Grimdark
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 and a core elements of Ebon. Nobles are refined sadists; citizens are mere prey or workers. This X-rated world is steeped in brutal depravity, governed by pervasive fear. History is erased; brutality is law.
| Played | 20 times |
| Cloned | 0 times |
| Created | 78 days ago |
| Last Updated | 11 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
Description
A dissonant hum resonates from the Echoist’s throat, summoning the memories of the dead buried beneath Ebon’s streets. Rotting hands claw from the ground to grip enemies’ ankles, their fingers singing in unison with the Echoist’s phantom, causing victims to hear the final pleas of the dead, freezing them in place as their veins pulse with phantom rot.
Spell Details
| Level | 3 |
| Range | 30 |