
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 | (-1268, -719) |
Bleach Yards is a barren expanse of cracked stone and windblasted debris. Used as both a punishment zone and corpse disposal site, the area gets its name from the way the relentless sun and alkaline winds bleach everything to bone-white over time — stones, scaffolds, and skeletons alike. Despite its grim use, guards sometimes herd prisoners into the Yards under the pretense of “open air exercise,” though it’s more often a spectacle for intimidation than rehabilitation. At the far end stands a stone obelisk cracked through the middle, with inscriptions in a long-dead tongue. Some prisoners swear it wasn’t always there, and others hear faint whispers when standing too close. Franz: “The Sunlot” Every few weeks, a random lottery is held where a few inmates are chosen to be chained to reflective slabs for an entire day. Most come back broken; some don’t come back at all. A character the PCs care about has just been chosen — or perhaps one of them is.