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 | Corrupted Graveyard |
A solemn, mist-shrouded grove where the dead are left to be consumed by the Riven Lands' creeping corruption. It is not a place of mourning, but of grim pragmatism, a final act of defiance against the world's inevitable fall. The grove is home to a unique form of Grave-Lichen that grows on the skulls of the dead. It is also here that Death-Veil Fungus grows, feeding on the silence of the ancient, mist-shrouded forests. The purpose is to use the blight to absorb the memories of the dead and to add them to their living archive of dangerous truths. Work here involves the grim task of harvesting the blight, a task that can lead to madness and despair, and defending the grove from rivals and the creeping corruption that seeps into their ancient, mist-shrouded forests.
The grove is enveloped in thick, swirling mist that clings to twisted, ancient trees. Skulls covered in pale, glowing Grave-Lichen lie scattered among dark, damp earth, while clusters of eerie Death-Veil Fungus emit a faint, ghostly light, casting unsettling shadows in the silence of the forest.