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 | (92, -1781) |
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.