridiculous, and often kinky exploits of this ragtag band of horny former adventurers!

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