Tyrannical Iron Empire reigns under 10k years of darkness. Cannibal feudalism and despair are life's constants. Magic is extinct, its mention a death sentence. Brutality is casual; institutions run horrific breeding farms, child slavery is rampant. Themes of rape and incest are normalized. Nobles are refined sadists; citizens are mere prey or workers. This X-rated world is steeped in brutal depravity and unspeakable horrors, governed by pervasive fear. History is erased; brutality is law.
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| Created | 12 days ago |
| Last Updated | 1 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
| Coordinates | (-5749, -2914) |
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.