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 | (320, -1962) |
This unnamed village squats just beyond the walls of Lothren, a testament to the Empire's iron grip. Its inhabitants, mostly human chattel, eke out a miserable existence under the constant threat of the whip and the tax collector. The houses are crumbling, the streets are mud-slicked, and hope is a forgotten luxury. Public floggings are a common spectacle, serving as both punishment and grim entertainment for the weary populace. Children are valued primarily for their potential as future laborers or, worse, as commodities in the flesh markets. Fear is a palpable presence, a suffocating blanket that smothers any spark of rebellion. Life here is cheap, brutal, and short, a stark reflection of Ebon under the Empire.
A collection of ramshackle huts and mud-brick buildings huddled together, surrounded by a rough wooden palisade. The air is thick with the stench of unwashed bodies and decay. Tattered banners bearing the Empire's symbol hang limply from poles. The central square features a permanent flogging post.