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 | Grimy Laboratory and Blighted Farmland |
A sprawling, grimy laboratory filled with bubbling vats and rusted hooks, where a Tiefling master experiments on corrupted life. It is a terrifying workshop where new horrors are born and life is simply raw material for foul creations. It is also home to a unique form of blighted crop. The Wight-Wheat grows here, and Fester-Sprouts are cultivated. The kernels are used to create a highly nutritious, but disease-ridden, paste for the living thralls. The purpose is to keep them alive for as long as possible, a twisted form of medicine that has horrific consequences. Work here involves capturing live subjects for experimentation, guarding the mires from the horrifying creatures that the blight inevitably creates, and harvesting the blighted crops for new, horrific rituals.
The laboratory is dimly lit by sickly greenish light from bubbling vats and flickering sconces. Rusted hooks hang from the ceiling, dripping with unknown fluids. The ground is muddy and stained with dark, viscous substances. Surrounding the lab are fields of sickly pale wheat stalks twisted with black veins and clusters of grotesque, bulbous Fester-Sprouts. The air is thick with a nauseating mix of decay, chemicals, and the faint cries of thralls kept alive by the blighted paste.