
In a world drained of nature’s essence, where the familiar rhythms of life no longer flow, magic-wielding healers rule with vanity and cruelty.
Played | 2 times |
Cloned | 2 times |
Created | 84 days ago |
Last Updated | 77 days ago |
Visibility | Public |

Coordinates | (-1163, -541) |
The Brindlewatch — the guards’ barracks and sanctuary from the horrors they oversee. Stark and militaristic, the walls are lined with bunk alcoves carved directly into the stone, each marked by branded iron sigils denoting rank. The air is dry with the tang of sweat, leather oil, and sterilizing salts. Despite its barracks nature, The Brindlewatch also acts as a social staging ground for the guards. There’s a Betting Ledger, used to track bloodsport odds in The Bleeding Cup, and whispered rumors scrawled beneath it — paranoia and power games that suggest even guards turn on one another. Hidden beneath a loose stone under a captain’s cot is a private trapdoor leading to a narrow passage — one used only in the event of total facility collapse or mass breach. Some say it leads into the old Dreadhold corridors; others believe it was sealed for a reason.