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 | Industrial City |
Forgefall is Ironfast's industrial heart, a city perpetually choked by the smoke of its vast foundries and the clang of hammers. Dominated by Human mining guilds, its purpose is the relentless extraction of ore and the mass production of weapons. Countless individuals are forced into backbreaking labor in the suffocating mines and roaring furnaces. Threats include devastating industrial accidents claiming lives daily, abyssal horrors emerging directly into mine tunnels within the city's confines, widespread toxic industrial blight sickening the populace, brutal gang warfare among rival mining factions, and desperate worker rebellions erupting in specific foundry sectors.
The city is perpetually shrouded in thick smoke from vast foundries, with towering smokestacks and roaring furnaces casting an orange glow. The streets are crowded with laborers, and the air is heavy with soot and the clang of hammers.