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 |
| Coordinates | (-1559, 2296) |
In the dead center of the village of Goremire squats a grotesque landmark: a massive, soot-black iron cauldron, perpetually boiling over fire pits dug into the earth. It's housed beneath a sagging tent stitched entirely from flayed human skins—tanned, stretched, and sewn with sinew. The stench of fat and rot clings to the air. Around it, butcher’s tables overflow with hacked limbs and drying racks sway with ribs, organs, and trophies. Bone hooks dangle from the tent frame like wind chimes, clacking in the wind. The Bone-Mother presides from her meat-stool, muttering over the broth: a stew brewed from villagers themselves. The ritual is simple—eat or be eaten. Refusing a bowl is not just rude; during The Choosing, it’s an invitation to be chosen.
The cauldron's blackened surface is worn smooth, surrounded by a gruesome yet strangely organized scene of butcher's tables and bone hooks. The air is thick with the scent of savory broth and metallic undertones, creating an atmosphere that is both alluring and disturbing.