Kingshelm
Once a pyramid-like structure was built here in honor of the One King. An explosive device went off and this memorial was crushed under the massive weight from the tower's debris. Now there is no memorial to the One King, no remembrance or a proud history. Just mice scurrying to stay alive.
Over the rubble littered ruins is a tent city. Displaced civilians and shinobis alike have made this their temporary homestead. Signs over certain tents designate that particular tent as an office of some kind. It is chaotic here, petty thievery of course occurs but it is amazing how a disaster brought survivors closer rather than further apart. They are all watching out for each other, housewives helping with office work and shinobis helping with reconstruction. Together we can do great things.