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 | Haunted Shipwreck Shoals |
The Weeping Graveyard is a perpetually fog-choked stretch of shallow, treacherous shoals where countless ships have met their end, their mast-tops poking like skeletal fingers from the waves. The air here is unnaturally cold, thick with the scent of brine and despair. It is the domain of the drowned spirits, restless souls who endlessly drift through the wreckage, their mournful whispers carried on the wind. These spirits do not attack directly, but they lure living sailors onto jagged rocks, whisper promises of lost treasure that lead to watery graves, or simply sap the will to live from any who linger, seeking new companions in their eternal torment. The Graveyard's purpose is a grim testament to the sea's relentless claim on souls.
Shallow waters filled with jagged rocks and the skeletal masts of sunken ships protruding from the waves, all shrouded in thick, cold fog that muffles sound and distorts vision, with ghostly figures drifting silently among the wreckage.