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 | (5243, 1547) |
Free’e Station is a fortified sub-surface terminal carved into ancient bedrock, accessible only through locked stone hatches or internal Empire routes. The vaulted ceilings drip condensation onto reinforced bone-chitin platforms where massive centipedes coil silently, awaiting orders. Iron rails guide them into launch tunnels stretching for hundreds of kilometers. Dwarf-etched runes glow dimly in the walls, stabilizing vibrations and repelling collapse. Seating is bone-hinged and cramped, stinking faintly of musk and egg membrane. While travel is efficient—40 km/h across vast, unmapped networks—it is never safe. Bolton raiders often breach tunnels mid-transit, swarming like insects through maintenance shafts. Most stations have posted guards, but outside the Empire's core, passengers travel armed or not at all. The air always smells faintly of blood, oil, and wet soil. Riders are advised not to sleep, as they might not wake up with all their limbs.
A dimly lit cavern with vaulted ceilings, bone-chitin platforms, and glowing runes on the walls. The air is thick with the smell of musk and oil, and the sound of dripping water echoes throughout.