A post-apocalyptic cyber-fantasy noir where magic, cybernetics, and crime rule a shattered NYC.
Played | 40 times |
Cloned | 5 times |
Created | 78 days ago |
Last Updated | 24 days ago |
Visibility | Public |
Coordinates | (-6948, 5885) |
Deep within The Black Vein, the Stitching Grounds serve as Vaelith Synn’s gruesome laboratory, where flesh, metal, and suffering are forcibly woven together. The chamber is lined with suspended bodies, their forms half-transformed into cybernetic horrors, twitching as mechanical limbs carve, graft, and reshape them. Rift-powered conduits pulse with sickly light, illuminating surgical tables cluttered with rusted tools and cyber-magical implants, each a piece of some unfinished abomination. The air is thick with sterile antiseptic masking the scent of decay, and the constant hum of life-support machines and arcane machinery creates an unsettling symphony. Failed experiments lurch in the shadows, their voices garbled with static, while the Unbound lingers nearby, its shifting mass of victims writhing in endless agony. Here, Vaelith does not create soldiers—she crafts nightmares, forging life into something far worse than death.
The air is thick with sterile antiseptic masking the scent of decay, and the constant hum of life-support machines and arcane machinery creates an unsettling symphony. Failed experiments lurch in the shadows, their voices garbled with static, while the Unbound lingers nearby, its shifting mass of victims writhing in endless agony.