The Riven Lands are a fractured realm born from a magical event, The Sundering which violently pulled people from countless realities into a bleeding scar across existence. Magic here is a vile, twisting curse, its power warping flesh and mind. Its inhabitants, xenophobic and without loyalty, cling to life amidst decaying lands, endless wars, and horrifying Gods that everyone worships in some form. Hope is a lie; only brutal struggle remains in this world drowned in cynicism and sheer cruelty.
| Played | 8 times |
| Cloned | 3 times |
| Created | 2 days ago |
| Last Updated | Yesterday |
| Visibility | Public |
| Size | 0 |
| Type | Swamp |
A perpetually shifting, pea-soup mist clings to the stagnant waters, where gnarled cypress trees twist into grotesque shapes and blighted lilies rot. The bog serves as a natural, bewildering fortress, its illusory mists and treacherous, sinkhole-ridden paths hiding the Elf settlements from outsiders. It is also their grim resource hub, a source of mind-bending flora for their illusions and the thick, pungent mire-mortar for their constructions. However, this land is an active threat. Pervasive environmental decay and toxic air are constant dangers. Deadly swamp monsters lurk beneath the surface, while the most insidious threat is the bog itself: ensnaring spirits of the fen that seek to bind souls to the mire. They manifest as alluring whispers and phantom lights, luring the unwary to their doom, leaving them as new, silent guardians of the Murk-Heart's treacherous depths.
Pea-soup mist clings to stagnant waters, twisted cypress trees loom grotesquely, and rotting lilies float on the surface. Phantom lights flicker in the fog, and treacherous sinkholes dot the murky paths, creating an eerie, ever-changing landscape.