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 | Mountainous Barrier and Resource Hub |
The towering peaks of Aethelgard are known as the Shattered Spires. Not natural, they are colossal, splintered ruptures where rock weeps gloom, scarred by the Sundering. They pierce a smoke-choked sky, riddled with lightless caves. The mountains serve as a crucial physical barrier, separating the coastal fortress from the blighted interior, and as a grim resource hub for The Cinder Archipelago, vital for repairing Aethelgard's walls. Threats include constant cold and blighted snows, which sap vitality and freeze unwary travelers. The mountains are geologically unstable, with frequent rockslides. Abyssal horrors lurk in the lightless caves, and petrified sentinels, animated by despair, stand on the desolate peaks, their touch turning flesh to ash. The Spires are a constant, chilling reminder of the price of survival.
Jagged, towering peaks pierce a smoke-choked sky, their dark rock weeping gloom. The mountains are scarred with deep fissures and riddled with lightless caves, while the desolate summits are dotted with petrified sentinels, frozen in despair and menace.