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 | Tiefling Laboratory and Cultivation Grounds |
A sprawling, multi-tiered laboratory where the Tiefling priesthood cultivates blighted crops in unholy incubators for their vile, dark arts. The air is thick with the stench of decay and corrupted magic, and the constant screams of experimental subjects are a backdrop to the grim harvest. Here, Madness Berries grow on twisted, thorny vines, their iridescent glow a macabre beacon in the rotting soil. The berries are used to create a mind-breaking drug to make the enslaved docile and obedient. In the rotting soil around the twisted temples, Fester-Sprouts are cultivated, their oozing sores used for grotesque transformations and dark rituals. The work here is horrific and dangerous, involving capturing live subjects for experimentation, guarding the incubators, and fighting off the grotesque, mutated creatures that the blight inevitably creates.
The laboratory is layered with twisted, thorny vines glowing with iridescent Madness Berries, surrounded by rotting soil where Fester-Sprouts ooze grotesquely. Dark stone temples rise amidst the fields, their surfaces cracked and stained with blight, while unholy incubators hum with corrupt energy, casting eerie shadows in the dim, sickly light.