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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A vast, tormented Anarchist State less a nation and more a swirling vortex where the Cinder Archipelago's myriad miseries churn without a governing hand. Here, Humans, Tiefling, Elf, Kitsune, Darakhul, and Shadar-Kai are crammed together, their racial hatreds igniting constant, open warfare between desperate factions. Its existence is bleak survival, maintained through brutal self-reliance and the ruthless exploitation of all resources and beings by whoever wields temporary power. Slavery is rampant and opportunistic, where every race enslaves others for labor, perverse rituals, or raw sustenance, with no central authority to impose limits or law. Threats are pervasive: ceaseless inter-racial violence is the norm, monstrous abominations drawn by the concentrated despair thrive unchallenged, and insidious corruption festers. Every shadow hides a new tyrant or a fresh betrayal in this microcosm of the Riven Lands' ultimate chaos.
Discordia is a landscape of perpetual chaos. Settlements are fragmented, often just clusters of makeshift barricades and crude shelters. Burning ruins are common, casting a pall of smoke and ash over littered battlegrounds where skeletal remains are left unburied. It's a territory defined by open skirmishes and the constant, violent reshaping of its borders by warring factions.