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 | Capital City |
False-Light Enclave is the unsettling capital of The Shadow Weave, a sprawling Country of deceptive appearances where its architecture constantly subtly shifts, never quite solidifying. Governed by a Rigged Democracy where Shifterkin agents manipulate Human populaces and Cunning-Paws informants, its purpose is total control through unseen means, shaping narratives and extracting secrets. Threats include rampant counter-espionage by rival powers infiltrating its districts, the psychological toll on its populace from pervasive lies and constant identity theft, and terrifying mind-rending phantasms that manifest from concentrated deception, driving citizens to madness within its very core. The pervasive illusion makes any true uprising almost impossible.
The city's buildings subtly shift and warp, their forms never fully solidifying, with shadows twisting unnaturally and streets that seem to rearrange themselves. Dim, flickering lights cast eerie glows, and ghostly figures flicker at the edges of vision, creating an atmosphere of constant unease and disorientation.