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 |
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| Type | Kingdom |
Mournsong is a grim Theocracy, its Darakhul priesthood communing with the unquiet spirits of the Archipelago and interpreting their mournful pronouncements. Its purpose is to extract knowledge and power from the deceased, guiding souls to their grim rest, or twisting them to serve. Slavery is morbid, with captives used for ritual sacrifice, as living anchors for spectral energies, or for brutal labor in bone pits. Threats include unpredictable manifestations of uncontrolled undead, violent spiritual backlash from ancient entities, constant raids by ghoulish scavengers, and a pervasive internal despair from constant exposure to death's finality.
Mournsong is a desolate, windswept realm, its landscape dominated by open crypts, bone-strewn plains, and ancient, crumbling mausoleums. A perpetual, mournful wail seems carried on the winds, and gaunt figures move silently amidst the ruins. The very ground appears sickly and barren, a testament to the kingdom's morbid purpose and its deep communion with the dead.