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.
| Played | 8 times |
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| Created | 12 days ago |
| Last Updated | 1 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
| Coordinates | (159, -1827) |
The Vortheis Bloodline Villa rises like a black scar over Lothren—three stories of obsidian-like stone that drinks the light. Angular, cold, and cruel in design, its slit-thin windows reveal only shadow. A spiked iron wall surrounds it, choked with thorned black vines that twitch subtly, like they breathe. The grounds are no garden—just warped trees clawing at a grey sky. The silence inside the walls is unnatural, broken only by rustling brush or the distant wail of unseen things. Gargoyles cling to the eaves with sickening realism, their eyes tracking movement. Inside: cold corridors, massive echoing halls, bloodstained tapestries of ancestral cruelty, and chambers filled with forbidden relics. The deeper you go, the worse it gets—crypts, labs, ritual rooms. The air stinks of dust, old blood, and something sharp and chemical. Locals whisper of flickering lights and muffled screams. This isn’t a home—it’s a sanctum of horror, the Vortheis seat of power and dread.
A looming, dark stone mansion with sharp angles and few windows, surrounded by a high, forbidding wall and twisted, ancient trees. Gargoyles perch on the eaves, their forms grotesque and unsettling.