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 | Continent |
The Cinder Archipelago is a storm-shattered sprawl of jagged isles where fractured kingdoms fester behind rusted walls. Sea-winds carry the reek of drowned gods. Once ruled by ancient vampiric overlords whose appetites consumed nations, each isle clings to a crumbling, blood-stained crown—feuding through poison, massacres, and debased pacts. Magic writhes in the deep, twisting flesh into obscenities and devouring sanity. Pirate fleets, born of starvation, serve kings; kings serve ancient curses. Truth's more lethal than gold. No heroes survive—only forsworn exiles, blood-witches, and damned oathbreakers. Illicit markets thrive on desperation: slaves whisper depravities, alchemic drugs numb despair, cursed relics bleed dark power, and forbidden knowledge promises damnation. Trade routes choke with spies, body parts, and hungry sea monsters. Temples hide bone-dust remnants. Every throne's built atop vile betrayals. The tides don't just shift—they bleed, thick and red.
The Cinder Archipelago rises from churning, blood-red seas, a skeletal sprawl of jagged, ash-choked islands. Crumbling fortresses cling to sheer cliffs, their rusted iron gates groaning in the constant, desolate wind. Twisted, blighted trees cling to scarred earth beneath sullen, perpetually grey skies. Every shadow hides decay, every stone whispers of ancient rot and festering despair.