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.
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| Cloned | 3 times |
| Created | 2 days ago |
| Last Updated | Yesterday |
| Visibility | Public |
| Size | 0 |
| Type | Underground Fungal Caverns |
In the deepest, sunless parts of Ironfast's mines, massive pits have been carved out to cultivate blight. The suffocating heat and damp air are broken only by the mournful drip of polluted water from the ceiling, feeding the fungal growth. Here, Death-Veil Fungus grows in huge, sprawling colonies, fed by the constant trickle of polluted water. The oligarchs and mining guilds use the fungus to listen to the whispers of the earth, hoping to divine the location of undiscovered ore. In the most remote, waterlogged chambers, Grave-Lichen thrives on the petrified bones of overworked slaves, offering a glimpse into the final, despairing moments of those who died in the pits. The work found here is dangerous and dirty, ranging from tending to the fungus under oppressive heat to fighting off the mad ravings of the slaves who have consumed the crops.
Dark, vast pits filled with sprawling fungal growths emitting a faint bioluminescent glow. The air is thick with heat and humidity, punctuated by the steady drip of polluted water. Petrified bones encrusted with Grave-Lichen lie scattered in waterlogged, shadowy corners, and the atmosphere hums with eerie whispers from the fungus.