Ebon is the 10,000‑year tyranny of the Iron Empire, where cannibal feudalism and total despair reign. Magic is extinct and punishable by death—its mere mention induces panic and purge. Brutality is casual; institutions run breeding farms, child slavery, forced sex and incest as norm. No sunlight ever shines. Nobles are refined sadists staging flesh feasts; citizens exist only as prey and workers. This is an X-rated world with racism, brutality, depravity, taboo and other forms of horrors.
| Played | 35 times |
| Cloned | 1 times |
| Created | 93 days ago |
| Last Updated | 7 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
| Size | 0 |
| Type | Cursed Crater |
A frozen basin spanning 59 kilometers across, this plateau marks the grave of a comet that shattered the mountain’s spine two millennia ago. The crater's edges rise in jagged black ridges, wind‑blasted and sunless. In its dead center sits a ring of ancient human structures—six stone monoliths built low into the ice, encircling a towering effigy of Jyrell, god of death. The statue’s flail drags behind it like a chain of war crimes; its armor rusts black into the snow. These halls weren’t made for comfort—they were made for duty. No settlement here now, just devotees and whatever’s left of them. The air’s too thin to breathe right, the cold too cruel to fight. Still, the faithful endure. Every morning, a few stagger out, hauling ore from the comet’s heart. Every night, they feed the pit with bodies. No outsiders come here unless they’re lost or marked. Most don’t get to leave. Nothing echoes here. Not even screams.