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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| Created | 2 days ago |
| Last Updated | Yesterday |
| Visibility | Public |
| Size | 0 |
| Type | Kingdom |
Sylvanspire functions as a solemn, living archive, its Shadar-kai enduring to preserve ancient knowledge and dangerous truths from their secretive, arboreal enclaves. Their grim vigil involves observing the world's accelerating decay, rarely interfering directly. Slavery here is a cold, spiritual imposition, with captives psychologically bound as silent thralls. Threats include a profound, racial despair internally, and dwindling numbers pushing them towards extinction. Externally, the Riven Lands' creeping corruption tirelessly seeps into their ancient, mist-shrouded forests. Rival kingdoms, especially desperate Humans and insidious Elfs, constantly seek to plunder Sylvanspire's unique, cursed resources or exploit its guarded lore, ensuring their vigil is one of ceaseless, agonizing struggle against horrors and savagery.
Sylvanspire exists in perpetual twilight, dominated by immense, ancient, mist-shrouded forests. Gnarled branches reach towards looming spires of petrified wood or bone that pierce the sullen sky. A profound sorrow permeates the dim air, clinging to decaying arboreal fortresses and its gaunt Shadar-kai inhabitants. The landscape is perpetually shrouded in gloom and deep shadow, reflecting its fading, sorrowful essence and the pervasive sadness of its very being.