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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| Type | Kingdom |
Aethelgard stands as a formidable coastal fortress, its vast, crumbling walls perpetually stained by the sea and battle. This Human bastion demands absolute fealty, its purpose desperate defense against relentless tides and horrors. Slavery is a brutal foundation, fueling repairs and providing fodder. Threats include constant assaults from gargantuan sea monsters and rogue tides, insidious malevolent spirits clinging to shipwrecks, internal dissent, and environmental decay. This grim realm is locked in a ceaseless struggle to preserve its desperate order against a world determined to break it, its populace forever bound to the crashing waves and the terror they bring.
Sprawling across its isle, a domain split by stark geographical divides. The south boasts jagged, shadowed mountains, scarred by ancient tremors, yielding grim iron. Northward, bleak, wind-swept plains stretch to a perpetually frozen coastline, locked in snow and biting winds, where stunted, skeletal trees cling to icy slopes. Everywhere, crumbling stone defenses stand, testament to a kingdom perpetually at war with its harsh climate and myriad unseen horrors.