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 | (5115, 69) |
Lord Oberon's mansion is built from human remains. Floors are compressed skulls, walls lined with spines, chairs from fused ribcages. Over 200 preserved bodies—rebels, priests, deserters—stand upright in glass cylinders across every hallway. Skin peeled clean, rest stuffed with dense fiber. Plaques mark name, charge, method of death. No smell. No rot. Everything sealed. Some are displayed in poses, others cut open to show interiors. The staircase is a spiral of femurs and vertebrae, reinforced with iron rods. Doors are stretched skin over bone frames. Tables, shelves, banisters—nothing built from anything else. Every item labeled. Every corpse cataloged. No windows. No light but oil lamps. The office sits at the top, past a final hall of failed assassins, stitched smiling.
The mansion is an imposing structure with dark stone walls and intricate carvings depicting the Empire's conquests. Inside, the glass containers glimmer ominously, reflecting the dim light of flickering candles. The bone staircase is both a marvel and a horror, winding upwards with a creaking sound that echoes through the halls.