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 | Windswept Coastal Grove |
On the high bluffs of Aethelgard, where the coastal winds are at their most brutal, a grove of blighted, thorny trees clings to the rocky soil. Here, a unique variety of Fester-Sprouts grows, its bulbous, grotesque form thriving on the salty air and the constant reminders of death. Interspersed with the sprouts, Grave-Lichen grows on the skulls of the dead, its purpose is to create a narcotic that numbs the populace's despair, a vital tool for keeping a desperate military dictatorship from unraveling from within. The work here is a grim, wind-swept task of harvesting the fester-sprouts for bioweaponry, tending to the lichen, and defending the grove from the desperate and the mad who seek to consume the narcotics.
Rocky soil clings to twisted, thorny trees battered by brutal coastal winds; bulbous, grotesque Fester-Sprouts dot the ground, while pale Grave-Lichen creeps over scattered skulls, emitting a faint, eerie glow under the gray sky.