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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| Visibility | Public |
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| Type | Natural Landmark |
Rising from the churning, storm-tossed waters like a jagged, black tooth, The Screaming Spire is a colossal pinnacle of basalt that perpetually funnels the Archipelago's most violent gales into a deafening vortex. The wind here howls with the agony of a thousand shipwrecks, creating a constant, earsplitting shriek that can drive mortals to madness. Its lower reaches are relentlessly pounded by colossal rogue tides, carving treacherous, unseen currents around its base that drag unwary vessels into crushing whirlpools. No vegetation clings to its slick, wave-battered face, only barnacles and the bleached bones of unfortunate gulls. It's said the Spire itself is a petrified fragment of a drowned god's fang, forever wailing its demise. Navigating within sight of this landmark is a death sentence; its function is purely to embody the raw, destructive power of the Archipelago's environment.
Jagged black basalt rock shaped like a giant tooth, slick with barnacles and bleached gull bones, constantly battered by waves and shrouded in roaring winds that sound like anguished screams.