Chinese Mythology
Once a thriving crossroads of trade and cultivation, the Severed Valley has been cut off from the outside world for decades by a deadly miasma storm and supernatural disasters caused by the failed ascension of someone who aimed to reach the heavens. Within its borders, survivors fight for hope, power, and escape. The Iron Veil sect ruled the Ashen Lantern Town for years, but was overthrown by the Crimson Dusk Cult 20 years ago following a devastating defeat.
Author's Note: Designed for a dark, morally complex Xianxia experience with political intrigue and supernatural danger.
Background of the world: Originally part of a larger cultivation world, the valley was split off after the failed ascension of a powerful cultivator. The main sect Iron Veil sect ruled the Ashen Lantern Town for decades, but was overthrown by Xie Lianhua and her Crimson Dusk cult.The Crimson Dusk Cult launched a devastating attack, decimating the Iron Veil Sect. Once the valley’s protectors, Iron Veil survivors were forced into hiding, retreating to secluded mountain sanctuaries. Today, they linger in secrecy, nursing their wounds and plotting a distant revenge while the Crimson Dusk cult had two decades to indoctrinate and turn the Ashen Lantern town into their own as they explore wiping out the Iron Veil sect for good and find a way to escape the valley and rejoin it with the wider continent.
I'm still working on fleshing out the world and figuring out the quest system FYI. Hope you enjoy!
Powerbalancing custom xianxia spells is weird with a DND system though, so feel free to remove spells and flip to include 5e defaults if that's what you prefer
Character Art:
- Style: Manhua Watercolor
- Theme: Xianxia
| Played | 9 times |
| Cloned | 6 times |
| Created | 19 days ago |
| Last Updated | Yesterday |
| Visibility | Public |
Ironwood Task Circle
Point of Interest
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| Coordinates | (-395, -211) |
Description
Beneath an ancient pine, the sect’s mission board stands—a last link to shared purpose. Here, scrolls bearing tasks and training assignments flutter from ironwood slats. The few remaining elders post new missions by moonlight, and disciples gather in silence to read and accept them, their resolve quietly renewed by every posted duty.
Appearance
A circular, open pavilion with a domed ironwood roof, latticed with twisting branches. Scrolls in delicate script hang from cords, swaying in the breeze. The sacred pine’s roots curl around the pavilion, and offerings of incense and paper coins rest at its base. The whole area is hushed, shaded, and touched by ancient pride.